Post by Connor Hyrum Dwyre on May 7, 2009 22:30:59 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name:You know me!
Gender:Girly
Other Characters:None here
Basic Information
Name:Hyrum Dwyre
Aliases:None
Actual Age:
Appearing Age:33
Gender:Male
Species:Werewolf
Approx. Birth Date:
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual)Straight
Occupation:Police Detective
Appearance
Height:6'2
Hair: (Color & Style)Spiky, brownish with some cool blondish highlights
Eyes:Brown, sometimes hazel
Skin:I have a nice, sexy tan.
Body Type:Fuck! look at my body, I'm ripped baby.
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings)
Celebrity Claim:Ryan Reynolds
Picture
Background Information
Personality:
Weakness: (At Least 4)
Alcohol
sex
women
sex
silver
Strengths: (At Least 4)
Speed
Heightened senses
Strong
Confident
Family:Can't remember anything before my transformation. Saran and Aislan are my only family.
Friends:My Clan
Enemies:Anyone out to betray or harm our clan.
Lover: Any pretty little ass that passes my way, but will give it up in an instant for Aislan.
Extra Powers:
Telepathy
Lend the Supernatural vigor
Fist of Titans
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
Aislan and I had longed for one another for quite a while now. Stealing kisses here and there. Making sure our make out sessions remained private from all especially Saran. I stood there across from Aislan with my arms crossed eying her up and down. When we were alone words weren't needed to be spoken. Our eyes and bodies both reflected how we felt inside for each other speaking a language of their own.
Day after day, I have my choice of women. They tend to throw themselves at my feet and I can't help, but give into them. No matter how horny I get and how much pleasure I receive from all these fucking strippers and hoes. There is only one woman who holds my heart and unfortunately we are forbidden to even glance at each other a certain way while in Saran's presence. Oh the all mighty life of being second in command. Saran gets to pine away day after day over his dead, beloved, Sorcha.
Luckily, I was happy where I fell in the pack. I'd rather be second in command, then be the fucking leader. Where I fell in the pack I was able to enjoy all the fun. Torturing and bestowing punishment upon those whom our Ulfric felt deserved it. Ah yes my idea of fun.
I placed my hands at my side, frustrated that Saran was late. Bastard was always on time. If I knew this would have happened I would have had my tongue down her throat this entire time. I licked my lips, smiling at her.....our eyes locked as I walked closer to her closing the distance between us. I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to caress her cheek, letting my fingers graze upon her plump lips. As I began to lean in I heard the door creak open and I jumped back slightly.
"What the fuck, Sárán." I couldn't help but laugh. “I sure as hell hope you are both in tune.” His glare through the mirror at me was piercing, as if he knew or sensed the two of us were up to no good. I nodded as Aislan answered for the both of us. It was better tonight if I kept my big mouth shut tonight of all nights. My big, wise cracking, mouth would only get me in trouble with our all mighty Ulfric if I spoke out of line to him on this night.
I stood back and watched as some new enticing, little, piece of ass waltzed in. Not bad....not bad at all. She had that innocent look to her. I bet she was an animal in the sack. The girl-next-door type always were. Soon another hot piece of ass walked in looking for the little bitch. She flashed me a smirk and I couldn't help, but undress her with my eyes. When she blew a seductive kiss my way, I had to readjust myself just thinking of what that mouth could do around my cock.
It wasn't until she left the room. That I realized I had seen her face before. She had Sorcha's face, but it wasn't her. The bitch sure looked amazing for being 300 fucking years old though. "Sárán, we saw her too. She's a vampire, her name is Charlize, and she's the manager here." I hadn't paid much attention what was being said or done in the room around me. My mind was on what it normally was on.....sex. "Yeah I saw her alright....I would love that mouth around my...." I mumbled under my breath. I bit my tongue and covered my mouth. Good, fucking, thing, Saran was preoccupied. Us in tune? Fuck!! Get your ass in tune Ulfric!
Everything began to unfold so damn quickly in this room. Before I could blink or get my mind thinking anything other than fucking. Suddenly Saran started to growl and as a chair went crashing into pieces. I saw that he had that poor, innocent girl in his sights. "You need to leave, right now. No, no talking. Are you fucking blind? Do you see the animal behind me. Right now, he's thinking about tearing your throat out. Whatever was so fucking important, I think it can wait." My eyes widened at the sight. Saran was losing his fucking mind and all this over some woman he had lost over twenty-five fucking years ago? "Yeah..sweetheart...really you should go. He's not nice when he's angry." A bit of sarcasm came from my tone as I snickered. Something about this little, hot, piece of ass, told me she was something else. Not human if you asked me.
"Ulfric, I beg your forgiveness. But, you are losing your fucking mind right now. You need to pull it together. If you need to hit something, I'm right here." What the fuck? Like hell I will let that fucker hit you. Pack fucking leader or not. I shoved the chair from beneath me and felt my fangs start to cut through my gums. I stood by her side as a low growl escaped my throat toward our Ulfric. It was a natural reaction for me to defend the one I love. Although nothing has escalated past flirting and kissing. I just knew it was love in my heart.
“Did you have something you wanted to say, Freki?” I backed up, remembering where my place was. “No, Ulfric.” I responded. All three of us felt something strange in the air coming from behind the door. As Saran opened it the pretty, young woman was sitting there startled on the ground. Saran helped her up and they echanged some apologetic words. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at Aislan giving her a devilish grin. As Saran returned to us we all new what was about to happen. The moon was high and full and I could feel my gut churning. We had to get out of here now...
OOC Name:You know me!
Gender:Girly
Other Characters:None here
Basic Information
Name:Hyrum Dwyre
Aliases:None
Actual Age:
Appearing Age:33
Gender:Male
Species:Werewolf
Approx. Birth Date:
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual)Straight
Occupation:Police Detective
Appearance
Height:6'2
Hair: (Color & Style)Spiky, brownish with some cool blondish highlights
Eyes:Brown, sometimes hazel
Skin:I have a nice, sexy tan.
Body Type:Fuck! look at my body, I'm ripped baby.
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings)
Celebrity Claim:Ryan Reynolds
Picture
Background Information
Personality:
Weakness: (At Least 4)
Alcohol
sex
women
sex
silver
Strengths: (At Least 4)
Speed
Heightened senses
Strong
Confident
Family:Can't remember anything before my transformation. Saran and Aislan are my only family.
Friends:My Clan
Enemies:Anyone out to betray or harm our clan.
Lover: Any pretty little ass that passes my way, but will give it up in an instant for Aislan.
Extra Powers:
Telepathy
Lend the Supernatural vigor
Fist of Titans
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
Aislan and I had longed for one another for quite a while now. Stealing kisses here and there. Making sure our make out sessions remained private from all especially Saran. I stood there across from Aislan with my arms crossed eying her up and down. When we were alone words weren't needed to be spoken. Our eyes and bodies both reflected how we felt inside for each other speaking a language of their own.
Day after day, I have my choice of women. They tend to throw themselves at my feet and I can't help, but give into them. No matter how horny I get and how much pleasure I receive from all these fucking strippers and hoes. There is only one woman who holds my heart and unfortunately we are forbidden to even glance at each other a certain way while in Saran's presence. Oh the all mighty life of being second in command. Saran gets to pine away day after day over his dead, beloved, Sorcha.
Luckily, I was happy where I fell in the pack. I'd rather be second in command, then be the fucking leader. Where I fell in the pack I was able to enjoy all the fun. Torturing and bestowing punishment upon those whom our Ulfric felt deserved it. Ah yes my idea of fun.
I placed my hands at my side, frustrated that Saran was late. Bastard was always on time. If I knew this would have happened I would have had my tongue down her throat this entire time. I licked my lips, smiling at her.....our eyes locked as I walked closer to her closing the distance between us. I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to caress her cheek, letting my fingers graze upon her plump lips. As I began to lean in I heard the door creak open and I jumped back slightly.
"What the fuck, Sárán." I couldn't help but laugh. “I sure as hell hope you are both in tune.” His glare through the mirror at me was piercing, as if he knew or sensed the two of us were up to no good. I nodded as Aislan answered for the both of us. It was better tonight if I kept my big mouth shut tonight of all nights. My big, wise cracking, mouth would only get me in trouble with our all mighty Ulfric if I spoke out of line to him on this night.
I stood back and watched as some new enticing, little, piece of ass waltzed in. Not bad....not bad at all. She had that innocent look to her. I bet she was an animal in the sack. The girl-next-door type always were. Soon another hot piece of ass walked in looking for the little bitch. She flashed me a smirk and I couldn't help, but undress her with my eyes. When she blew a seductive kiss my way, I had to readjust myself just thinking of what that mouth could do around my cock.
It wasn't until she left the room. That I realized I had seen her face before. She had Sorcha's face, but it wasn't her. The bitch sure looked amazing for being 300 fucking years old though. "Sárán, we saw her too. She's a vampire, her name is Charlize, and she's the manager here." I hadn't paid much attention what was being said or done in the room around me. My mind was on what it normally was on.....sex. "Yeah I saw her alright....I would love that mouth around my...." I mumbled under my breath. I bit my tongue and covered my mouth. Good, fucking, thing, Saran was preoccupied. Us in tune? Fuck!! Get your ass in tune Ulfric!
Everything began to unfold so damn quickly in this room. Before I could blink or get my mind thinking anything other than fucking. Suddenly Saran started to growl and as a chair went crashing into pieces. I saw that he had that poor, innocent girl in his sights. "You need to leave, right now. No, no talking. Are you fucking blind? Do you see the animal behind me. Right now, he's thinking about tearing your throat out. Whatever was so fucking important, I think it can wait." My eyes widened at the sight. Saran was losing his fucking mind and all this over some woman he had lost over twenty-five fucking years ago? "Yeah..sweetheart...really you should go. He's not nice when he's angry." A bit of sarcasm came from my tone as I snickered. Something about this little, hot, piece of ass, told me she was something else. Not human if you asked me.
"Ulfric, I beg your forgiveness. But, you are losing your fucking mind right now. You need to pull it together. If you need to hit something, I'm right here." What the fuck? Like hell I will let that fucker hit you. Pack fucking leader or not. I shoved the chair from beneath me and felt my fangs start to cut through my gums. I stood by her side as a low growl escaped my throat toward our Ulfric. It was a natural reaction for me to defend the one I love. Although nothing has escalated past flirting and kissing. I just knew it was love in my heart.
“Did you have something you wanted to say, Freki?” I backed up, remembering where my place was. “No, Ulfric.” I responded. All three of us felt something strange in the air coming from behind the door. As Saran opened it the pretty, young woman was sitting there startled on the ground. Saran helped her up and they echanged some apologetic words. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at Aislan giving her a devilish grin. As Saran returned to us we all new what was about to happen. The moon was high and full and I could feel my gut churning. We had to get out of here now...
