Post by Julius Dyonysius on Apr 29, 2009 12:28:52 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Lynn
Gender: Female
Other Characters: None
Basic Information
Name: Julius Dyonysius
Aliases: None
Actual Age: 68 yrs old
Appearing Age: 34 yrs old
Gender: Male
Species: Were lion
Approx. Birth Date: 11/18/1941
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Bartender
Appearance
Height: 5"11
Hair: (Color & Style) Brown
Eyes: Green
Skin: olive
Body Type: Average to built
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) None
Celebrity Claim: Scott Speedman
(Pictured left)
Background Information
Personality: Laid back, sometimes shy, will step up when angered, hates who he is, but copes will with it, worries about abusing power, likes to help when needed, believes all species should get along, can snap under pressure, likes to be a leader, questions everything, is stronger than he believes, can be very forceful, likes it when things go as planned. Grew up the son of a Roman soldier. Can handle a sword better than anyone he met. He's very tactical.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
-Trusts too much
- Love
- Kindness
- Believes in Peace
- Silver
- Women
Strengths: (At Least 4)
-Strong
-Fast
-Heals quickly
-Tactical
-Brave
-Heightened senses
Family:
Father: Aden Dyonysius (Deceased)
Mother: Olivia Dyonysius (Deceased)
Friends: Not sure
Enemies: Not sure
Lover: Julius has fallen in love many of times, often times with humans, so obviously it never works out.
Extra Powers:
-Shape shifter
-Fist of the titans
-Mind Blank
-Auspex
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
(Birth to mid 20s)
I was born on November 18th, 1941, it was 7 months after the Nazi's took over Greece, and my mother and Father thought it would be best for us to flee Greece, and take refuge some place where the war wasn't likely to effect us as much. It was hard on my father because Aden Dyonysius was part of Evron, a special forces that guarded the Greece flag. It was a very loyal and proud job to carry out for your country. He was there when Nazi soldiers climbed the wall and demanded him and some of his other fellow soldiers remove the Greece flag and replace it with Germany's. His friends did so unwillingly and jumped from the wall to their deaths in defeat and disgrace. My father however, fought back and tried his best to defend what he believed in along with other soldiers. Many died and my dad escaped with minimal wounds. Till the day he died, he believed he would've been better well served to have jumped to his death, with his infantry. It was upon hearing that story several years later, that I realized how brave and courageous my Father really was.
Not because he fought the Nazi's but because he chose his family over his country. He chose to die an ordinary death, instead of one that was considered to be upstanding and heroic.
When I look back now, upon telling you this, it' no wonder I am an outlaw to the packs I roam amongst now. I would rather sacrifice minimal, instead of destroy all. I would rather find peace amist the family, instead of back down from what I value.
Back to my backgrounds. We lived on a small island outside of Greece until the war was over, and then we went back to our home in Athens. I finished school there and started to train for an army career just like my father. I traveled far and wide with the army, completing missions and fulfilling my 'call of duty'. Army life was good, good women, good wine, good friends, good food, and good times. I moved up quickly in rankings, I was smart and resourceful, the army liked that about me. I tried to win much without losing all. I was calm, cool and collective when it came to thinking and planning. I was considered to be very admired amongst my fellow men.
(Mid 20s to 34)
It wasn't until I was 26 that things started to change. I was stationed in Italy, when I got the telegram, it was my mother asking me to come home quickly. It took at least 3 days for me to get the discharge. I traveled by train back to Athens. I was worried my infantry would think me week, but they all said they understood, and knew I wasn't abandoning them. When I got back to Athens, I was too late, my father had passed away. I found my mother sitting outside the cottage when I arrived, her head buried in her hands. I knew then,sadly, my army career was over. It was up to me to see to it my mother was taken care of. I was their only child, and I was raised the men took care of the women. I sent a telegram the next day, informing my commander I wouldn't be back. My mother felt horrible, but I also think she knew it was now my farm land she lived on. It was up to be to maintain the fields and the crops.
I did well as a farmer. I even met a girl and married her. We continued to live on the family land with my mother. Tara wanted children but couldn't have any, she blamed it on me, and we divorced 5 years later. It was the summer after our divorce. It was after midnight if I recall right. That day my mother had been acting ski-dish and I heard what sounded like wolves or lions or something outside in the woods. I grabbed a shot gun and took out the door after them, my mother begging me to stay inside, she told me it was dangerous and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. "I was in the army mom," that was my answer as I jerked out of the grasp she had on my arm.
I took off into the woods, sneaking closer to the commotion.
My eyes grew big, and my hands grew unsteady as I watched one of these things change from animal to human, I was shaking all over, it wasn't natural, it wasn't what God had intended. I dropped my gun, sending off a fire into one of them. Their howling pierced my ears as I tried to run back to the cottage. I made it back though, but stumbled on a rock outside the cottage door, falling to the frozen ground beneath me. There was no getting away, there they were, they had me surrounded, their teeth sharp with drool hanging from their gums. I seen it in their eyes, I was about to be a meal. As one started to lunge at me,I heard the cottage door swing open, it was my mother with one of my fathers old swords with a heavy cast iron silver blade, "Back away from my boy," she insisted, swinging at them with the sword. They all did reluctantly, their forms changing back to man and woman.
One of the animals changed into a man, his hair long, his attitude cocky, "Olivia, you owe us something." he insisted, "We made a deal." I lied there listening, the rest of them moving in hungry circles around me. My mother told me to hurry to my feet, and I did so quickly, running beside her. "I owe you nothing Cyrus I paid you in full with the money my husband had put away." she pushed back, moving the sword toward them again. They backed up, moving as if the sword was cursed or something. As if they were scared of it. Cyrus growled and histed at her, "The boy, he's ours." I looked at my mother confused, "what does he mean mother?" I asked. "Tell him Olivia." shouted Cyrus as his neck pulsated and his form flashed off and on as if he was controlling the beast inside of him.
My mother lowered the sword, and tears started to stream down her face, "It--it was a mistake, we didn't know." she demanded.
I pressed her further, "Know what?"
She looked over at Cyrus, who started to speak for her, "Your mother and father promised us their first born son, after he turned 30 years of age, as a means to keep this tribe alive. In return, they got to keep their land and their lives." he looked at Olivia with a more bitter tone this time, "Pay up or you all die!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I couldn't let my mother be harmed either. They started to come at us, and I reached over, lowering her weapon, "Is this true?" Once she nodded yes, I knew what I had to do.
I stepped toward them, offering myself up as sacrifice, "A deal is a deal." They all seemed please, and I leaned back toward my mom, kissing her cheek, "I'll make it back, I promise." I whispered.
I looked at this Cyrus guy as they dragged me away, "What happens to my mother?"
His fangs grew long and large, he smiled an evil smile, gesturing with his hands toward the cottage, "Burn it."
I started to fight and struggle with them, but when I woke up, I didn't know where I was and I had been bitten on my inner thigh. That night I wasn't sure what I was, but now I know without a doubt what kind of monster I am. I am a were lion.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
I moved into a dark corner behind the counter, my stomach growing tight, the pain starting to make me fall to my knees. I reached up cupping my ears in my hands, I could feel the cartilage in them starting to break and bend as my pointed ears started to developed. My hair was starting to grow longer and on surfaces I didn't even have hair to begin with. I let out a few cries that turned to moans, and then to howls as I started to sweat, feeling my fingers break back, and my nails protrude from under my nail bed. My human nails breaking off one by one, as my hands dropped from my ears to the ground, I could feel every bone in my body shifting as the pain intensified. "Howl!!" I let out a deep, dark, scary but familiar sound. I looked down on the ground, my clothes lying on the floor beneath me, tattered and torn. I leaped up, onto the counter, the unsuspecting victims screaming for help, and for someone to let them out of the locked down club. Their blood curling cries hurting my sensitive ears, this was the part of this curse I hated, but every Lycanthorpe has to do it. We all have to feed or parish. I searched the room for my prey, and there he sat, he had annoyed me all night with his stories and his indecent gestures toward the women patrons.
I leaped toward him, taking his throat into my mouth, I lightly pressed my teeth to his throat, his blood slowly leaving his body, the moment it hit my tongue, I ripped harder into him, shaking him like a rag doll. I ate him until there was nothing left but dried bones. I quickly ran to the back door after that, collapsing in an alley.
I woke a few hours later, with the cold rain washing his blood from my naked body. I raised slowly to my feet, searching for something to cover myself with. The only thing I could find was a blanket in the dumpster someone had thrown out. I started to make my way back into the club when I heard voices coming from inside, "Captain, all I could find were these." Whatever the cops had probably wasn't good, so I made a "V" line away from the door. It was time to flee to another city, and find another pack to join.
OOC Name: Lynn
Gender: Female
Other Characters: None
Basic Information
Name: Julius Dyonysius
Aliases: None
Actual Age: 68 yrs old
Appearing Age: 34 yrs old
Gender: Male
Species: Were lion
Approx. Birth Date: 11/18/1941
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Bartender
Appearance
Height: 5"11
Hair: (Color & Style) Brown
Eyes: Green
Skin: olive
Body Type: Average to built
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) None
Celebrity Claim: Scott Speedman
(Pictured left)
Background Information
Personality: Laid back, sometimes shy, will step up when angered, hates who he is, but copes will with it, worries about abusing power, likes to help when needed, believes all species should get along, can snap under pressure, likes to be a leader, questions everything, is stronger than he believes, can be very forceful, likes it when things go as planned. Grew up the son of a Roman soldier. Can handle a sword better than anyone he met. He's very tactical.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
-Trusts too much
- Love
- Kindness
- Believes in Peace
- Silver
- Women
Strengths: (At Least 4)
-Strong
-Fast
-Heals quickly
-Tactical
-Brave
-Heightened senses
Family:
Father: Aden Dyonysius (Deceased)
Mother: Olivia Dyonysius (Deceased)
Friends: Not sure
Enemies: Not sure
Lover: Julius has fallen in love many of times, often times with humans, so obviously it never works out.
Extra Powers:
-Shape shifter
-Fist of the titans
-Mind Blank
-Auspex
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
(Birth to mid 20s)
I was born on November 18th, 1941, it was 7 months after the Nazi's took over Greece, and my mother and Father thought it would be best for us to flee Greece, and take refuge some place where the war wasn't likely to effect us as much. It was hard on my father because Aden Dyonysius was part of Evron, a special forces that guarded the Greece flag. It was a very loyal and proud job to carry out for your country. He was there when Nazi soldiers climbed the wall and demanded him and some of his other fellow soldiers remove the Greece flag and replace it with Germany's. His friends did so unwillingly and jumped from the wall to their deaths in defeat and disgrace. My father however, fought back and tried his best to defend what he believed in along with other soldiers. Many died and my dad escaped with minimal wounds. Till the day he died, he believed he would've been better well served to have jumped to his death, with his infantry. It was upon hearing that story several years later, that I realized how brave and courageous my Father really was.
Not because he fought the Nazi's but because he chose his family over his country. He chose to die an ordinary death, instead of one that was considered to be upstanding and heroic.
When I look back now, upon telling you this, it' no wonder I am an outlaw to the packs I roam amongst now. I would rather sacrifice minimal, instead of destroy all. I would rather find peace amist the family, instead of back down from what I value.
Back to my backgrounds. We lived on a small island outside of Greece until the war was over, and then we went back to our home in Athens. I finished school there and started to train for an army career just like my father. I traveled far and wide with the army, completing missions and fulfilling my 'call of duty'. Army life was good, good women, good wine, good friends, good food, and good times. I moved up quickly in rankings, I was smart and resourceful, the army liked that about me. I tried to win much without losing all. I was calm, cool and collective when it came to thinking and planning. I was considered to be very admired amongst my fellow men.
(Mid 20s to 34)
It wasn't until I was 26 that things started to change. I was stationed in Italy, when I got the telegram, it was my mother asking me to come home quickly. It took at least 3 days for me to get the discharge. I traveled by train back to Athens. I was worried my infantry would think me week, but they all said they understood, and knew I wasn't abandoning them. When I got back to Athens, I was too late, my father had passed away. I found my mother sitting outside the cottage when I arrived, her head buried in her hands. I knew then,sadly, my army career was over. It was up to me to see to it my mother was taken care of. I was their only child, and I was raised the men took care of the women. I sent a telegram the next day, informing my commander I wouldn't be back. My mother felt horrible, but I also think she knew it was now my farm land she lived on. It was up to be to maintain the fields and the crops.
I did well as a farmer. I even met a girl and married her. We continued to live on the family land with my mother. Tara wanted children but couldn't have any, she blamed it on me, and we divorced 5 years later. It was the summer after our divorce. It was after midnight if I recall right. That day my mother had been acting ski-dish and I heard what sounded like wolves or lions or something outside in the woods. I grabbed a shot gun and took out the door after them, my mother begging me to stay inside, she told me it was dangerous and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. "I was in the army mom," that was my answer as I jerked out of the grasp she had on my arm.
I took off into the woods, sneaking closer to the commotion.
My eyes grew big, and my hands grew unsteady as I watched one of these things change from animal to human, I was shaking all over, it wasn't natural, it wasn't what God had intended. I dropped my gun, sending off a fire into one of them. Their howling pierced my ears as I tried to run back to the cottage. I made it back though, but stumbled on a rock outside the cottage door, falling to the frozen ground beneath me. There was no getting away, there they were, they had me surrounded, their teeth sharp with drool hanging from their gums. I seen it in their eyes, I was about to be a meal. As one started to lunge at me,I heard the cottage door swing open, it was my mother with one of my fathers old swords with a heavy cast iron silver blade, "Back away from my boy," she insisted, swinging at them with the sword. They all did reluctantly, their forms changing back to man and woman.
One of the animals changed into a man, his hair long, his attitude cocky, "Olivia, you owe us something." he insisted, "We made a deal." I lied there listening, the rest of them moving in hungry circles around me. My mother told me to hurry to my feet, and I did so quickly, running beside her. "I owe you nothing Cyrus I paid you in full with the money my husband had put away." she pushed back, moving the sword toward them again. They backed up, moving as if the sword was cursed or something. As if they were scared of it. Cyrus growled and histed at her, "The boy, he's ours." I looked at my mother confused, "what does he mean mother?" I asked. "Tell him Olivia." shouted Cyrus as his neck pulsated and his form flashed off and on as if he was controlling the beast inside of him.
My mother lowered the sword, and tears started to stream down her face, "It--it was a mistake, we didn't know." she demanded.
I pressed her further, "Know what?"
She looked over at Cyrus, who started to speak for her, "Your mother and father promised us their first born son, after he turned 30 years of age, as a means to keep this tribe alive. In return, they got to keep their land and their lives." he looked at Olivia with a more bitter tone this time, "Pay up or you all die!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I couldn't let my mother be harmed either. They started to come at us, and I reached over, lowering her weapon, "Is this true?" Once she nodded yes, I knew what I had to do.
I stepped toward them, offering myself up as sacrifice, "A deal is a deal." They all seemed please, and I leaned back toward my mom, kissing her cheek, "I'll make it back, I promise." I whispered.
I looked at this Cyrus guy as they dragged me away, "What happens to my mother?"
His fangs grew long and large, he smiled an evil smile, gesturing with his hands toward the cottage, "Burn it."
I started to fight and struggle with them, but when I woke up, I didn't know where I was and I had been bitten on my inner thigh. That night I wasn't sure what I was, but now I know without a doubt what kind of monster I am. I am a were lion.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
I moved into a dark corner behind the counter, my stomach growing tight, the pain starting to make me fall to my knees. I reached up cupping my ears in my hands, I could feel the cartilage in them starting to break and bend as my pointed ears started to developed. My hair was starting to grow longer and on surfaces I didn't even have hair to begin with. I let out a few cries that turned to moans, and then to howls as I started to sweat, feeling my fingers break back, and my nails protrude from under my nail bed. My human nails breaking off one by one, as my hands dropped from my ears to the ground, I could feel every bone in my body shifting as the pain intensified. "Howl!!" I let out a deep, dark, scary but familiar sound. I looked down on the ground, my clothes lying on the floor beneath me, tattered and torn. I leaped up, onto the counter, the unsuspecting victims screaming for help, and for someone to let them out of the locked down club. Their blood curling cries hurting my sensitive ears, this was the part of this curse I hated, but every Lycanthorpe has to do it. We all have to feed or parish. I searched the room for my prey, and there he sat, he had annoyed me all night with his stories and his indecent gestures toward the women patrons.
I leaped toward him, taking his throat into my mouth, I lightly pressed my teeth to his throat, his blood slowly leaving his body, the moment it hit my tongue, I ripped harder into him, shaking him like a rag doll. I ate him until there was nothing left but dried bones. I quickly ran to the back door after that, collapsing in an alley.
I woke a few hours later, with the cold rain washing his blood from my naked body. I raised slowly to my feet, searching for something to cover myself with. The only thing I could find was a blanket in the dumpster someone had thrown out. I started to make my way back into the club when I heard voices coming from inside, "Captain, all I could find were these." Whatever the cops had probably wasn't good, so I made a "V" line away from the door. It was time to flee to another city, and find another pack to join.
