Post by akio22 on Aug 11, 2012 1:17:56 GMT -5
Dallin Edmund Smith
Age: 317
Race: Werewolf (old)
Class: Warrior
Year: 1rst Year
Appearance: Wild short white/bright gray hair, orange eyes, pointy ears, usually wears a white jacket, a collar, jeans, and sneakers
Family: He has little literal family left due to alot of them being wiped out during the war but he does still have his grandfather who has raised him for the majority of his life it is unknown what his current state is however. He also has an adoptive little sister though she doesn't count as a blood relation the two do have a bit of a bond having found her orphaned at a young age the two took her in seeing her as a possible great asset.
History: Dallin is one of the remaining werewolves from the bloodline that existed from the last werewolf king, he still has all the flaws of the old race including weaknesses to silver weapons and lack of control when it comes to his wolf form. Dallin was raised by his Grandpa who was overprotective and stern. He has always had a bit of a negative view of the newer Lycans because he finds they have it way too easy. Due to the weariness towards others from his grandpa they never really conversed with any other races outside from other Lycans. Eventually he broke off from the pack so to speak to learn more for himself, a bit unknowledgeable about the world due to being sheltered other than what he has been told by his elders which pretty much boils down to a bunch of lessons about history, oh and how much better things were back in their day but that's a given.
(info between beginning of travel and reaching the academy may be added if needed if that's okay)
Dallin eventually found Demon Academy and decided to stay there as he figured if he was going to learn anywhere this would probably be the ideal place to do so.
Personality: Dallin is cautious and reacts aggressively to things that are unknown to him, he has a snarky attitude to anyone who he is unfamiliar with however if he knows you he can actually be pretty normal and sweet. But regardless he can have quite the temper especially on days of the full moon progressively worse the closer it gets to night time, the wost he could be would be on a cloudless night with the full moon at its peak, but anyone with half a brain wouldn't be around him at that time of night anyway. He does take meds from time to time to make sure he is not a constant raving lunatic foaming at the mouth.
Weapons: he prefers to use his fists and/or claws in battle
Powers:....turning into a wolf? XD
Skills: good hand to hand combat
Equipment: a back pack, pills, books, paper, other trivial school things
Rp Sample
The boy looked up at the tree he was laying under he must have dosed off during his break, it was now dark out. Great just great now he would have to trek back to his dorm in the dark it was a new moon so he didn't have to worry about any furry situations tonight. As he walked he thought of something and patted his jacket pockets, then with widened eyes patted his jean pockets then gave an annoyed sigh. GREAT he left his key in the dorm so now he would have to rely on his roomie waking up and letting him in, and he was probably well asleep by now. "damn it" he cursed under his breath.
"well isn't this just a blast?"
Age: 317
Race: Werewolf (old)
Class: Warrior
Year: 1rst Year
Appearance: Wild short white/bright gray hair, orange eyes, pointy ears, usually wears a white jacket, a collar, jeans, and sneakers
Family: He has little literal family left due to alot of them being wiped out during the war but he does still have his grandfather who has raised him for the majority of his life it is unknown what his current state is however. He also has an adoptive little sister though she doesn't count as a blood relation the two do have a bit of a bond having found her orphaned at a young age the two took her in seeing her as a possible great asset.
History: Dallin is one of the remaining werewolves from the bloodline that existed from the last werewolf king, he still has all the flaws of the old race including weaknesses to silver weapons and lack of control when it comes to his wolf form. Dallin was raised by his Grandpa who was overprotective and stern. He has always had a bit of a negative view of the newer Lycans because he finds they have it way too easy. Due to the weariness towards others from his grandpa they never really conversed with any other races outside from other Lycans. Eventually he broke off from the pack so to speak to learn more for himself, a bit unknowledgeable about the world due to being sheltered other than what he has been told by his elders which pretty much boils down to a bunch of lessons about history, oh and how much better things were back in their day but that's a given.
(info between beginning of travel and reaching the academy may be added if needed if that's okay)
Dallin eventually found Demon Academy and decided to stay there as he figured if he was going to learn anywhere this would probably be the ideal place to do so.
Personality: Dallin is cautious and reacts aggressively to things that are unknown to him, he has a snarky attitude to anyone who he is unfamiliar with however if he knows you he can actually be pretty normal and sweet. But regardless he can have quite the temper especially on days of the full moon progressively worse the closer it gets to night time, the wost he could be would be on a cloudless night with the full moon at its peak, but anyone with half a brain wouldn't be around him at that time of night anyway. He does take meds from time to time to make sure he is not a constant raving lunatic foaming at the mouth.
Weapons: he prefers to use his fists and/or claws in battle
Powers:....turning into a wolf? XD
Skills: good hand to hand combat
Equipment: a back pack, pills, books, paper, other trivial school things
Rp Sample
The boy looked up at the tree he was laying under he must have dosed off during his break, it was now dark out. Great just great now he would have to trek back to his dorm in the dark it was a new moon so he didn't have to worry about any furry situations tonight. As he walked he thought of something and patted his jacket pockets, then with widened eyes patted his jean pockets then gave an annoyed sigh. GREAT he left his key in the dorm so now he would have to rely on his roomie waking up and letting him in, and he was probably well asleep by now. "damn it" he cursed under his breath.
"well isn't this just a blast?"
