Post by Chloe on Nov 27, 2007 15:37:41 GMT -5
Name: Emery
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Emery is very complicated. It is almost impossible to figure out how he truly feels most of the time. It is very possible that he has something wrong with him as well. But no one can figure out exactly what. Not even himself. Not that he thinks it's a bad thing anyway. Infact, he quite loves being the way he is. In his human form, which he stays in most of the time, he is fairly outgoing. He is very good company and is always around to talk, joke, and listen. Because of this, many people end up really liking him. Especially people who don't know what he really is. But even in being this way, there is always something dark about him that just doesn't seem to fit. It only seems that when he gets really close to someone, after a while something seems to change and he ends up trying to hurt them or something similar.
In his wolf form, Emery is much more... wild. Almost as if he has no control over himself. He enjoys hunting, even when he isn't hungry. Most of his time is spent hunting vampires, simply for the thrill of it. Being an extremely talented fighter, he has no fear in doing anything of the sort. He is constantly active, rarely staying in one place for even a short amount of time. It is unthinkable that one would anger him as a wolf; it would be unwise. It wouldn't be very intelligent to make him angry at all, actually. But he is far more able to stay calm as a human.
Emery is a very trustworthy person - to a point. Then he starts to loose it for a while, causing him to kill even more than usual.
Appearance: Tall and well muscled, Emery gives off a fierce look at first. His hair is black and extremely short so that it doesn't get into his eyes. Eyes that were originally a natural shade of blue, but after turning became much darker until they were only a little bit off of black. His clothes are very simple. Short sleeved shirts that fit tightly around his chest, that is, if he's wearing a shirt at all. A lot of the time he doesn't, mostly to making shifting easier on himself. His pants are dark colored, light weight, and usually only go down to the knee. Sneakers are always on his feet for easier running. From plain appearance, it is almost impossible to actually tell that he's a werewolf. The only thing that might give it away is his body temperature. It's about 108, meaning that if he were a human, he'd probably be dead. He doesn't get cold anymore, though.
As a wolf, Emery is unrecognizable. He is huge in size. Many times larger than a bear. Long black fur covers his body entirely. Sharp fangs and claws stay in plain sight. And then there are his eyes, large and round, of the same dark blue.
Gods: None
History: Emery was born a normal human in a small town a long way away. He grew up without worry or care. But he didn't stand a chance. His town was a town of ancient werewolf packs. None of the werewolves were still around, but their blood was strong in the veins of the people. It was in Emery's generation that it was time for the werewolves to return. The kids with the strongest lines became werewolves. Emery's lines were possibly the strongest. At age 15, he went through the strange transformation that changed him to a werewolf. Once turned, he was instantly part of the pack that had slowly been forming. They were all similar in age to him. A few of them he had known very well before. Together, they made a pack of five. Emery was the last in his pack, but, strangely enough, he was the strongest. He has natural skill far beyond any of the others. And, for some reason, it was at this point in his life that he grew twisted. No one knows why. It just seemed to happen. Infact, no one really noticed at all. Slowly, he grew to despise his pack. He had managed to keep this secret from them somehow. To him, they were weak and useless. He wanted to be free of them. Free to do as he wanted, not his leader. Then, in a singly night of bloodshed, he turned on them. He attacked his unsuspecting leader; killing him almost instantly. The others had shifted and tried to escape. No one would dare fight him. They ran from him, but he caught one and killed him as well. The last two fled to the forest. Oddly enough, Emery did not pursuit them, but left them to live. He felt his job was done. He was rid of his pack. The others were confused and leaderless. There was little they could do. They would not go after him. And if they did, he would kill them, and they knew that. Turning in the opposite direction, he left the small town and traveled through the forests. To this day, he still hears the thoughts of his pack members in his head, as all werewolves do. And he is sure that they hear his as well. With time, however, he simply grew to ignore it all together.