Post by wolf on Oct 24, 2008 14:00:18 GMT -5
The Basics;
[/center]Name: Wolf Ingorio Rakalte
Age: 18
Where you stand: Mutant
What are you: Student
Powers: Retribution, Clairvoyance, Telepathy, Empathy
Likes: Girls
Guitar
Enjoying himself
The dark
Satin Sheets(Don't ask)
Birds
Roses
Singing
Motorcycles
Big belt buckles
His dog, Sugar
Fixing cars
Roast beef
Music
Scaring people
Dislikes: Hunters
Chihwawas
Girls who are all pink
Getting caught
Mayonnaise
Unorganized drawers
Creepy girls
Forgetful people
Pesky people
Cheese
Cats
Fuzzy clothes
Most guys
Playing hard to get
Laundry Detergent
Crying girls
Personality: Sex-crazed rock star. Yep, that's what Wolf is. Despite his gloomy look, he has a beast inside. Usually though, at school, he would prefer to be alone, writing music or just pondering. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it's like a gem to behold. Wolf causes people to think he's a dark, evil guy that has nothing better to do than to sit and do nothing. Get to know him, and you'll find he is quite friendly.
Wolf likes girls. Okay, he likes girls with good bodies. Yes, he's the famous buddy that everyone seems to not know about or know too much about. He's like a bee, going from flower to flower to flower; and sometimes he even comes back to that flower. Wolf keeps his temper down low, he honestly doesn't get too irritated. Usually finding something else to keep him sane, like his music. When he does get angry......it'd be best to just get out of the way.. Despite the appearance, he has an incredibly poetic mind. But he also has a troublesome mind as well.
History: Wolf Ingorio Rakalte was born on December 17th. Of course, his parents were extremely poor and he happened to be an only child. Through his infant years, his mother began to get sick. She didn't last too long and soon, it was just his father and a tiny one year old baby. As Wolf turned five, is ambitious attitude was starting to come into view. Often, he spent his childhood days alone and soon he taught himself to play the guitar and train his powers in his solitude. 'There seemed to be nothing he couldn't do.'His dad would always say when Wolf got in trouble with others. But it was getting harder and harder to take the blame for Wolf.
He was already a fast learner and he already had begun writing music. No, he didn't play around with the other kids. He sat in a corner writing music and training with himself. He found those kid games completely pointless. On Wolf's 9th year, he encountered his first cigarette. He counted that as a mark for maturity, beginning to be more and more rebellious towards his father. Since he no longer had a mother, there was no feminine figure to teach him right from wrong effectively. Now, a skilled guitarist and a musician, he knew the ways to persuade people.
When he became 13 years of age, Wolf was out late partying and having himself some fun with a lady or two. The girls seemed to hate him yet love him all at the same time. He was skilled at most things....just depended if he felt like acting skilled. At the age of 15, Wolf didn't seem to be doing so well. He found school too boring and pointless to take anything seriously. In fact, he frequently got into little fights at school and with hunters. His father getting more and more irritated and Wolf causing more and more trouble.
Now, being 18, nothing has changed. Partying and rebelling, and fooling around with girls.....yes, he was still doing that. Though he keeps himself down where no one can see him, he's there in the corner writing music and humming along. Things never do change, do they?
The Look;
[/center]General Appearance: Wolf has a more darker way of going about things. His style is much less gloomy than it is just, plain. Mostly wearing black or brown long sleeved shirts and leather pants. He sometimes wears red, white, or gray t-shirts but not very often.
He keeps his hair untamed and loose. This is most of his mysterious appearance and the intimidating factor that most experience when encountering Wolf. A snake-like dragon design that crawls up his right arm. The word 'Wolf' with a crescent moon beside it on his left shoulder.
Wolf is not punk or ghetto, he's just a bit troubled. Slightly more of a sorrowful, rock star style most of the time. Being rather tall, he's muscular for his age. But that rugged appearance only adds to his handsomeness.
Celebrity Name: Steven Strait
Celebrity Picture:
The Who;
[/center]OOC Name: Vader or Jack
OOC Age: 16 (Will be 17 in December)
The What;
[/center]Experience: 4 and 1/2 years
Example: (This is a small example of mine from my own site, Draecia. (A medieval fantasy-like roleplay.)
Beads of sweat trickled down a rather masculine chest, the statue-like personnel standing beside the window. Standing there looking out, nothing but the thin cloth of pants upon him. The crimson sheets of his bed were tangled as if he had been restless and gotten up just to relax. Empty eyes stared out at the rather breath-taking surrounding and a voice came from his lips. "What does this mean? What is to become of me?" The words were only said to himself with a tone so chilling yet irresistible at the same time.
It was those dreams again. Every seventh day, he'd have a nightmare. There his army would be standing, about to strike the enemy Pure ones, and suddenly, a baby would appear in the middle of the battlefield. He himself would fall to the ground, overtaken-by pain and then....he'd wake up.
It made no sense to this powerful king; no sense to the dark King Xhalakai Ihsorik. At this time of war, Xhal was restless.
But being restless was more of a weakness to him. He'd be prone to distractions....prone to the one he thought must certainly be another. Even that idea caused a smile across his lips, but it quickly faded away. Xhalakai looked down for a moment and then back up, letting out a relaxed sigh of terrifying deviousness, "Hmm....my Draecia.....all of it.....Draecia.....Empire of the Fallen."
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