Post by Loki on Apr 17, 2008 16:19:45 GMT -5
Character's Name; Loki Smith.
Character’s Nickname(s); None. He thinks they are pointless. Loki was originally a nickname but without a real name it stuck, people told him he needed a second name.. so he picked one, a common one.
Race; Werewolf. (true and true. Older and bigger than you think, changes at will, abilities merge between forms.)
Age; late 20's early 30's doesn't really know.
Birthday; Celebrates it at Christmas and New Year as it seems as good enough as any. Free drinks are free drinks.
History; Woke up one morning with the sun in his eyes and to the sound of nothing, exactly 2 years 7 months and 5 days ago. Nothing was heard because nothing was there. He was at least 90 miles from the nearest inhabited area and stuck in the middle of the Nevada desert about 220 miles south east of Las Vegas. He stood up brushed himself off, decided on a direction and stuck to it.
Where a human would most likely of died, he continued, without showing the strain and without a noise he reached a small sandy town by dusk. Collapsing to his knees, he was helped up by a passer by and with some water and rest... he continued...
He has no memory before laying on his back in the sand on that sunny morning framed by a crisp blue sky. In his mind there is no real need to know more, it's not a bad memory and with a bit of digging he knows no one is looking for him, or at least, not anymore.
So he just keeps on living, a wonderer, a lone wolf, getting by on his cheek or 'people skills' as he likes to call it.
Just like he knew how to read and write, he new what he was, a werewolf. He even figured out that he new a few languages while on his travels. A surprise to him as much as the people around him.
Important Relationships; None, he keeps himself to himself and does not hold any long ties with anyone. Constantly on the move.
He's gathered contacts in positions of influence both on the right and wrong side of the law. All owe him favors one way or another but like to do things himself if he can.
Mannerisms/Personality; Calm, instinctive, impulsive but honest. Trusting but a good reader of people. Quiet and speaks really only when needed.
Mischievous when he's in a position he can afford be and his humour takes some patience. A smooth operator, able to manipulate and talk his way out of most things, usually however its something he's talked is way into in the first place.
Independent and friendly, a quick thinker.
Fears/Dislikes; People who talk too much, people who talk too load, he does not mind ignorance and is patient but hates arrogance or the closed minded. He hates when people get things they don't deserve or get away things they shouldn't. Although to him, crime falls into a grey area on that one, he mixes with those who do it... and occasionally gets involved although usually by accident or when the money is right..
He's honest enough to compensate the innocent if they get involved - an occasional criminal with morality would best describe it.
Likes; Silence, Women, humour, wide open spaces and fresh air with a dash free booze.
Hobbies; Switching to wolf form at night and just running as fast as he can for as long as he can, just to see how far away he can get, especially when he's in the middle of something he's not very interested in.
Music; Again, he sees as pointless and most music irritates his ears.
Appearance; Roughly spiked hair, slim/well built but deceptively strong, a constant five o'clock shadow,prominentt canines only noticable when he smiles. Iris is a strong red colour, doctors call it a genetic defect, he says it looks cool and calls them a genetic defects.
He often has a hood up, it gives him the ability to check out his surroundings without drawing people in to conversations he doesn't want to have. He has manners though and puts it down in company or indoors. He's got heightened senses so the effect of a hood on his peripheral vision doesn't bother him too much.
Sample RP intro;
Loki walked in to town, head down, hood up. He'd just finished a job and was pretty tired, there was an ATM at the small town bank up ahead, it was around 2am and he needed somewhere crash for night... he needed some money.
He pulled out his card, Mr Smith. That always made him smile, the sound of denial from the machine made him shut his eyes and sigh, the tiredness was getting to him. Luckily the bank was still open...
He walked in, a young women sat alone in the extremely clean lobby reading a magazine, she was pretty.. always a plus. He flashed her a smile as the electric buzz indicated his entrance, she raised her head, her eyes widened, obviously it really was a small town...
"Umm, your ATMs' not working and I need to get some cash..." Southern accent.
She sighed, "Yeah, I know, that's why I'm here.. the guy doesn't come until tomorrow morning.." She looks at the clock behind him, "Well this morning actually..."
She laughs.
...
The next morning he left her asleep in the motel, he didn't need any breakfast it was nearly midday anyway, he had to hit the road if he was gonna reach Cold Creek by sundown.
Notes: Yeah i know the no memory thing is a little cliche but its a valid plot device for the character and I've used it the best i could. Any constructive criticism welcome but be kind, i'm new to this, oh and an added note; he's natively got an english accent but with all his traveling he regually (and did in this example) mimic accents to suit the persona/alias he's using, usually a local.
Character’s Nickname(s); None. He thinks they are pointless. Loki was originally a nickname but without a real name it stuck, people told him he needed a second name.. so he picked one, a common one.
Race; Werewolf. (true and true. Older and bigger than you think, changes at will, abilities merge between forms.)
Age; late 20's early 30's doesn't really know.
Birthday; Celebrates it at Christmas and New Year as it seems as good enough as any. Free drinks are free drinks.
History; Woke up one morning with the sun in his eyes and to the sound of nothing, exactly 2 years 7 months and 5 days ago. Nothing was heard because nothing was there. He was at least 90 miles from the nearest inhabited area and stuck in the middle of the Nevada desert about 220 miles south east of Las Vegas. He stood up brushed himself off, decided on a direction and stuck to it.
Where a human would most likely of died, he continued, without showing the strain and without a noise he reached a small sandy town by dusk. Collapsing to his knees, he was helped up by a passer by and with some water and rest... he continued...
He has no memory before laying on his back in the sand on that sunny morning framed by a crisp blue sky. In his mind there is no real need to know more, it's not a bad memory and with a bit of digging he knows no one is looking for him, or at least, not anymore.
So he just keeps on living, a wonderer, a lone wolf, getting by on his cheek or 'people skills' as he likes to call it.
Just like he knew how to read and write, he new what he was, a werewolf. He even figured out that he new a few languages while on his travels. A surprise to him as much as the people around him.
Important Relationships; None, he keeps himself to himself and does not hold any long ties with anyone. Constantly on the move.
He's gathered contacts in positions of influence both on the right and wrong side of the law. All owe him favors one way or another but like to do things himself if he can.
Mannerisms/Personality; Calm, instinctive, impulsive but honest. Trusting but a good reader of people. Quiet and speaks really only when needed.
Mischievous when he's in a position he can afford be and his humour takes some patience. A smooth operator, able to manipulate and talk his way out of most things, usually however its something he's talked is way into in the first place.
Independent and friendly, a quick thinker.
Fears/Dislikes; People who talk too much, people who talk too load, he does not mind ignorance and is patient but hates arrogance or the closed minded. He hates when people get things they don't deserve or get away things they shouldn't. Although to him, crime falls into a grey area on that one, he mixes with those who do it... and occasionally gets involved although usually by accident or when the money is right..
He's honest enough to compensate the innocent if they get involved - an occasional criminal with morality would best describe it.
Likes; Silence, Women, humour, wide open spaces and fresh air with a dash free booze.
Hobbies; Switching to wolf form at night and just running as fast as he can for as long as he can, just to see how far away he can get, especially when he's in the middle of something he's not very interested in.
Music; Again, he sees as pointless and most music irritates his ears.
Appearance; Roughly spiked hair, slim/well built but deceptively strong, a constant five o'clock shadow,prominentt canines only noticable when he smiles. Iris is a strong red colour, doctors call it a genetic defect, he says it looks cool and calls them a genetic defects.
He often has a hood up, it gives him the ability to check out his surroundings without drawing people in to conversations he doesn't want to have. He has manners though and puts it down in company or indoors. He's got heightened senses so the effect of a hood on his peripheral vision doesn't bother him too much.
Sample RP intro;
Loki walked in to town, head down, hood up. He'd just finished a job and was pretty tired, there was an ATM at the small town bank up ahead, it was around 2am and he needed somewhere crash for night... he needed some money.
He pulled out his card, Mr Smith. That always made him smile, the sound of denial from the machine made him shut his eyes and sigh, the tiredness was getting to him. Luckily the bank was still open...
He walked in, a young women sat alone in the extremely clean lobby reading a magazine, she was pretty.. always a plus. He flashed her a smile as the electric buzz indicated his entrance, she raised her head, her eyes widened, obviously it really was a small town...
"Umm, your ATMs' not working and I need to get some cash..." Southern accent.
She sighed, "Yeah, I know, that's why I'm here.. the guy doesn't come until tomorrow morning.." She looks at the clock behind him, "Well this morning actually..."
She laughs.
...
The next morning he left her asleep in the motel, he didn't need any breakfast it was nearly midday anyway, he had to hit the road if he was gonna reach Cold Creek by sundown.
Notes: Yeah i know the no memory thing is a little cliche but its a valid plot device for the character and I've used it the best i could. Any constructive criticism welcome but be kind, i'm new to this, oh and an added note; he's natively got an english accent but with all his traveling he regually (and did in this example) mimic accents to suit the persona/alias he's using, usually a local.
