Post by Shay Loran on Jun 15, 2009 10:21:45 GMT -5
Character's Name; Oktavian Shadow
Name you want to be called; Still Shaylah.
Character’s Nickname(s); Okty! Or Okta-gon but you better know him very well to say that one to him. @_@ Occasionally, he drops Oktavian all together and goes by Shadow. Oktavian makes him think Greek God too much.
Race; Lycan.
Grade; 12
Age; 17
Birthday; September 13, 1991
History; Oktavian was born into an elite clan of lycans, that lived on the west coast of the United States. During his entire life, he was raised with humans, but on the outside of human world, he was was trained to be an excessive lycan. He was trained to complete murders so fast, and clean-cut, that no one would expect a thing. He was trained move quicker than the average, he was treated as lower than nothing, told to earn his rank. They played out lures before him, and the others his age, to make them try even harder for their goals. He was raised in an almost barbaric pack. Of course, it was led by none other than his own father, Sabor, who had killed his mother after she gave birth, Vivian Green. Sister, to Venetta Green. When Oktavian turned fifteen, he was top in his pack. He was moved up to a "beta" position, and protected his father from potential threats. He was the best fighter there was.
Behind the scenes, he slowly began to realize that what he was doing, was in fact, wrong. Since he was little, he had always done as he was told, never straying from the course of action he was commanded to do.. But his Cousin, Konstance, who came to visit often, carried something in her that he did not see in anyone else he knew. Happiness? No.. Just something, in the air around her. It made him want freedom.
Never feeling much attachment to his father, he left the pack and any other family he might have had there, to live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. He dropped out of highschool at fifteen, and since it was impossible to actually find him, no one really looked for him. He hadn't exactly been a good student to begin with. Once he moved in with his distant family, he found himself more at home than ever before, but did not pick up his education. Instead, he took to assasination jobs done out of town, and disappears for a couple of days on end. But when he returns, he always has the cash and he always helps Charles and Venetta out with whatever they may need. He adores them for taking him in, but that doesn't change his nature. He was bred, born, and raised to kill. It's in his blood, and it gets harder and harder to deny it every single day that passes.
Important Relationships;
Mannerisms; He's rude, smart-mouthed, and intelligent. His comebacks are always thought through, and logical. He can be very creative, and he tends to be more collected, sweet, and emotional when he is caught off guard. He has a front, the rude, smart-mouthed boy everyone sees is his front, to keep people away from him, and protect himself.
Fears/Dislikes; He doesn't like to be touched. The only person who can get away with more than a handshake is Konstance, and that was probably because she was the only one that can get through his shell most the time. He doesn't like girls in the general since, more as, preppy girls that talk to much annoy him. He doesn't like to write, but he does enjoy reading. He hates/despises/detests(with a passion), frogs. No one knows why, he just thinks they're absolutely grotesque. He hates being around people. He hates talking to people. [He's a bit pessimistic, isn't he?]
Likes; Girls, but not the ones that annoy him. Music, it's soothing. Basketball, it's a sport. Running, it's a wolf thing. Sex, it's a guy thing. Sometimes, but not often, he even enjoys hanging out with friends. If he had any.
Hobbies; Reading, Basketball, running. Sometimes he's just being a playboy.
Music; Rock, metal. Sometimes he enjoys classics, though, such as paino solos. Apocalptica, is one of his favorite bands of all time.
Appearance; He's average height, almost five foot ten. He has dark brown hair, that is usually spoked up. He's pale, but not as pale as Konstance, and he has green brown eyes that are so deep you could lose yourself in them. His body build is muscular, and he doesn't care to hide it. If he doesn't have to wear a shirt, he typically doesn't.
Personality; He's pessimistic. He looks to the negative. He doesn't really try to get along with anyone besides Konstance, and her family. He does do what he wants, on the side though. That involves bedding girls in the next town over, and doing his own private biddings. He doesn't bother with anyone in the town, because as far as anyone else knows, he doesn't exist, and it needs to stay that way. He never has been very happy-go-lucky, and it's very happy for him to see the silver lining in things. He does what he wants, most the time, and he doesn't really give a damn what any one else feels like doing, saying, or even acting towards him. If he doesn't have to talk to people, he doesn't. Not because he's shy, or frightned, because he flat out just doesn't want to. He doesn't beat around the bush, or lie, he tells you straight to your face how it is no regards of your feelings. Basically, he is who he is and tells people to get over it. Underneath it all, though, he does have compassion. He's intelligent, and sweet, but only under all the pessimism.
Sample RP intro;
He heard Konstance knocking on the door, but he didn't move. He wasn't in the mood to even get up at this point. He layed on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember the name of the girl he was laying next to. She was fast asleep, but he had to get her out of here soon. Sometimes, he hated drinking. Because the next morning, he couldn't rember a damned thing. He struggled around for her name, but came up blank. Oh well, he'd get her out of here. He stood up, hearing the Nissan Titan pulling out of the driveway. He went to get dressed, and immedietly afterwards, began redressing the sleeping woman. Wow, he must've really done something to her if she was still this knocked out. She snored lightly and rolled as he finished reclothing her. He tossed her over his shoulder, and jumped out of the window.
He landed easily on the ground, holding the girl carefully on his shoulder. He went to his Shelbi GT 500 Ford Mustang, and sat her in the passanger seat lightly. He pulled out of his driveway, and headed back towards the town he had picked her up from. He could remember that much, at least. When he got there, he tapped the girls shoulder until she woke up, and asked for directions to drop her off at her house. She complied without asking her own questions, which pleased Oktavian Shadow to no end. He hated girls who asked to many damned quesitons. If she would have, he might've just dumped her on the side of the road. He didn't have much patience, and he was easy to anger. He left the girl at the end of her driveway, and then headed home. Yes, home. Venetta and Charles had a lovely house, and it was no longer just somewhere to live, it was home to him. Now, he just had to return to his previous problem..
Why in the hell had he agreed to going back to highschool?
Celebrity Playby; Austin Drage.
Nom nom nom.
Name you want to be called; Still Shaylah.
Character’s Nickname(s); Okty! Or Okta-gon but you better know him very well to say that one to him. @_@ Occasionally, he drops Oktavian all together and goes by Shadow. Oktavian makes him think Greek God too much.
Race; Lycan.
Grade; 12
Age; 17
Birthday; September 13, 1991
History; Oktavian was born into an elite clan of lycans, that lived on the west coast of the United States. During his entire life, he was raised with humans, but on the outside of human world, he was was trained to be an excessive lycan. He was trained to complete murders so fast, and clean-cut, that no one would expect a thing. He was trained move quicker than the average, he was treated as lower than nothing, told to earn his rank. They played out lures before him, and the others his age, to make them try even harder for their goals. He was raised in an almost barbaric pack. Of course, it was led by none other than his own father, Sabor, who had killed his mother after she gave birth, Vivian Green. Sister, to Venetta Green. When Oktavian turned fifteen, he was top in his pack. He was moved up to a "beta" position, and protected his father from potential threats. He was the best fighter there was.
Behind the scenes, he slowly began to realize that what he was doing, was in fact, wrong. Since he was little, he had always done as he was told, never straying from the course of action he was commanded to do.. But his Cousin, Konstance, who came to visit often, carried something in her that he did not see in anyone else he knew. Happiness? No.. Just something, in the air around her. It made him want freedom.
Never feeling much attachment to his father, he left the pack and any other family he might have had there, to live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. He dropped out of highschool at fifteen, and since it was impossible to actually find him, no one really looked for him. He hadn't exactly been a good student to begin with. Once he moved in with his distant family, he found himself more at home than ever before, but did not pick up his education. Instead, he took to assasination jobs done out of town, and disappears for a couple of days on end. But when he returns, he always has the cash and he always helps Charles and Venetta out with whatever they may need. He adores them for taking him in, but that doesn't change his nature. He was bred, born, and raised to kill. It's in his blood, and it gets harder and harder to deny it every single day that passes.
Important Relationships;
Mannerisms; He's rude, smart-mouthed, and intelligent. His comebacks are always thought through, and logical. He can be very creative, and he tends to be more collected, sweet, and emotional when he is caught off guard. He has a front, the rude, smart-mouthed boy everyone sees is his front, to keep people away from him, and protect himself.
Fears/Dislikes; He doesn't like to be touched. The only person who can get away with more than a handshake is Konstance, and that was probably because she was the only one that can get through his shell most the time. He doesn't like girls in the general since, more as, preppy girls that talk to much annoy him. He doesn't like to write, but he does enjoy reading. He hates/despises/detests(with a passion), frogs. No one knows why, he just thinks they're absolutely grotesque. He hates being around people. He hates talking to people. [He's a bit pessimistic, isn't he?]
Likes; Girls, but not the ones that annoy him. Music, it's soothing. Basketball, it's a sport. Running, it's a wolf thing. Sex, it's a guy thing. Sometimes, but not often, he even enjoys hanging out with friends. If he had any.
Hobbies; Reading, Basketball, running. Sometimes he's just being a playboy.
Music; Rock, metal. Sometimes he enjoys classics, though, such as paino solos. Apocalptica, is one of his favorite bands of all time.
Appearance; He's average height, almost five foot ten. He has dark brown hair, that is usually spoked up. He's pale, but not as pale as Konstance, and he has green brown eyes that are so deep you could lose yourself in them. His body build is muscular, and he doesn't care to hide it. If he doesn't have to wear a shirt, he typically doesn't.
Personality; He's pessimistic. He looks to the negative. He doesn't really try to get along with anyone besides Konstance, and her family. He does do what he wants, on the side though. That involves bedding girls in the next town over, and doing his own private biddings. He doesn't bother with anyone in the town, because as far as anyone else knows, he doesn't exist, and it needs to stay that way. He never has been very happy-go-lucky, and it's very happy for him to see the silver lining in things. He does what he wants, most the time, and he doesn't really give a damn what any one else feels like doing, saying, or even acting towards him. If he doesn't have to talk to people, he doesn't. Not because he's shy, or frightned, because he flat out just doesn't want to. He doesn't beat around the bush, or lie, he tells you straight to your face how it is no regards of your feelings. Basically, he is who he is and tells people to get over it. Underneath it all, though, he does have compassion. He's intelligent, and sweet, but only under all the pessimism.
Sample RP intro;
He heard Konstance knocking on the door, but he didn't move. He wasn't in the mood to even get up at this point. He layed on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember the name of the girl he was laying next to. She was fast asleep, but he had to get her out of here soon. Sometimes, he hated drinking. Because the next morning, he couldn't rember a damned thing. He struggled around for her name, but came up blank. Oh well, he'd get her out of here. He stood up, hearing the Nissan Titan pulling out of the driveway. He went to get dressed, and immedietly afterwards, began redressing the sleeping woman. Wow, he must've really done something to her if she was still this knocked out. She snored lightly and rolled as he finished reclothing her. He tossed her over his shoulder, and jumped out of the window.
He landed easily on the ground, holding the girl carefully on his shoulder. He went to his Shelbi GT 500 Ford Mustang, and sat her in the passanger seat lightly. He pulled out of his driveway, and headed back towards the town he had picked her up from. He could remember that much, at least. When he got there, he tapped the girls shoulder until she woke up, and asked for directions to drop her off at her house. She complied without asking her own questions, which pleased Oktavian Shadow to no end. He hated girls who asked to many damned quesitons. If she would have, he might've just dumped her on the side of the road. He didn't have much patience, and he was easy to anger. He left the girl at the end of her driveway, and then headed home. Yes, home. Venetta and Charles had a lovely house, and it was no longer just somewhere to live, it was home to him. Now, he just had to return to his previous problem..
Why in the hell had he agreed to going back to highschool?
Celebrity Playby; Austin Drage.
Nom nom nom.
