Post by Kizzie on Oct 8, 2006 15:52:30 GMT -5
Name: Alfred Howard Robertson
Celebrity Used: Hayden Christiansen
Age: 29
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Not Married
Species: Wereleopard
Level: Alpha Level 3 / Leader
Homid Height: 5 ft 10
Homid Weight: 170
Lycan Height: 4 ft 6 inches at the shoulder
Lycan Weight: 700 pounds
Eyes: blue - permanently feline
Hair: blonde-ish
Religion: Agnostic
Nationality: Melting Pot American
Languages: English
Vehicle(s): 1981 Chevrolet Silverado w/Camper
Weapon(s): pocket knife
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): a cross scar branded to his right pectoral
Special Abilities:
All Submissive and Moderate abilities, plus:
Beast Claws, Invokation, Rejuvination and Leader Power: Shield the Call
History:
Howard grew up in a small town in Louisiana called Georgette, about three hours northwest of New Orleans. Not that far west, but you get the idea. His family was extremely christian, and he found it hard to swallow even as a child. He was the middle child of five kids, and they lived very well on Al Sr.'s government job. His mother, a mousy woman who was too innocent for her own good (and for having produced five children, for that matter) who loved her children fiercely. The kids wanted for nothing, and Howard wanted none of it. The core of family life was a strict adherance to bible values and the Christian doctrine, a point which Howard loathed to his core. He came to a breaking point when his mother insisted he take part in a church retreat wherein he would speak on faith, what God meant to him. The problem in this situation rested in his lack of belief in the God his family worshipped, his position on God was a very simple one. Howard hadn't met God, had no solid proof that God existed at all, and so it was answered simply, to his family's great dismay before their church and everyone.. "God doesn't exist, he has no part in my life and until this greater omniscient diety shows himself to me, I have no reason to follow blindly."
This caused an upheaval in his family, which resulted in him being put to work, and if it hadn't been for his mother speaking out for him, he would have been shipped off to military school. As it sat, he lived out his teenage years in relative quiet, being left to his own devices after being told he was not welcome in the church, which was perfectly fine by him.
His infection came at an early age, the ripe age of 17. He ran away from home, and found himself a group of teenagers like him, squatting in cities and moving around the country. One of the boys he travelled with would disappear for a few days, but nobody thought anything of this, until one time when the boy had been late, and out of it and stumbled out of the warehouse they stayed in, wound up changing in the alley behind the warehouse. Howard had come out to check on the kid, and found himself attacked in a most vicious manner. His buddies came out, after Howard was left for dead.. they drug him inside, and because they were all minors, there wasn't much they could do but take him to a doctor.
After being patched up in the emergency room, his parents having flown out to pick him up and take him home, he discovered himself different, but it took the next full moon to do it for him. He slipped out the window as was his nightly ritual, and went out to the forested park land which was only a half a mile or so away, and as night fell, he found himself being ripped apart from the inside with his first shift. He wouldn't find himself alone, though.. the kid who'd infected him had found out where he lived, and was waiting, shifted in the trees and watching for Howard to finish the change.
A dominance challenge later, Howard found himself with the jaws of another leopard at his throat. This would become his mentor, for a time.. a kid just as disenchanted with the world, just as jaded as he was at that age. They ran away again, this time Howard was a little more prepared. He'd taken some of his parents' valuables, stuff they wouldn't miss, and after the pawn shop visit in the next town over, purchased a cheap moped from a guy in town, and off he went.
Fast forward to just after he turned 28.. he had moved up in the world, riding a motorcycle and having learned quite a bit about his kind, himself, and the world at large, he set foot in New Orleans. Bad idea for him, he soon found himself immersed in the politics and torture of a master vampire from the Roman era. He found love, a pard which he eventually came to lead, and then within the following few months, the vampire ripped his life apart. He thought his fiance was dead, she was his closest confidante, his first real deep love.
His mind was broken, there were so many things that hurt him, the loss of his pard, of his lover, having to run from the whole situation.. he went through feeling the cowardice, feeling the loss, and he thrust himself into his feline form, for weeks. As a result, his whole mentality is a bit changed, his mental health is a bit in question. He relates the women he's with to *her*, and even in human form, he tends to show qualities of a natural leopard, including the mostly solitary lifestyle, his eyes are forever changed, and his voice is a bit more akin to a rolling purr, deeper.
His venture to Kansas City came as an escape from New Orleans.. he'd gone back to face his ghosts, and found himself only diving deeper into his own misery. Now he has come to find a City that seems devoid of leopard organization but at the present lacks the compulsion to seek out others of his kind.
One may venture to guess he'd be found having earl grey tea, of all things, at an obscure local cafe, or drinking beer at a local bar. He's one of those guys who blends into a town, becoming sort of a fixture within it. He's "that quiet guy at the cafe" or "the dude with the sweet bike". Lately, he's come to like it that way.
But just how long will anonymity be his prize?
Celebrity Used: Hayden Christiansen
Age: 29
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Not Married
Species: Wereleopard
Level: Alpha Level 3 / Leader
Homid Height: 5 ft 10
Homid Weight: 170
Lycan Height: 4 ft 6 inches at the shoulder
Lycan Weight: 700 pounds
Eyes: blue - permanently feline
Hair: blonde-ish
Religion: Agnostic
Nationality: Melting Pot American
Languages: English
Vehicle(s): 1981 Chevrolet Silverado w/Camper
Weapon(s): pocket knife
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): a cross scar branded to his right pectoral
Special Abilities:
All Submissive and Moderate abilities, plus:
Beast Claws, Invokation, Rejuvination and Leader Power: Shield the Call
History:
Howard grew up in a small town in Louisiana called Georgette, about three hours northwest of New Orleans. Not that far west, but you get the idea. His family was extremely christian, and he found it hard to swallow even as a child. He was the middle child of five kids, and they lived very well on Al Sr.'s government job. His mother, a mousy woman who was too innocent for her own good (and for having produced five children, for that matter) who loved her children fiercely. The kids wanted for nothing, and Howard wanted none of it. The core of family life was a strict adherance to bible values and the Christian doctrine, a point which Howard loathed to his core. He came to a breaking point when his mother insisted he take part in a church retreat wherein he would speak on faith, what God meant to him. The problem in this situation rested in his lack of belief in the God his family worshipped, his position on God was a very simple one. Howard hadn't met God, had no solid proof that God existed at all, and so it was answered simply, to his family's great dismay before their church and everyone.. "God doesn't exist, he has no part in my life and until this greater omniscient diety shows himself to me, I have no reason to follow blindly."
This caused an upheaval in his family, which resulted in him being put to work, and if it hadn't been for his mother speaking out for him, he would have been shipped off to military school. As it sat, he lived out his teenage years in relative quiet, being left to his own devices after being told he was not welcome in the church, which was perfectly fine by him.
His infection came at an early age, the ripe age of 17. He ran away from home, and found himself a group of teenagers like him, squatting in cities and moving around the country. One of the boys he travelled with would disappear for a few days, but nobody thought anything of this, until one time when the boy had been late, and out of it and stumbled out of the warehouse they stayed in, wound up changing in the alley behind the warehouse. Howard had come out to check on the kid, and found himself attacked in a most vicious manner. His buddies came out, after Howard was left for dead.. they drug him inside, and because they were all minors, there wasn't much they could do but take him to a doctor.
After being patched up in the emergency room, his parents having flown out to pick him up and take him home, he discovered himself different, but it took the next full moon to do it for him. He slipped out the window as was his nightly ritual, and went out to the forested park land which was only a half a mile or so away, and as night fell, he found himself being ripped apart from the inside with his first shift. He wouldn't find himself alone, though.. the kid who'd infected him had found out where he lived, and was waiting, shifted in the trees and watching for Howard to finish the change.
A dominance challenge later, Howard found himself with the jaws of another leopard at his throat. This would become his mentor, for a time.. a kid just as disenchanted with the world, just as jaded as he was at that age. They ran away again, this time Howard was a little more prepared. He'd taken some of his parents' valuables, stuff they wouldn't miss, and after the pawn shop visit in the next town over, purchased a cheap moped from a guy in town, and off he went.
Fast forward to just after he turned 28.. he had moved up in the world, riding a motorcycle and having learned quite a bit about his kind, himself, and the world at large, he set foot in New Orleans. Bad idea for him, he soon found himself immersed in the politics and torture of a master vampire from the Roman era. He found love, a pard which he eventually came to lead, and then within the following few months, the vampire ripped his life apart. He thought his fiance was dead, she was his closest confidante, his first real deep love.
His mind was broken, there were so many things that hurt him, the loss of his pard, of his lover, having to run from the whole situation.. he went through feeling the cowardice, feeling the loss, and he thrust himself into his feline form, for weeks. As a result, his whole mentality is a bit changed, his mental health is a bit in question. He relates the women he's with to *her*, and even in human form, he tends to show qualities of a natural leopard, including the mostly solitary lifestyle, his eyes are forever changed, and his voice is a bit more akin to a rolling purr, deeper.
His venture to Kansas City came as an escape from New Orleans.. he'd gone back to face his ghosts, and found himself only diving deeper into his own misery. Now he has come to find a City that seems devoid of leopard organization but at the present lacks the compulsion to seek out others of his kind.
One may venture to guess he'd be found having earl grey tea, of all things, at an obscure local cafe, or drinking beer at a local bar. He's one of those guys who blends into a town, becoming sort of a fixture within it. He's "that quiet guy at the cafe" or "the dude with the sweet bike". Lately, he's come to like it that way.
But just how long will anonymity be his prize?