Post by freedomwaters on Jan 4, 2010 2:50:12 GMT -5
Name: Archeron Styxx
Rank: Privet I guess ^-^
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Hometown: Ridgecrest, California
Appearance: Black hair and Silvery blue eyes. He is 6'3" standing tall and proud and well muscled. His K-9 teeth are slightly pointed more than the others. Acheron is normally found wearing jeans and a random t-shirt. He has a burn mark running down his neck and left side of his chest and three long scars running horizontal along his back. As Wolf: He Is a white wolf with a black line of fur running across his left eye down to his mouth. He also has a few other random stripes of black fur around the rest of his body. While in this form no one can see the scars or burn mark. His eyes also alter a little bit and turn in to a deep ocean blue.
History: Acheron attended a military school, up until recently, with his younger sister Azura. They were both left there as soon as they reach five years of age. They lived in Oregon. Hearing of the camp Azura told him and he agreed to go with her and so they had set off.
Personality: Acheron is quiet and doesn't say much. He's a man that stays content to his work but often lazes around under the moonlight. He also loves debating and hates losing. He also, true to nature, is quick to anger. He has issues...Due to being born as a wolf his instincts are higher then most and he's a natural hunter. Unlike a lot of men in these times of Chaos, Acheron sticks to his code of honor. He will never attack a woman and never threaten her in anyway, he finds people who do to be just sickening. Don't insult his pride unless you have a death wish, he'd rather die then live with dishonor so he'll fight forever if he must.
RP EXAMPLE: The cold nights air echoed through the trees as the quarter moon shown high above. There was a quiet running of a mouse on the ground around the trees and the slight rustle of leaves falling to the ground. Acheron was pacing around the city for the third time that night, there wasn't really anything going on tonight and he was feeling rather edgy. It was just one of those nights, he wanted to punch something so bad but there was nothing that would let him. They were all hiding from him. Taking a quick glance around and seeing that there was no one there he shifted into his wolf form. The wolf took a couple sniff at the ground and set off to start making the fourth round around the city. He needed to find Azura and they needed to get heading to the camp.
Rank: Privet I guess ^-^
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Hometown: Ridgecrest, California
Appearance: Black hair and Silvery blue eyes. He is 6'3" standing tall and proud and well muscled. His K-9 teeth are slightly pointed more than the others. Acheron is normally found wearing jeans and a random t-shirt. He has a burn mark running down his neck and left side of his chest and three long scars running horizontal along his back. As Wolf: He Is a white wolf with a black line of fur running across his left eye down to his mouth. He also has a few other random stripes of black fur around the rest of his body. While in this form no one can see the scars or burn mark. His eyes also alter a little bit and turn in to a deep ocean blue.
History: Acheron attended a military school, up until recently, with his younger sister Azura. They were both left there as soon as they reach five years of age. They lived in Oregon. Hearing of the camp Azura told him and he agreed to go with her and so they had set off.
Personality: Acheron is quiet and doesn't say much. He's a man that stays content to his work but often lazes around under the moonlight. He also loves debating and hates losing. He also, true to nature, is quick to anger. He has issues...Due to being born as a wolf his instincts are higher then most and he's a natural hunter. Unlike a lot of men in these times of Chaos, Acheron sticks to his code of honor. He will never attack a woman and never threaten her in anyway, he finds people who do to be just sickening. Don't insult his pride unless you have a death wish, he'd rather die then live with dishonor so he'll fight forever if he must.
RP EXAMPLE: The cold nights air echoed through the trees as the quarter moon shown high above. There was a quiet running of a mouse on the ground around the trees and the slight rustle of leaves falling to the ground. Acheron was pacing around the city for the third time that night, there wasn't really anything going on tonight and he was feeling rather edgy. It was just one of those nights, he wanted to punch something so bad but there was nothing that would let him. They were all hiding from him. Taking a quick glance around and seeing that there was no one there he shifted into his wolf form. The wolf took a couple sniff at the ground and set off to start making the fourth round around the city. He needed to find Azura and they needed to get heading to the camp.
