Post by wolfmistress on Jun 26, 2009 23:44:40 GMT -8
Full Name: Nick O'Shea
Nicknames(if they have any): Shea
Aliases(if any): Blood Fang
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height(optional): 6'3" human, 8' in werewolf form
Weight(optional): 210 lbs
Species/Race: Werewolf
Appearance: Always in black, wears black cargo pants that are riddled from his waist down to his ankles, always has on a black t-shirts under a leather biker vest that represents a metal band (Metallica, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, ect.) Has two snake bite piercings on his bottom lip along with a piercing above his right eyebrow. His hair is jet black (A lot of the times dyed dark purple) and always gelled up into spikes. His hands are always covered by fingerless black gloves that go half way to his elbow, a large bulge on the wrist of them conceals two silver blades that punch out and retract at the touch of a button in the palm. His eyes are always blood red no matter the situation, a constant give away that he isn't normal. Wears black buts that buckle up to mid-shin.
Werewolf appearance:
Picture:
Personality: Always looking for a good fight, he isn't really the kindest person you could wish to meet. Constantly insulting people no matter who or what they are, he is always looking for some sort of sick entertainment. Has a sick sense of him, always loving to see things squirm in pain or struggling for their life, he is the kind of person that would hold a kitten under water just to watch it fight for its life. There is nothing more that he loves then hatred, receiving it or giving it doesn't matter to his as long as it's there. Doesn't care about anyone or anything other then himself, he sees the world in the eyes of Darwin, survival of the fittest. A very out going person in his own way such as hitting on woman he just met and starting arguments with random people on the street. Never cares if he is invited or not he will barge into anything be it a party, wedding, or intimate night.
Abilities:
-Incredible strength (able to flip a sixteen wheeler with ease in human form, especially if he is in public)
-Incredible speed (can move as fast as a bullet or faster if he wishes in Were form)
-Great sense of smell (can tell what someone is just by scent)
-Extremely fast recovery (will heal from any cuts or wounds in a matter of seconds in both forms, can recover dismembered limbs from shifting)
Skills:
-Great with any type of weapon (be it blade, gun, chain, ect)
-Great at anything athletic (jumping, running, swimming, ect)
-Climbing (can climb any surface in both forms due to his strength)
Strengths:
-Has no emotions what so ever
-Unending stamina makes it so he never gets too tired in a fight
-Great at making strategies within seconds during fights or hunting
Weaknesses:
-Loud noises cause him great pain
-Silver causes him immense burns and can force him out of his were form.
-Insashiable needs, usually has to feed every few hours
Weapons Used (If Any): Silver blades that are retractable from his gloves, along with anything he takes an interest in and aquires.
Background (History): Growing up with a single mother, he quickly found out what he truly was due to the pack that had formed a village around him. On his twelfth birthday he slaughtered his mother in a fit of rage, tearing her to shreds to claim his dominance in the pack, seeing as she was the matriarch. Quickly deeming himself as the new alpha in the group, he forced them to follow his ways in slaughtering helps humans or anything else that wandered into his territory, making sure they listened by the penalty of death.
After a few months he noticed that his pack began to fade slightly, a few families and loners drifting away due to the new leader and rules of the pack. Quickly forming an elite group of his most loyal pack mates to round them up and end there lives. However he decided to leave the pack at twenty two to find a certain family he consider a slight challenge to his new role, the Rydens. Leaving his pack in control of his best friend and mate on his absence, his goal to find and take out the three, even though he didn't know of they're where abouts he still remembered their scent and their plan to make an alliance against him.
Family(extended family is alright as well): All Deceased due to him other then his father who he never knew and is still searching for to finish the job.
Friends:(Since no real family):
Kano Shayt: Second in command of his elite pack.
Chelsea Lenard: Somewhat of a mate to him.
Ken Rinerd: Best Friend
Song: Angerfist- Megamix
Nicknames(if they have any): Shea
Aliases(if any): Blood Fang
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height(optional): 6'3" human, 8' in werewolf form
Weight(optional): 210 lbs
Species/Race: Werewolf
Appearance: Always in black, wears black cargo pants that are riddled from his waist down to his ankles, always has on a black t-shirts under a leather biker vest that represents a metal band (Metallica, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, ect.) Has two snake bite piercings on his bottom lip along with a piercing above his right eyebrow. His hair is jet black (A lot of the times dyed dark purple) and always gelled up into spikes. His hands are always covered by fingerless black gloves that go half way to his elbow, a large bulge on the wrist of them conceals two silver blades that punch out and retract at the touch of a button in the palm. His eyes are always blood red no matter the situation, a constant give away that he isn't normal. Wears black buts that buckle up to mid-shin.
Werewolf appearance:
Picture:
Personality: Always looking for a good fight, he isn't really the kindest person you could wish to meet. Constantly insulting people no matter who or what they are, he is always looking for some sort of sick entertainment. Has a sick sense of him, always loving to see things squirm in pain or struggling for their life, he is the kind of person that would hold a kitten under water just to watch it fight for its life. There is nothing more that he loves then hatred, receiving it or giving it doesn't matter to his as long as it's there. Doesn't care about anyone or anything other then himself, he sees the world in the eyes of Darwin, survival of the fittest. A very out going person in his own way such as hitting on woman he just met and starting arguments with random people on the street. Never cares if he is invited or not he will barge into anything be it a party, wedding, or intimate night.
Abilities:
-Incredible strength (able to flip a sixteen wheeler with ease in human form, especially if he is in public)
-Incredible speed (can move as fast as a bullet or faster if he wishes in Were form)
-Great sense of smell (can tell what someone is just by scent)
-Extremely fast recovery (will heal from any cuts or wounds in a matter of seconds in both forms, can recover dismembered limbs from shifting)
Skills:
-Great with any type of weapon (be it blade, gun, chain, ect)
-Great at anything athletic (jumping, running, swimming, ect)
-Climbing (can climb any surface in both forms due to his strength)
Strengths:
-Has no emotions what so ever
-Unending stamina makes it so he never gets too tired in a fight
-Great at making strategies within seconds during fights or hunting
Weaknesses:
-Loud noises cause him great pain
-Silver causes him immense burns and can force him out of his were form.
-Insashiable needs, usually has to feed every few hours
Weapons Used (If Any): Silver blades that are retractable from his gloves, along with anything he takes an interest in and aquires.
Background (History): Growing up with a single mother, he quickly found out what he truly was due to the pack that had formed a village around him. On his twelfth birthday he slaughtered his mother in a fit of rage, tearing her to shreds to claim his dominance in the pack, seeing as she was the matriarch. Quickly deeming himself as the new alpha in the group, he forced them to follow his ways in slaughtering helps humans or anything else that wandered into his territory, making sure they listened by the penalty of death.
After a few months he noticed that his pack began to fade slightly, a few families and loners drifting away due to the new leader and rules of the pack. Quickly forming an elite group of his most loyal pack mates to round them up and end there lives. However he decided to leave the pack at twenty two to find a certain family he consider a slight challenge to his new role, the Rydens. Leaving his pack in control of his best friend and mate on his absence, his goal to find and take out the three, even though he didn't know of they're where abouts he still remembered their scent and their plan to make an alliance against him.
Family(extended family is alright as well): All Deceased due to him other then his father who he never knew and is still searching for to finish the job.
Friends:(Since no real family):
Kano Shayt: Second in command of his elite pack.
Chelsea Lenard: Somewhat of a mate to him.
Ken Rinerd: Best Friend
Song: Angerfist- Megamix
