Post by Dark Strider on Jan 4, 2011 15:07:31 GMT -6
HUMAN/ANTHRO WORLDS CHARACTER
Name:
Scott Gregory Ranton
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Sub-Race:
Werewolf
Age
35
Appearance:
Scott, unlike the rest of his ex-family, has short black hair and a neatly trimmed gottee and mustache combination. Sunglasses cover his a slate grey eye and a long jagged scar running down his left eye. Like his foster brother, Scott too has an eye that can cause nightmares to seemingly come to life in those caught in its gaze. His left eye, like Leon's, has been aptly been called the Demon's Eye. Other then the scar down his eye and part way down his cheek, Scott's skin is flawless.
Scott stands at about six foot five inches, he is slim, but well built. A well sculpted chest and strong arms are covered by a white dress shirt, and around his neck and under the collar of his shirt is a crimson red tie. Black dress pants cover his legs, black socks, and black dress-shoes clothe his lowe body, and a long black dress coat and white scarf cover his upper body. The coat is open at the front revealing his shirt and tie, as well as a belt with a gold buckle around his waist.
Atop his head sits a black fedora with a black ravens feather. A very Itallian look. His face is thin and taught, his mouth a firm frown most of the time, and his nose holds the sunglasses in place, even during extensive movement.
Scott, however, unlike his foster brother, was effected with the curse of lycanthropy. Feiging death at an early age, Scott left his family suffering with the pain and torment that came with it. After years of dealing with it, becoming stronger and more apt to cope with it, Scott slowly learned to deal with the pain and how to control the shifting into his were-wolf form.
When in his were-wolf form, Scott stands at about ten and a half feet tall, standing errect, and hunched at about eight and three fourths feet. Scott is bipedieal, walking on wolf-like paws. He is more anthro wolf looking then anything, but is much larger then most anthro wolves. His fur is a deep silver color, with white highlights around his calves, thighs, rearend, and down his tail. Across his shoulders, which have become rippled with muscle, as well as his chest and arms, not to mention his lower body, steel grey markings and highlights appear on his back, from the small of it to the base of his skull. Along his jaw, white fur lines the inside of his neck and to tuff of fur on his chest.
The only real clothes that cover Scott when he is in his were-wolf form is a pair of special shorts that expand and conform to his new body. The rest of the clothes are taken off before the transformation takes place, but on occasion, Scott has shifted while weiring the clothes, making them rip appart and bust as his body changes.
Personality:
For the many years that Scott has been away, he grew to connect with the wrong people, suffering hardships and losses that a normal human couldn't bare. Scott joined up with Itallian mafia, after doing some things that got him into trouble with them. Offering his service to them in exchange for his life, Scott grew to like the dealings with the underworld types. Slowly he climbed his way up the ladder to a seat of power, becoming a don in the inner rings of the Mafia. Taking people under his wing, Scott made friends with other mob bosses, especially those with a condition like his.
During one of his travels, Scott found a woman who was like him, a lycan. They fell for eachother, and for the first time in years, he was happy and full of life. But, shortly before he was going to propose to the woman, a group of opposing mob members came and took her away, telling him to remember his place. They ended up killing her in a fire fight between Scott's men. Enraged, Scott shifted into his were-wolf form and killed every last one of them, hunting down their boss and killing him in the dead of night. Scott claimed the holdings of that boss and lost the last shread of love he had left.
Now Scott is a deadly businessman. He "quit" from the mob scene and went on as a hired gun under a false name. He quickly became feared for his disregard of personal safty and his lack of compassion. He was hired by the military and was given extensive training in combat procedures which helped to harden his body and steel his constitution. After leaving them, Scott went back to being a merc, gathering a large sum of money.
Magic:
Like his foster brother, Scott found a way to move through space, warping from one spot to another with the use of Nul. His time with the lowlife in the mafia brought him to a mystic who shared with him the ways of manipulating the energies around him and allowed him to move rapidly through space. So long as something was in his sight range, Scott was able to move there in the blink of an eye, gaining a respected title for himself as well as a lot of fear.
Mentioned previously, Scott also has the Demon's Eye. This eye, like Leon's, was the result of accidental exposure to chemicals. On a raid of one of the bosses in a lower sector in a far off city, Scott was moving through a military warehouse where the rumored boss was getting his hardware. A few of the men who worked for that boss spotted Scott and opened fire, hitting a drum of the same chemical that effected Leon's eye. The chemical splashed onto the left side of his face, but thankfully his hat diflected the majority of the spill. The mucus glands in his eye absorbed the chemical rapidly, causing a rapid mutation in his eye. Scott gunned down the two men, but continued on with his mission.
Like his brother, Scott became able to unlock the deepest fears held by those who were caught in the gaze of his eye. Scott, however, uses the eye at will, using it to gather power for himself and to cause pain and to torture those whom he hated or disliked. He would not hold any compassion for anyone, not even his own family.
-Spells:
Warp: Scott uses the Nul that permiates the air from the decomposed dead to moved with rapid pace to different spots in sight.
Skills:
Scott has become almost inhuman with his lack of care for others. This allows him to make decisions that others would normally be in a moral battle with themselves. He has a nasty bloodlust while in his were-wolf form, and can transition to and from that form at will. The only draw backs to it is that he must follow certain conditions every time the moon is becoming full. He must change the night before, the night of, and the night after the full moon, or powerful aches and pains wrack his body. Two days after the full moon, in addition, Scott cannot change. He does not know the particular meaning of this, but follows it carefully.
Biography:
Scott, once belonging to the family of both Alice and Leon, left when he was nineteen, feigning a death from a head on collision with a semi. Scott, not wanting his parents or his siblings to find out, had been afflicted with the curse of lycanthropy a month before the "accident". He, with the help of a few others who also shared the curse, staged the entire thing, leaving to suffer quietly and to also hope to find a cure for his condition. Knowing he could never return to his family, Scott cut off his losses and went about under a false name, as well as borrowing money from the mob to pay for a face reconstruction and hair color change. He became an Itallian under the name of Antonio De'Veluchi (Di-Vel-you-che).
After a certain time of not paying back the mob, Scott was given the choice of working for them, or dieing. Afraid to die, Scott readily agreed to work in the service of the mob until his debt was paid. They took him in and forced him to do some of the most menial and undermining things, stripping him of his sense of compassion and filling him with hatrid and spite. Hard work built him up and allowed him to gain a sense of respect from those who worked in the same conditions as he did.
Five years later, after finally working off his debt, Scott wanted to continue working for the mob, for reasons only know to himself. He secretly envied the power held by the mob bosses and wanted it for himself. So, working under one, Scott became a hitman, doing jobs like killing those who didn't pay back the mob. Because he had no compassion for people due to the harsh treatment he had recieved, Scott was able to fufill his missions with 100% efficiency, coming back with either the money or the head of the person who he had been assigned.
Rising through the proverbial ranks of the mob, Scott was commissioned by a different mob leader to kill the one he was working under. He was promised the position of that leader and was promised as well that he would have protection for the next ten years. Eager to become more powerful, Scott took the mission and completed it the same night it was given to him. The morning after, Scott strolled into the office of the one who had commissioned him with a bloodly burlap sack with the freshly severed head of the former mob boss. Hands were shaken and a coat was given, and suddenly the mob had a new dark face sitting at its table. Little did they know how ruthless and power hungry Scott was.
Three years after taking charge of that one sector, Scott had collected ten different holdings of other mob bosses. The remaining three bosses, all afraid for their lives, banded together in a ditch effort to rid themselves of Scott for good. Unfortunately, their men were so scared of Scott, that they ratted out the three to him. With a smile, Scott called together a meeting of the dons of the local area. The three men, thinking that one man was nothing for the three of them combined, went to the meeting with neutral faces. Guns sat cocked in their jackets as they took their chairs. But, Scott was not there. Wondering where he could be, the did not notice the silent padding of pawed feet on the wood behind them. Two of their necks were snapped by the powerful hands of a were-wolf from behind, while the other was held aloft by his neck, the vice like grip of a wolf's mouth around his throat. With building pressure, the dagger like teeth that lined Scott's mouth pierced the flesh of the last remaining don, his life blood spilling out onto the floor and down Scotts thirsty gullet. With a wrench of his neck, Scott broke the last one's neck, and threw him across the room, to lay resting in a heap against the wall. Licking his chops, Scott now stood as the owner of the cities underground.
Eight long years later, Scott left the mafia business behind him. Word of a new assassin had reached his ears, and for the last several years, he had been curious as to who this killer was. Low and behold, it was his younger brother. With a smile, Scott left to his own mansion, planning on going out to visit his brother. The training that the military had provided him was going to be useful, as the shock of seeing a ghost from the past return was a rare sight indeed.
[/size]Scott Gregory Ranton
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Sub-Race:
Werewolf
Age
35
Appearance:
Scott, unlike the rest of his ex-family, has short black hair and a neatly trimmed gottee and mustache combination. Sunglasses cover his a slate grey eye and a long jagged scar running down his left eye. Like his foster brother, Scott too has an eye that can cause nightmares to seemingly come to life in those caught in its gaze. His left eye, like Leon's, has been aptly been called the Demon's Eye. Other then the scar down his eye and part way down his cheek, Scott's skin is flawless.
Scott stands at about six foot five inches, he is slim, but well built. A well sculpted chest and strong arms are covered by a white dress shirt, and around his neck and under the collar of his shirt is a crimson red tie. Black dress pants cover his legs, black socks, and black dress-shoes clothe his lowe body, and a long black dress coat and white scarf cover his upper body. The coat is open at the front revealing his shirt and tie, as well as a belt with a gold buckle around his waist.
Atop his head sits a black fedora with a black ravens feather. A very Itallian look. His face is thin and taught, his mouth a firm frown most of the time, and his nose holds the sunglasses in place, even during extensive movement.
Scott, however, unlike his foster brother, was effected with the curse of lycanthropy. Feiging death at an early age, Scott left his family suffering with the pain and torment that came with it. After years of dealing with it, becoming stronger and more apt to cope with it, Scott slowly learned to deal with the pain and how to control the shifting into his were-wolf form.
When in his were-wolf form, Scott stands at about ten and a half feet tall, standing errect, and hunched at about eight and three fourths feet. Scott is bipedieal, walking on wolf-like paws. He is more anthro wolf looking then anything, but is much larger then most anthro wolves. His fur is a deep silver color, with white highlights around his calves, thighs, rearend, and down his tail. Across his shoulders, which have become rippled with muscle, as well as his chest and arms, not to mention his lower body, steel grey markings and highlights appear on his back, from the small of it to the base of his skull. Along his jaw, white fur lines the inside of his neck and to tuff of fur on his chest.
The only real clothes that cover Scott when he is in his were-wolf form is a pair of special shorts that expand and conform to his new body. The rest of the clothes are taken off before the transformation takes place, but on occasion, Scott has shifted while weiring the clothes, making them rip appart and bust as his body changes.
Personality:
For the many years that Scott has been away, he grew to connect with the wrong people, suffering hardships and losses that a normal human couldn't bare. Scott joined up with Itallian mafia, after doing some things that got him into trouble with them. Offering his service to them in exchange for his life, Scott grew to like the dealings with the underworld types. Slowly he climbed his way up the ladder to a seat of power, becoming a don in the inner rings of the Mafia. Taking people under his wing, Scott made friends with other mob bosses, especially those with a condition like his.
During one of his travels, Scott found a woman who was like him, a lycan. They fell for eachother, and for the first time in years, he was happy and full of life. But, shortly before he was going to propose to the woman, a group of opposing mob members came and took her away, telling him to remember his place. They ended up killing her in a fire fight between Scott's men. Enraged, Scott shifted into his were-wolf form and killed every last one of them, hunting down their boss and killing him in the dead of night. Scott claimed the holdings of that boss and lost the last shread of love he had left.
Now Scott is a deadly businessman. He "quit" from the mob scene and went on as a hired gun under a false name. He quickly became feared for his disregard of personal safty and his lack of compassion. He was hired by the military and was given extensive training in combat procedures which helped to harden his body and steel his constitution. After leaving them, Scott went back to being a merc, gathering a large sum of money.
Magic:
Like his foster brother, Scott found a way to move through space, warping from one spot to another with the use of Nul. His time with the lowlife in the mafia brought him to a mystic who shared with him the ways of manipulating the energies around him and allowed him to move rapidly through space. So long as something was in his sight range, Scott was able to move there in the blink of an eye, gaining a respected title for himself as well as a lot of fear.
Mentioned previously, Scott also has the Demon's Eye. This eye, like Leon's, was the result of accidental exposure to chemicals. On a raid of one of the bosses in a lower sector in a far off city, Scott was moving through a military warehouse where the rumored boss was getting his hardware. A few of the men who worked for that boss spotted Scott and opened fire, hitting a drum of the same chemical that effected Leon's eye. The chemical splashed onto the left side of his face, but thankfully his hat diflected the majority of the spill. The mucus glands in his eye absorbed the chemical rapidly, causing a rapid mutation in his eye. Scott gunned down the two men, but continued on with his mission.
Like his brother, Scott became able to unlock the deepest fears held by those who were caught in the gaze of his eye. Scott, however, uses the eye at will, using it to gather power for himself and to cause pain and to torture those whom he hated or disliked. He would not hold any compassion for anyone, not even his own family.
-Spells:
Warp: Scott uses the Nul that permiates the air from the decomposed dead to moved with rapid pace to different spots in sight.
Skills:
Scott has become almost inhuman with his lack of care for others. This allows him to make decisions that others would normally be in a moral battle with themselves. He has a nasty bloodlust while in his were-wolf form, and can transition to and from that form at will. The only draw backs to it is that he must follow certain conditions every time the moon is becoming full. He must change the night before, the night of, and the night after the full moon, or powerful aches and pains wrack his body. Two days after the full moon, in addition, Scott cannot change. He does not know the particular meaning of this, but follows it carefully.
Biography:
Scott, once belonging to the family of both Alice and Leon, left when he was nineteen, feigning a death from a head on collision with a semi. Scott, not wanting his parents or his siblings to find out, had been afflicted with the curse of lycanthropy a month before the "accident". He, with the help of a few others who also shared the curse, staged the entire thing, leaving to suffer quietly and to also hope to find a cure for his condition. Knowing he could never return to his family, Scott cut off his losses and went about under a false name, as well as borrowing money from the mob to pay for a face reconstruction and hair color change. He became an Itallian under the name of Antonio De'Veluchi (Di-Vel-you-che).
After a certain time of not paying back the mob, Scott was given the choice of working for them, or dieing. Afraid to die, Scott readily agreed to work in the service of the mob until his debt was paid. They took him in and forced him to do some of the most menial and undermining things, stripping him of his sense of compassion and filling him with hatrid and spite. Hard work built him up and allowed him to gain a sense of respect from those who worked in the same conditions as he did.
Five years later, after finally working off his debt, Scott wanted to continue working for the mob, for reasons only know to himself. He secretly envied the power held by the mob bosses and wanted it for himself. So, working under one, Scott became a hitman, doing jobs like killing those who didn't pay back the mob. Because he had no compassion for people due to the harsh treatment he had recieved, Scott was able to fufill his missions with 100% efficiency, coming back with either the money or the head of the person who he had been assigned.
Rising through the proverbial ranks of the mob, Scott was commissioned by a different mob leader to kill the one he was working under. He was promised the position of that leader and was promised as well that he would have protection for the next ten years. Eager to become more powerful, Scott took the mission and completed it the same night it was given to him. The morning after, Scott strolled into the office of the one who had commissioned him with a bloodly burlap sack with the freshly severed head of the former mob boss. Hands were shaken and a coat was given, and suddenly the mob had a new dark face sitting at its table. Little did they know how ruthless and power hungry Scott was.
Three years after taking charge of that one sector, Scott had collected ten different holdings of other mob bosses. The remaining three bosses, all afraid for their lives, banded together in a ditch effort to rid themselves of Scott for good. Unfortunately, their men were so scared of Scott, that they ratted out the three to him. With a smile, Scott called together a meeting of the dons of the local area. The three men, thinking that one man was nothing for the three of them combined, went to the meeting with neutral faces. Guns sat cocked in their jackets as they took their chairs. But, Scott was not there. Wondering where he could be, the did not notice the silent padding of pawed feet on the wood behind them. Two of their necks were snapped by the powerful hands of a were-wolf from behind, while the other was held aloft by his neck, the vice like grip of a wolf's mouth around his throat. With building pressure, the dagger like teeth that lined Scott's mouth pierced the flesh of the last remaining don, his life blood spilling out onto the floor and down Scotts thirsty gullet. With a wrench of his neck, Scott broke the last one's neck, and threw him across the room, to lay resting in a heap against the wall. Licking his chops, Scott now stood as the owner of the cities underground.
Eight long years later, Scott left the mafia business behind him. Word of a new assassin had reached his ears, and for the last several years, he had been curious as to who this killer was. Low and behold, it was his younger brother. With a smile, Scott left to his own mansion, planning on going out to visit his brother. The training that the military had provided him was going to be useful, as the shock of seeing a ghost from the past return was a rare sight indeed.