Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 14, 2009 1:17:58 GMT -5
Character's Name; Franklin Kelevra
Name you want to be called; Almighty Joolia, bringer of d00m
Character’s Nickname(s); Frank
Race; Lycan
Grade; Dropped out for his pack like a good little second
Age; 19
Birthday; July 1
History; Born to the second of Cassandra’s father and a pureblood mother with a drinking problem, Frank was raised as his father’s replacement. His father, Derek, was a strict man whose duties left him little time for his only son. He spent a great deal of his youth tagging along at the council meetings and has an intimate knowledge of the inner workings of the Lycan governing body.
Important Relationships; Select members of the pack (it isn’t nearly as elite as he thinks it should be), mostly Cassie, whom he sees as a little sister of sorts.
Mannerisms; Frank likes to snarl frequently because it scares the newbies.
Fears/Dislikes; His greatest fear is and always has been that he’ll fail at what he was born and bred to do- protect Cassandra. Being alone is a close second. He greatly dislikes halfsies and humans but hates werewolves even more. He also harbors a strong distaste for self-proclaimed ‘lone-wolves’.
Likes; bothering Xander, mostly. Carrie and Rose are among his favorite playthings, as well.
Hobbies; Also bothering Xander, mostly.
Music; Usually anything punk, though he’s not overly picky
Appearance; Lanky and leanly muscled, bleached hair, and a grin that’s easily confused with a snarl
Personality; He’s kind of a douche bag. Frank’s goal in life seems to be to piss off as many people as possible while keeping an eye on his beloved alpha
Sample RP intro; This is what he lived for, the crowds, the cheering, the blood, Cass patching him up afterwards. The ‘dog fights’, as they’d been coined, weren’t just for amusement. Oh, they were plenty amusing, but they were also just as good as the races for pulling in the cash, and, more importantly, as a relief from pack tensions.
Frank grinned at Jack across the ring, cracking his knuckles. What the half blood lacked in strength, he made up for in tenacity and that’s why Frank had singled him out for the first fight of the evening.
“C’mon, Jennifer, don’t back out on me now.” He jeered, getting a forced smile and a curled lip from Jack in response. Jack threw off his jacket and the race was on to get the restrictive clothing off and Change.
Celebrity Playby;
james marsters
Name you want to be called; Almighty Joolia, bringer of d00m
Character’s Nickname(s); Frank
Race; Lycan
Grade; Dropped out for his pack like a good little second
Age; 19
Birthday; July 1
History; Born to the second of Cassandra’s father and a pureblood mother with a drinking problem, Frank was raised as his father’s replacement. His father, Derek, was a strict man whose duties left him little time for his only son. He spent a great deal of his youth tagging along at the council meetings and has an intimate knowledge of the inner workings of the Lycan governing body.
Important Relationships; Select members of the pack (it isn’t nearly as elite as he thinks it should be), mostly Cassie, whom he sees as a little sister of sorts.
Mannerisms; Frank likes to snarl frequently because it scares the newbies.
Fears/Dislikes; His greatest fear is and always has been that he’ll fail at what he was born and bred to do- protect Cassandra. Being alone is a close second. He greatly dislikes halfsies and humans but hates werewolves even more. He also harbors a strong distaste for self-proclaimed ‘lone-wolves’.
Likes; bothering Xander, mostly. Carrie and Rose are among his favorite playthings, as well.
Hobbies; Also bothering Xander, mostly.
Music; Usually anything punk, though he’s not overly picky
Appearance; Lanky and leanly muscled, bleached hair, and a grin that’s easily confused with a snarl
Personality; He’s kind of a douche bag. Frank’s goal in life seems to be to piss off as many people as possible while keeping an eye on his beloved alpha
Sample RP intro; This is what he lived for, the crowds, the cheering, the blood, Cass patching him up afterwards. The ‘dog fights’, as they’d been coined, weren’t just for amusement. Oh, they were plenty amusing, but they were also just as good as the races for pulling in the cash, and, more importantly, as a relief from pack tensions.
Frank grinned at Jack across the ring, cracking his knuckles. What the half blood lacked in strength, he made up for in tenacity and that’s why Frank had singled him out for the first fight of the evening.
“C’mon, Jennifer, don’t back out on me now.” He jeered, getting a forced smile and a curled lip from Jack in response. Jack threw off his jacket and the race was on to get the restrictive clothing off and Change.
Celebrity Playby;
james marsters
