Post by anark on Apr 11, 2011 20:55:30 GMT -5
All About You
The Basics
Name:
Anark Wolfe
Age:
357
Gender
Male
Species
Lycan
What type are you
Full Blooded
What Makes You Who You Are
Personality:
Anark is a person that is very hard to get along with due to his hard upbringing. It isn’t wise to approach him with any other intention but to share your words of wisdom. Any intention that may be considered harsh or deliberately violent will result in severe retaliation. He can be a hard person and will not like to talk to many people. Most of the time he only wishes to keep to himself and keep others at arms length.
Appearance
Anark is a tall well built man looking to be in his early twenties. As stated he is riddled with a series of over 100 scars on his entire body. He has high cheek bones and a semi pointed chin. Aside from the scar down his eye most would classify him as having a baby face. However due to his lack of expressions he is mainly portrayed as having a hard personality. When he is ready to fight his eyes will go wild and a grin will stretch across his face with excitement. He has pure white hair that is normally unkempt, shaggy, and kept at eye length.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goal(s):
To survive
Fears:
Death without meaning
Alignment:
Neutral
Life As You Know It
Family: Living or Deceased
Mother: Kaila Wolfe (Deceased), Father: Kain Wolfe (deceased), Younger Brother: Rilik Wolfe (presumably still alive though he hasn’t seen him since they were young.)
History:
Life?
Its a simple four letter word that means so much more than it appears. It could mean love, it could mean loss, it could mean hatred, or even judgment. It is not easy and probably never will be, but there is an up side to this shit hole we call life and that is that eventually it will come to an end. In most circumstances death comes later in life and in others it could come as early as infancy, but for a select few the amount of time that passes before life ends is virtually unknown and could possibly be endless.
It all started in the year of 1654 when a litter of werewolves entered this world in what is now the state of georgia. Born with snow white hair the doctors believed him to be a sign that he would be the next pack leader. Before the young lycan could even open his eyes he was adorned him with many gifts and treated him like royalty. As the young wolf grew his peers began to treat him much differently than the older wolves... they believe that he had received the title of future leader undeservingly.
The boy grew harder and more aggressive as the years passed. The stares from his peers continued to tear him apart as he began to seclude himself to a life of barriers. This meant that he would allow no man, woman, or child to come within 5 feet of him without lashing out in harsh physical actions. He slowly began to feel as if he was losing his mind... the constant torment from this life of loneliness began to weigh on him until finally he would reach his breaking point at the age of 13. A few younger lycans had the nerve to stop him on his walk home from yet another unbearable day of training to be the next leader. He attempted to move around them and continue walking but they persisted in pushing him around and calling him a fake. After a moment of this the boy finally snapped under the weight of his own insanity and let loose all the suffering that he has endured on one of the children. Finally for the first time the young lycan took his humanoid form. His eyes became crazed as he pushed the kid down and proceeded to beat him. He did not stop until his hands were coated in blood. When he finally stood up he was no longer the same lycan... he was nothing more than a shell filled with rage and contempt for the world that he had been birthed into. He didn’t even look down at the lifeless body of the boy who’s life had been cut short by the system that created this monster of a boy.
After this the boy was strung up by his heels in the center of the forest and lashed countless time across his back, stomach, chest, legs, and face and he was stripped of the name he was given and was code-named Anark Wolfe Of The Fallen. The wounds would scar as a reminder of what this young lycan had become... a killer and the lack of a name would remove him from the public. Since then he never went to training and even his the elders shunned him and told him he would never become leader. He had become a demon in the eyes of the elders and he no longer held a position in the society that he was born into. Finally at the age of 18 he left without a word... by this time he was nothing... absolutely nothing. He had no name, he had nowhere to go, and wherever this life took him he would see to it that this world knew of his story.
One night, a day after his 21st birthday he had stumbled through a wooded area with the intoxicating smell of liquor on his breath. There were sounds all around him but no way of deciphering where they were coming from... at least not in his state. Finally a voice sounded through the darkness.
“What is your name Lycan?!”
This surprised the drunken wolf as he lifted his head to the sound of the voice which had strangely come from the trees above. “Anark Wolfe Of The Fallen” He yelled through the darkness. The female voice answered. “How interesting... what kind of name is that” The voice did not wait for an answer before dropping from the trees and pinning him to the ground. The face she gave him along with the fangs she revealed gave her away to be a Vampire. He had heard stories of these creatures but up until now he had never seen one. The woman conintued to hold him down with more strength then he could of imagined. She opened her mouth wide and went for his throat. With a roar he pushed her to the side and began to shift into the monstrosity. The Vampire showed a sign of fear for only a split second before her expression returned to the cocky state. Finally the wolf got a head start and barreled towards her he swung left and right at her but only caught air as the vampire dodged skillfully. He caught a few punches from her and then others cracked him in the jaw. He was too slow to do it like this. He waited for the opportune moment before she attacked when her muscles tighten to reach out and catch her punch in his fist. He brought her close to him and hesitated only a second before ending it all. As her body slumped down in defeat the wolf changed back with a painful yelp. He was now a humanoid beast covered in blood and his eyes showed no emotion only rage. Since then he was never the same. People died around him as he remained young... however the scars on his body seemed to never fade and he was still stuck with the memories of his past. What would become of this man... only time would tell as he lived a life of insanity. Time went on and life began to jade him as he held no preferences one way or another on any given subject. He moved around like a drone for the first hundred years of life. All the knowledge of the world at his fingertips but no way to use it. Tired of life... he began to resent the one that brought him into this world. Now he lives his life one day at a time with the mentality of a monster the look of a monster and the name of a monster... thus continues the story of the Wolf Anark.
That thing you do
Strength:
Anark Is Extremely powerful in wolf form and very fast in human form. He has a quick mind that can calculate a given situation and pick and choose the best action to take depending on the outcome he wishes for.
Weakness:
When in humanoid form he sacrifices strength for speed and in wolf form he sacrifices speed for strength. Anark’s right eye is virtually useless and when this weakness is utilized it could be very dangerous. Like every other lycan during transformation there is a possibility to lose control and it will dull his mind and cause him to act irrationally.
Read more: www.circleofthechosen.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=bio&action=display&thread=10#ixzz1JGFaNGGx
The Basics
Name:
Anark Wolfe
Age:
357
Gender
Male
Species
Lycan
What type are you
Full Blooded
What Makes You Who You Are
Personality:
Anark is a person that is very hard to get along with due to his hard upbringing. It isn’t wise to approach him with any other intention but to share your words of wisdom. Any intention that may be considered harsh or deliberately violent will result in severe retaliation. He can be a hard person and will not like to talk to many people. Most of the time he only wishes to keep to himself and keep others at arms length.
Appearance
Anark is a tall well built man looking to be in his early twenties. As stated he is riddled with a series of over 100 scars on his entire body. He has high cheek bones and a semi pointed chin. Aside from the scar down his eye most would classify him as having a baby face. However due to his lack of expressions he is mainly portrayed as having a hard personality. When he is ready to fight his eyes will go wild and a grin will stretch across his face with excitement. He has pure white hair that is normally unkempt, shaggy, and kept at eye length.
Likes:
- Alone Time
- A drink every now and then.
- Silence
Dislikes:
- Annoying people
- Girly dudes
- People who have far too much time on their hands and use it for nonsensical activities
Goal(s):
To survive
Fears:
Death without meaning
Alignment:
Neutral
Life As You Know It
Family: Living or Deceased
Mother: Kaila Wolfe (Deceased), Father: Kain Wolfe (deceased), Younger Brother: Rilik Wolfe (presumably still alive though he hasn’t seen him since they were young.)
History:
Life?
Its a simple four letter word that means so much more than it appears. It could mean love, it could mean loss, it could mean hatred, or even judgment. It is not easy and probably never will be, but there is an up side to this shit hole we call life and that is that eventually it will come to an end. In most circumstances death comes later in life and in others it could come as early as infancy, but for a select few the amount of time that passes before life ends is virtually unknown and could possibly be endless.
It all started in the year of 1654 when a litter of werewolves entered this world in what is now the state of georgia. Born with snow white hair the doctors believed him to be a sign that he would be the next pack leader. Before the young lycan could even open his eyes he was adorned him with many gifts and treated him like royalty. As the young wolf grew his peers began to treat him much differently than the older wolves... they believe that he had received the title of future leader undeservingly.
The boy grew harder and more aggressive as the years passed. The stares from his peers continued to tear him apart as he began to seclude himself to a life of barriers. This meant that he would allow no man, woman, or child to come within 5 feet of him without lashing out in harsh physical actions. He slowly began to feel as if he was losing his mind... the constant torment from this life of loneliness began to weigh on him until finally he would reach his breaking point at the age of 13. A few younger lycans had the nerve to stop him on his walk home from yet another unbearable day of training to be the next leader. He attempted to move around them and continue walking but they persisted in pushing him around and calling him a fake. After a moment of this the boy finally snapped under the weight of his own insanity and let loose all the suffering that he has endured on one of the children. Finally for the first time the young lycan took his humanoid form. His eyes became crazed as he pushed the kid down and proceeded to beat him. He did not stop until his hands were coated in blood. When he finally stood up he was no longer the same lycan... he was nothing more than a shell filled with rage and contempt for the world that he had been birthed into. He didn’t even look down at the lifeless body of the boy who’s life had been cut short by the system that created this monster of a boy.
After this the boy was strung up by his heels in the center of the forest and lashed countless time across his back, stomach, chest, legs, and face and he was stripped of the name he was given and was code-named Anark Wolfe Of The Fallen. The wounds would scar as a reminder of what this young lycan had become... a killer and the lack of a name would remove him from the public. Since then he never went to training and even his the elders shunned him and told him he would never become leader. He had become a demon in the eyes of the elders and he no longer held a position in the society that he was born into. Finally at the age of 18 he left without a word... by this time he was nothing... absolutely nothing. He had no name, he had nowhere to go, and wherever this life took him he would see to it that this world knew of his story.
One night, a day after his 21st birthday he had stumbled through a wooded area with the intoxicating smell of liquor on his breath. There were sounds all around him but no way of deciphering where they were coming from... at least not in his state. Finally a voice sounded through the darkness.
“What is your name Lycan?!”
This surprised the drunken wolf as he lifted his head to the sound of the voice which had strangely come from the trees above. “Anark Wolfe Of The Fallen” He yelled through the darkness. The female voice answered. “How interesting... what kind of name is that” The voice did not wait for an answer before dropping from the trees and pinning him to the ground. The face she gave him along with the fangs she revealed gave her away to be a Vampire. He had heard stories of these creatures but up until now he had never seen one. The woman conintued to hold him down with more strength then he could of imagined. She opened her mouth wide and went for his throat. With a roar he pushed her to the side and began to shift into the monstrosity. The Vampire showed a sign of fear for only a split second before her expression returned to the cocky state. Finally the wolf got a head start and barreled towards her he swung left and right at her but only caught air as the vampire dodged skillfully. He caught a few punches from her and then others cracked him in the jaw. He was too slow to do it like this. He waited for the opportune moment before she attacked when her muscles tighten to reach out and catch her punch in his fist. He brought her close to him and hesitated only a second before ending it all. As her body slumped down in defeat the wolf changed back with a painful yelp. He was now a humanoid beast covered in blood and his eyes showed no emotion only rage. Since then he was never the same. People died around him as he remained young... however the scars on his body seemed to never fade and he was still stuck with the memories of his past. What would become of this man... only time would tell as he lived a life of insanity. Time went on and life began to jade him as he held no preferences one way or another on any given subject. He moved around like a drone for the first hundred years of life. All the knowledge of the world at his fingertips but no way to use it. Tired of life... he began to resent the one that brought him into this world. Now he lives his life one day at a time with the mentality of a monster the look of a monster and the name of a monster... thus continues the story of the Wolf Anark.
That thing you do
Strength:
Anark Is Extremely powerful in wolf form and very fast in human form. He has a quick mind that can calculate a given situation and pick and choose the best action to take depending on the outcome he wishes for.
Weakness:
When in humanoid form he sacrifices strength for speed and in wolf form he sacrifices speed for strength. Anark’s right eye is virtually useless and when this weakness is utilized it could be very dangerous. Like every other lycan during transformation there is a possibility to lose control and it will dull his mind and cause him to act irrationally.
Read more: www.circleofthechosen.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=bio&action=display&thread=10#ixzz1JGFaNGGx
