Post by cptkickercutleg on Dec 21, 2011 4:43:40 GMT -6
Name: Cercius
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sub-Race: Werewolf
Type: Vulfen (Further explanation below.)
Age: 27
Appearance:
Cercius stands about 6'6" tall, black curly hair spread over his head which reaches down to the bottom of his neck. His body is lean and muscled, from both tending a farm, and from traveling a long way on foot. His young face has the makings of a beard, but he makes an attempt to keep his chin clear of bristles.
He has a large cross shaped scar in the middle of his forehead , spreading from the top of his nose to his scalp and an inch above each eyebrow.
His eyes are a gentle mossy green in human form, and are more vibrant in his wolf and werewolf forms respectively.
In Liiru, or wolf form, he is large, black as night, and only his eyes reflect the dim light in which he prefers to travel in.
Wolf Form:
(( Note: I could not track down the original creator of the image as it has been re-hosted on so many sites, but the image suits the character, so here it is. ))
Personality and habits:
Cercius is a warrior, his body has been strengthened not only by physical labour and hardships, but his nature as a werewolf has enhanced his strength above and beyond normal human limits, and he knows it. While he may be egotistical and sometimes downright overambitious, in serious situations, he knows his strengths and weaknesses, even if he doesn't know how to gauge how to use them.
Being part wolf, he has many tendencies that most humans do not, most of which, the keen of eye would detect after seeing him for just a short while.
He walks on his toes, as if he didn't have heels. This means that, although his balance is often superior on the move, he is less balanced while standing still.
He worries his food. As if pulling raw meat from an animal, he'll often pull at a chunk of meat while grinding his teeth over it, much like a wolf.
His fighting techniques while in human form usually consists of open handed palm-strikes, which are extremely powerful attacks when used on joints and vital areas of the chest, as they cause a large impact over a larger area. However, when he panics, he often resorts to biting, kicking, and even attempts at clawing fruitlessly with his long nails, which, although more dense than normal, are still not claws, and are likely to break or bend if they do dig into flesh or fur.
Skills:
Cercius is a skilled orator, and speaks several languages, including English, French, some German, some Italian, some Japanese, a few words of Russian, and a little bit of Swedish. However, he was born by a Werewolf father, and has been taught the language of his family, who have spread over a large region to the far west of Shinkou Ookami, the language of Vulftung.
His other skills include playing the Recorder and Ocarina, both of which he constantly carries with him, in his Liiru (wolf) form, he is a skilled hunter, picking up tiny hints of trails, visual and otherwise. However, his Gouru form, being a direct mix between wolf and man, leaves him ungainly, even if he is ungodly strong, easily able to punch through rock and mortar, but slow, difficult to co-ordinate as he balances the two forms at once, after about 10 minutes in this form, he finally reaches the apex of balance, and can control it with ease, becoming faster and stronger than a human, if less aware than a wolf.
Biography:
I am Vulfen, son of Larka, but you probably don't really know what that means, so I guess I should explain really:
I am a werewolf who can control my form, we're not all that rare where I come from, we disguise ourselves as normal villagers, keeping away large predators like bears and wild cats, things like that, we can use three main forms, our human, or Man form, that's not difficult to remember, then there is the Liiru form, or wolf form, harder to remember? Just you wait, the third form is the Gouru, or the traditional werewolf form.
There are werewolves who can't control their changes, and they can only manage their natural form and their Gouru form, and when changed, they'll be an uncontrollable beast, and we call them Varg, sons of Wolfbane.
Now, I grew up on a farm, tending fields and livestock both. I take my grand-father's name, and our family followed his creed, to protect the forest from humans, and about two years ago, it all went wrong, we revealed ourselves in front of the whole village, changing in public to defend them against a Varg who we had missed. Now, as you can expect, we weren't held up and praised for our protection, far from it, we were called monsters, driven out and our farm burnt down, livestock and all, now, there was a drought at this point, and not many crops were growing, but our farm was the largest and best tended of the lot, I'm not sure how they'll survive without us if I'm honest.
Anyway, we were driven into the forest, where we lived off of her provision, telling our friends, the Otonami pack what had happened, but they were fewer than in earlier years, many had left in search of new land, not so parched, and I'll admit, if not for Bran, my best friend, I'd have left too.
The problem now though, was that there was nobody to temper the humans' greed, and they began to cut down the forest, tree by tree by tree, before my brother, whom I shan't name, killed a woodcutter in cold blood. He was exiled from the pack and sent away, but he merely continued to kill in the name of the forest. Now, as you can imagine, he was terrifying to the humans, so they retaliated.
They burnt down the whole forest.
It was at that point, we ran, Bran and I.
We ran and we ran and we ran, until we could run no longer.
And yet, where did we end up, but a camp of humans. I was in human form, and I collapsed on the spot, panting and unable to breath, the humans thought I was running from Bran, and killed him...
I can't really remember much for a while after that, but I decided to walk east, see what I can discover, if there are others like me somewhere else, if there are wolves like Bran somewhere else...
I don't know, but this seems a good enough place to stay as any, the air is fresh, the humans are not so aggressive as fearful, superstitious, tales of giant dragon-wolves are a staple children's story, and wolves with wings are a fairytale which continues to captivate me day after day.
Yeah, this seems a nice enough spot to rest before continuing on, someday.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sub-Race: Werewolf
Type: Vulfen (Further explanation below.)
Age: 27
Appearance:
Cercius stands about 6'6" tall, black curly hair spread over his head which reaches down to the bottom of his neck. His body is lean and muscled, from both tending a farm, and from traveling a long way on foot. His young face has the makings of a beard, but he makes an attempt to keep his chin clear of bristles.
He has a large cross shaped scar in the middle of his forehead , spreading from the top of his nose to his scalp and an inch above each eyebrow.
His eyes are a gentle mossy green in human form, and are more vibrant in his wolf and werewolf forms respectively.
In Liiru, or wolf form, he is large, black as night, and only his eyes reflect the dim light in which he prefers to travel in.
Wolf Form:
(( Note: I could not track down the original creator of the image as it has been re-hosted on so many sites, but the image suits the character, so here it is. ))
Personality and habits:
Cercius is a warrior, his body has been strengthened not only by physical labour and hardships, but his nature as a werewolf has enhanced his strength above and beyond normal human limits, and he knows it. While he may be egotistical and sometimes downright overambitious, in serious situations, he knows his strengths and weaknesses, even if he doesn't know how to gauge how to use them.
Being part wolf, he has many tendencies that most humans do not, most of which, the keen of eye would detect after seeing him for just a short while.
He walks on his toes, as if he didn't have heels. This means that, although his balance is often superior on the move, he is less balanced while standing still.
He worries his food. As if pulling raw meat from an animal, he'll often pull at a chunk of meat while grinding his teeth over it, much like a wolf.
His fighting techniques while in human form usually consists of open handed palm-strikes, which are extremely powerful attacks when used on joints and vital areas of the chest, as they cause a large impact over a larger area. However, when he panics, he often resorts to biting, kicking, and even attempts at clawing fruitlessly with his long nails, which, although more dense than normal, are still not claws, and are likely to break or bend if they do dig into flesh or fur.
Skills:
Cercius is a skilled orator, and speaks several languages, including English, French, some German, some Italian, some Japanese, a few words of Russian, and a little bit of Swedish. However, he was born by a Werewolf father, and has been taught the language of his family, who have spread over a large region to the far west of Shinkou Ookami, the language of Vulftung.
His other skills include playing the Recorder and Ocarina, both of which he constantly carries with him, in his Liiru (wolf) form, he is a skilled hunter, picking up tiny hints of trails, visual and otherwise. However, his Gouru form, being a direct mix between wolf and man, leaves him ungainly, even if he is ungodly strong, easily able to punch through rock and mortar, but slow, difficult to co-ordinate as he balances the two forms at once, after about 10 minutes in this form, he finally reaches the apex of balance, and can control it with ease, becoming faster and stronger than a human, if less aware than a wolf.
Biography:
I am Vulfen, son of Larka, but you probably don't really know what that means, so I guess I should explain really:
I am a werewolf who can control my form, we're not all that rare where I come from, we disguise ourselves as normal villagers, keeping away large predators like bears and wild cats, things like that, we can use three main forms, our human, or Man form, that's not difficult to remember, then there is the Liiru form, or wolf form, harder to remember? Just you wait, the third form is the Gouru, or the traditional werewolf form.
There are werewolves who can't control their changes, and they can only manage their natural form and their Gouru form, and when changed, they'll be an uncontrollable beast, and we call them Varg, sons of Wolfbane.
Now, I grew up on a farm, tending fields and livestock both. I take my grand-father's name, and our family followed his creed, to protect the forest from humans, and about two years ago, it all went wrong, we revealed ourselves in front of the whole village, changing in public to defend them against a Varg who we had missed. Now, as you can expect, we weren't held up and praised for our protection, far from it, we were called monsters, driven out and our farm burnt down, livestock and all, now, there was a drought at this point, and not many crops were growing, but our farm was the largest and best tended of the lot, I'm not sure how they'll survive without us if I'm honest.
Anyway, we were driven into the forest, where we lived off of her provision, telling our friends, the Otonami pack what had happened, but they were fewer than in earlier years, many had left in search of new land, not so parched, and I'll admit, if not for Bran, my best friend, I'd have left too.
The problem now though, was that there was nobody to temper the humans' greed, and they began to cut down the forest, tree by tree by tree, before my brother, whom I shan't name, killed a woodcutter in cold blood. He was exiled from the pack and sent away, but he merely continued to kill in the name of the forest. Now, as you can imagine, he was terrifying to the humans, so they retaliated.
They burnt down the whole forest.
It was at that point, we ran, Bran and I.
We ran and we ran and we ran, until we could run no longer.
And yet, where did we end up, but a camp of humans. I was in human form, and I collapsed on the spot, panting and unable to breath, the humans thought I was running from Bran, and killed him...
I can't really remember much for a while after that, but I decided to walk east, see what I can discover, if there are others like me somewhere else, if there are wolves like Bran somewhere else...
I don't know, but this seems a good enough place to stay as any, the air is fresh, the humans are not so aggressive as fearful, superstitious, tales of giant dragon-wolves are a staple children's story, and wolves with wings are a fairytale which continues to captivate me day after day.
Yeah, this seems a nice enough spot to rest before continuing on, someday.