Post by EMILE PETER AVAANT on Aug 5, 2011 10:39:10 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Emile Peter Avaant |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Emile Peter Avaant, but you can call me Emi or Emi. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm Sixteen years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a Male. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a Were, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Emile has never been a dominant were - both because of his age and the fact he much prefers to be safe in the knowledge someone is there for him rather than having to protect others himself - he often doubts himself because of this actually. He's a very social animal naturally, and loves nothing more than curling up with his pack and generally just being near them.Around others he's very social too; though he tends to be shy around others he doesn't know. While this is a good thing - it proves his instincts to be wary and shy are there - it makes him less inclined to meet new people. Actually, because of his size and attitude full stop he's often thought of to be far younger than he is, something he doesn't mind. Though childish and otherwise generally never wanting to grow up, he can get serious if he needs to be but he doesn't like it. Generally he's the one who tries and makes everyone get along (hugs and cuddles are the order of the day usually!)
Hunting is a really big deal for him; he adores chasing and bringing down his own prey in any of his forms. He'd never hurt a human willingly while hunting, because they're pretty much just like him in Emile's eyes - minus the whole wolf thing of course. Actually, perhaps unlike some, he cannot wait for the full moon each month so the whole pack can get out and chase things together. This is generally when his attitude changes the most; he's all business until the prey in question is being eaten, then he tends to revert to his usual playful self.
On the subject of all things tall dark and fangy, Emile doesn't much have an opinion. He's never had any personal issues with vampires in his rather short life but something about them never sits right with him. Perhaps its self preservation instinct or something, but he's very wary around them - yet he isn't antisocial or anything. He'll say hello and what have you. His opinion on them coming out is much the same; he kinda doesn't have one. Well, he thinks it could be a bit dangerous for his own kind (they're hardly charmers after all, and kinda turn into big hairy things) but thus far its good in his eyes.
history
[/size][/right]Emile isn't quite sure how long the Were thing has been in his family; he knows its been for at the very least 200 years; but beyond that he's never been able to find anything out. He was born into a small pack in the United Kingdom; his parents both being born weres themselves. Generally everything was well with the small group; but it wouldn't stay that way. The pack got taken over by an Alpha who wasn't much right in the head and within the month they where being hunted down by people who didn't like the idea of supernatural creatures in their community.Emile and his parents managed to escape upon a boat bound for New Jersey, promising Emile a fresh start when they got there. His parents, however, both died on the trip over - they'd ingested food contaminated with Wolfsbane. Emile, distraught at the death of his parents got off the boat and seemingly vanished. Three years later at the age of fifteen he ended up in Jamerson Falls, where he now resides with the resident pack - really, he's taken to them as well as his own parents.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
The snow parted as something silently ghosted through it with grace unmatched by anything human, each movement placed with pinpoint precision so as to make little sound as possible. Though it was still a fair distance away from the target, there was no sense in being careful. If the Lictor could rationalise this, those would have been its thoughts. But instead, all of this was instinctual, like how a child knows how to breathe immediately. It did not need any training, for the Hive Mind had crafted its form perfectly for the roll required.
However, despite being the perfect form, it was not without flaws. Its design at base had not been changed but to combat the extreme cold and snow it had been outfitted with a thick layer of fat to keep it insulated. However, it needed to feed often to replenish this and naturally keep it as active in this harsh environment. It was not a great challenge, for the Hive Mind had faced worlds such as this a thousand times before – it was a simple matter of passing the required genetic information to the Norn Queen of Hive Fleet Gemini.
The Lictor had landed on the planet a few weeks ago under the guise of a meteor shower, and was left much to its own devices on how to complete the mission – to transmit the outlay of the planet and the prey’s defences. Not a particularly hard task at a basic level, yet it did present a set of challenges. Gaining entry and staying undetected where but two, but the Tyranid could not doubt itself – quite literally, it had no concept of doubt. The native fauna had not proved much of a challenge and provided a source of nourishment. So far, of the target prey it had only seen two armoured vehicles but did not engage them, simply studying and relaying back to the Hive Mind.
Though it was tough to filter information from the brains of certain fauna, the Lictor had managed to disconcert the location of the target, from a distance. It now crouched in a patch of trees opposite a sheer rock face that extended far above where the Lictor now stood. It naturally sought high ground as a vantage point and it knew the target was also far above its own elevation.
Stalking from where it was crouched the large creature crossed the clearing in a few short moments and extended the barbs in its chest. The hooks dug into the rock face of the cliff and slowly, it began to haul itself up the side, using its large claws for support.
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| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Mabs | 10+ | Lina Leanderrson |
application created by demi, inspired by you could do better from caution.
