Post by Madeloyn Weston on May 5, 2009 15:35:50 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Tania
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Madeloyn Weston
Basic Information
Name : Freedmin Brightmore
Aliases: Chance Brightmore
Actual Age: 50
Appearing Age: 26 tops
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Approx. Birth Date: 10 - 1 - 1959
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Drifter/Thief (He steals from others)
Appearance
Height: 6'2
Hair: (Color & Style) Dark blond is usually slicked back
Eyes: Dark blue but they can change to green
Skin: Hes white as a ghost
Body Type: Slender but muscular
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) He has none. He believes they damage your body
Celebrity Claim: Ryan Gosling
Picture
Background Information
Personality: Rude. Brutally Honest. Isn't afraid to say what he needs too. Doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone. Or at least he acts that way. He has a heart of gold under all the ice. He loves women. He uses them. Never feeling sorry for it. And he steals from anyone he can not even thinking about it twice. He's got a temper hes not afraid to show. And he will hurt anyone who gets in his way. Women or men. But he does have a sensitive side he only lets a few see. Also if you screw with someone he attaches too you'll be screwing with him. And you don't screw with Chance.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
- Love
- Anger
- Women
- His attitude toward the world is a major weakness.
Strengths: (At Least 4)
- Feral Speech
- Fist of the Titans
- His hearing isnt the best
- He's very strong
Family: His mother Esme Brightmore and father Kegan Brightmore are both dead. He had one sibling Carla Brightmore who married and moved away. He hasn't seen her since.
Friends: He runs solo for now.
Enemies: At the moment he has no enemies. But give the guy a chance and I'm sure he will have one soon.
Lover: Whatever whore he picks up at the bar. Can be one or two a night. He's good looking he uses to his advantage. He refuses to fall in love. Its a weakness he cant have.
Extra Powers: Feral Speech - Speak telepathically with an animal whose eyes you meet.
Fist of the Titans - Attack or throw someone away telekinetically.
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
Chance Brightmore was born to Kegan and Esme Brightmore on October 1st 1959. He was a wild child breaking everything he could get his hands on. His father punished him daily it only fueled Chance to be even worse until his parents kicked him out at the tender age of 16. It made him even stronger. He became the guy everyone talked about. He was angry rude and just plain nasty to every person who came around him. He made women and children cry and made himself the baddest guy in all of england. He kicked men's ass for looking at him. And this is before he became a werewolf.
Two years after leaving home he saw his sister Carla. They fought and she told him he was a cold bastard he beat her until she was near death. It made him crazy that he had hurt his sister. So he changed himself. Went and made it better. It made him rewrite his life. He went home and forgave his family and begged his sister for her forgiveness. His family thought he had a demon in him that slipped away when he lost it on his only sister. They all instantly forgave him. He lived at home for 3 years until he became restless. He left and never turned back. It was only years later he found out from a fellow family friend that his parents had died from influenza.
1 year after leaving home again he was attacked by a werewolf. The next full moon he changed and he hasn't been the same since. He went back to his mean and hurtful ways. Adding more to it by stealing from anyone and everyone. He'd meet people on the street beat the crap out of them and leave with the money. Hes come to Massacre Harbor because he heard of a pack there he wanted to join. And maybe one day run.
Role Play Sample: WARNING SWEARING! LOL
The bar reeked of vampire. I wrinkled my nose in the direction of the stage. Some vampire was baring all grinding on stage. Didn't make me want to bone her. Actually I wanted to vomit. But I was here on a purpose. To see the Ulfric of Massacre Harbor. "Excuse me" I said grabbing a waitress's arm as she walked by. She smiled brightly at me "Yes sir" She said pressing her boobs closer to my face. Id love to have her. But not tonight. Tonight I was on business.
"Where's the band dressing room at?" She shook her head back and forth "I cant tell that kind of information sir. But I can take you backstage" She winked at me. I felt like slapping her. "Just tell me where the fuck the dressing room is" My grip got tighter. I was never really good at holding my anger inside. And she was annoying me to no end. "God. Fine. Its back there" She said pointing at some doors. I released her and made my way to the doors. Fucking whores. Always throwing themselves on me.
I walked back I could smell a pack master alright. He was strong. He was loyal. And someone Id want as my Ulfric. "Sir you cant go back there" A short man said walking up toward me. He was human. "Fuck off" I said swirling on my heels. He looked scared and scurried off like a little mouse. "Fucking run little mouse run." I laughed fear was so little to me these days. I feared nothing. and no one.
I slammed the door open. All three eyes tore deep into mine with suspicion. "I'm here to join your pack. I run solo. But I want that to change" A dark haired man stepped forward "I am the Ulfric of this pack you must prove your worthy" He said moving closer to me. "Ill prove whatever I need too" I said folding my arms over my chest.
OOC Name: Tania
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Madeloyn Weston
Basic Information
Name : Freedmin Brightmore
Aliases: Chance Brightmore
Actual Age: 50
Appearing Age: 26 tops
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Approx. Birth Date: 10 - 1 - 1959
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Drifter/Thief (He steals from others)
Appearance
Height: 6'2
Hair: (Color & Style) Dark blond is usually slicked back
Eyes: Dark blue but they can change to green
Skin: Hes white as a ghost
Body Type: Slender but muscular
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) He has none. He believes they damage your body
Celebrity Claim: Ryan Gosling
Picture
Background Information
Personality: Rude. Brutally Honest. Isn't afraid to say what he needs too. Doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone. Or at least he acts that way. He has a heart of gold under all the ice. He loves women. He uses them. Never feeling sorry for it. And he steals from anyone he can not even thinking about it twice. He's got a temper hes not afraid to show. And he will hurt anyone who gets in his way. Women or men. But he does have a sensitive side he only lets a few see. Also if you screw with someone he attaches too you'll be screwing with him. And you don't screw with Chance.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
- Love
- Anger
- Women
- His attitude toward the world is a major weakness.
Strengths: (At Least 4)
- Feral Speech
- Fist of the Titans
- His hearing isnt the best
- He's very strong
Family: His mother Esme Brightmore and father Kegan Brightmore are both dead. He had one sibling Carla Brightmore who married and moved away. He hasn't seen her since.
Friends: He runs solo for now.
Enemies: At the moment he has no enemies. But give the guy a chance and I'm sure he will have one soon.
Lover: Whatever whore he picks up at the bar. Can be one or two a night. He's good looking he uses to his advantage. He refuses to fall in love. Its a weakness he cant have.
Extra Powers: Feral Speech - Speak telepathically with an animal whose eyes you meet.
Fist of the Titans - Attack or throw someone away telekinetically.
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
Chance Brightmore was born to Kegan and Esme Brightmore on October 1st 1959. He was a wild child breaking everything he could get his hands on. His father punished him daily it only fueled Chance to be even worse until his parents kicked him out at the tender age of 16. It made him even stronger. He became the guy everyone talked about. He was angry rude and just plain nasty to every person who came around him. He made women and children cry and made himself the baddest guy in all of england. He kicked men's ass for looking at him. And this is before he became a werewolf.
Two years after leaving home he saw his sister Carla. They fought and she told him he was a cold bastard he beat her until she was near death. It made him crazy that he had hurt his sister. So he changed himself. Went and made it better. It made him rewrite his life. He went home and forgave his family and begged his sister for her forgiveness. His family thought he had a demon in him that slipped away when he lost it on his only sister. They all instantly forgave him. He lived at home for 3 years until he became restless. He left and never turned back. It was only years later he found out from a fellow family friend that his parents had died from influenza.
1 year after leaving home again he was attacked by a werewolf. The next full moon he changed and he hasn't been the same since. He went back to his mean and hurtful ways. Adding more to it by stealing from anyone and everyone. He'd meet people on the street beat the crap out of them and leave with the money. Hes come to Massacre Harbor because he heard of a pack there he wanted to join. And maybe one day run.
Role Play Sample: WARNING SWEARING! LOL
The bar reeked of vampire. I wrinkled my nose in the direction of the stage. Some vampire was baring all grinding on stage. Didn't make me want to bone her. Actually I wanted to vomit. But I was here on a purpose. To see the Ulfric of Massacre Harbor. "Excuse me" I said grabbing a waitress's arm as she walked by. She smiled brightly at me "Yes sir" She said pressing her boobs closer to my face. Id love to have her. But not tonight. Tonight I was on business.
"Where's the band dressing room at?" She shook her head back and forth "I cant tell that kind of information sir. But I can take you backstage" She winked at me. I felt like slapping her. "Just tell me where the fuck the dressing room is" My grip got tighter. I was never really good at holding my anger inside. And she was annoying me to no end. "God. Fine. Its back there" She said pointing at some doors. I released her and made my way to the doors. Fucking whores. Always throwing themselves on me.
I walked back I could smell a pack master alright. He was strong. He was loyal. And someone Id want as my Ulfric. "Sir you cant go back there" A short man said walking up toward me. He was human. "Fuck off" I said swirling on my heels. He looked scared and scurried off like a little mouse. "Fucking run little mouse run." I laughed fear was so little to me these days. I feared nothing. and no one.
I slammed the door open. All three eyes tore deep into mine with suspicion. "I'm here to join your pack. I run solo. But I want that to change" A dark haired man stepped forward "I am the Ulfric of this pack you must prove your worthy" He said moving closer to me. "Ill prove whatever I need too" I said folding my arms over my chest.
