Post by Max on Mar 12, 2008 22:34:16 GMT -5
Name: Maximus Ulric Fenris (Call him Max or die)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Grade: Intersted in teaching, not sure what to teach
Appearance: He stands at around 6' 5'' with bronze tanned skin. His hair is black and worn messy with some of the bangs hanging in his face with the rest short. His eyes are a golden brown but always hold a feral gleam in them. His face is always too serious and left almost always in a perma- scowl unless he’s smirking or remembering another time when his sister was still alive when is basically the only time he really smiles. On the base of his neck, he has a long scar that stretches from the top of his collar bone, over his shoulder and to the bottom of his shoulder blade on his back. This isn’t the only scar he has but is the most visible and the one that stands out the most. He wears a black leather jacket with a white fluffy collar no matter what the weather is like and is never seen without it. The collar on his jacket hides his scar and so do most of his shirts. Usually the rest of the clothes he wears are ripped and baggy. Most his shirts are black but he likes red or orange tees as well along with his usual jeans. As for shoes he wears combat boots.
Personality: Temperamental and aggressive at times, with his semi- erratic attitude around people it’s hard to predict his moods. They can also vary to extremes where he can be open and caring. His cautious nature prevents this other side from being dominant or commonly seen. His childhood also left him distant and untrusting. He has a sarcastic nature sometimes from a normal point of view but his reality is just a tad warped. Capable of being a real jerk he enjoys a wall between himself and others. He’s also on edge a majority of the time, constantly aware of his surroundings.
Picture:
His jacket is supposed to be black so use your imagination to change the color and add fluff on the collar.
Bio: As a child he was abused by his father. He was a controlling alcoholic and was hell-bent on making sure his son was going to grow up to be fit to be the head of their family. Their entire family was a group of notorious mobsters. The reality being that they were a group of modern day Lycans living alongside humans. In an attempt to make him stronger physically and mentally he was tutored and trained to make sure he’d be the ultimate weapon leading their “pack” in a way.
They kept him locked in a basement a majority of his life, chained to a wall only letting him go when he was needed to pull off a job or for training. His father also instilled beatings upon him to make him emotionally stronger and give him a higher tolerance to pain. Or whenever he was bored or upset he’d also take it out on Max; he was his personal punching bag. He was also used as a genetic experiment at times, injected with different types of DNA also to try and make him more efficient.
At one point Max had a younger sister who he would try and shield from his sadistic father’s anger. Max loved her dearly but their father wasn’t aware that they had any knowledge of each other. Though they lived in the same estate the land was large enough to the point they would have normally never met on coincidence alone. One day his father killed her and made Max watch as he did it. Max was restrained and unable to do anything to stop them.
Finally, he snapped and killed his father, some of the DNA taking to him and being quite effective in the end. Before he left the estate he massacred everyone on it- family and innocents alike. The experience left him very unstable and left him bipolar.
After Max found and slaughter the rest of his family members he was sought out by his family’s customers. They’d heard of what he’d done and were impressed, interested in his work as an assassin. He initially just blew them off and continued his way of life. Though he gained his family’s fortune he lived on the street, thriving on the rough environment. Being beaten and screwed with mentally, Max craved the violence and pain of it all. He also refused to use the money because he found it filthy and unclean since it belonged to his father and wanted nothing to do with him. So, he left it alone, also denying the lavish, pampered life style his family’s fortune could bring. Finally, tempted by his bloodlust that could no longer be satisfied by too easily killed street brawlers and armed thugs, he was convinced to take the offer and work as an assassin for his family’s employers. Despite getting his own cash from it he still lived on the streets. He still liked the environment and danger of it and enjoyed being alone.
He met up with a vampire in his late teens and they traveled together for a few years, as he learned how to fight and to fully utilize his DNA to it’s fullest. He also learned different killing techniques and how to strategize, thinking on his feet. The prior knowledge that he had from being tutored was already above the norm but still continued to grow as he was mentally challenged and enjoyed it. After a while they parted and Max was left with an unbelievably high IQ and a new way to view the world.
His manic cravings soon became stronger with his bloodlust but his self control kept him from killing just anywhere. Now he wanted more substance to his killings. Not wanting his productivity to be put to waste he tried to find a greater purpose. He heard about Psycho School and became very interested in it. Perhaps his abilities and talents could be put to use and he could shape new minds in a similar to the fashion he’d been shaped himself.
Other: Ok there is a difference between Lycans and werewolves. Werewolves are born in their humanoid wolf forms and can’t change back and forth. Lycans can change between their wolf forms and human forms and contrary to popular belief they don’t have to wait until the full moon…that’s a stupid human myth. They can shift whenever they like, most are prone to shift while feeling strong emotions; Hatred, bloodlust, regular lust, etc. Lycans are also different from werewolves in the fact that they have more control since they’re closer to humans in comparison. His younger sister’s name was Catalina Jacklyn Fenris, Cat for short. Born on March 17th and killed at the age of ten. Max also carries around a sword. It was given to him by the vampire he learned from and it’s as important to him as the jacket he wears which was given to him by his younger sister. Also, he DNA that he was injected with was vampire and now he is in a way, half vampire. He has their need for blood, their speed, and their strength combined with his own Lycan strength.
Roleplay sample:
Max blocked the sun from his eyes with his arm thrown over them. He’d fallen asleep under a tree and the Sun was rising, waking him.
“It’s to damn early, I just fell asleep. I’m about this close to just shooting the damn Sun. That’ll give me some more time for shut eye. ”
He yawned and sat up stretching, hearing his back pop and crack like usual. “Then again, plunging the Earth into a second ice age while I’m still on it may not me such a good idea. Maybe I’ll build a rocket first and get off this rock.” He yawned again and stood up. “….Then again… There’d be no one for me to massacre… Okay in that case full blown planet annihilation is out.” He chuckled at the realization he thrived on blood so much.
He headed back to the academy since he’d fallen asleep outside under one of the many trees on the lawn. He wasn’t very worried about the other students or teachers. If they decided to disturb him sleeping he could easily use them as a snack. Once he thought about it he was slightly thirsty. He spied someone not too far in the distance and silently stalked toward them. Before they knew what was before them, their neck had been stretched backwards to expose the vein and Max sank his fangs in, drinking deeply. The person once drank dry was left on the lawn. He was about to walk away from the body where he’d left it, the person hadn’t even had time to scream, but a badge that read in bold letters, STAFF, caught his attention. “Well, at least they’ll have a position open now.” With a slight smirk, Max continued on his way, licking some of the blood from his lips.
Edit: Abilities/Powers (What have you, etc.)
Shifting- Max can take the form of a bipedal, anthromorphic wolf at will and the urge to shift can also be called upon by certain strong emotions such as blood lust, rage, sorrow, lust and hunger.
Enhanced Hearing/Smell/Night vision: Because Max is a lycan, he has very sensitive hearing in both his human form and lycan form. His sense of smell is also very keen. At night his vision is just as sharp as it is in the day time.
Super strength: His muscles can exert more power than normal to the point of "super human" levels. He is able to lift very large objects or throw punches that can easily bust through metal walls. His leg muscles can help carry him to extreme speeds as well. This also allows him push his endurance longer because of how his body stores energy but he can't maintain his maximum output of energy for prolonged periods of time.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Grade: Intersted in teaching, not sure what to teach
Appearance: He stands at around 6' 5'' with bronze tanned skin. His hair is black and worn messy with some of the bangs hanging in his face with the rest short. His eyes are a golden brown but always hold a feral gleam in them. His face is always too serious and left almost always in a perma- scowl unless he’s smirking or remembering another time when his sister was still alive when is basically the only time he really smiles. On the base of his neck, he has a long scar that stretches from the top of his collar bone, over his shoulder and to the bottom of his shoulder blade on his back. This isn’t the only scar he has but is the most visible and the one that stands out the most. He wears a black leather jacket with a white fluffy collar no matter what the weather is like and is never seen without it. The collar on his jacket hides his scar and so do most of his shirts. Usually the rest of the clothes he wears are ripped and baggy. Most his shirts are black but he likes red or orange tees as well along with his usual jeans. As for shoes he wears combat boots.
Personality: Temperamental and aggressive at times, with his semi- erratic attitude around people it’s hard to predict his moods. They can also vary to extremes where he can be open and caring. His cautious nature prevents this other side from being dominant or commonly seen. His childhood also left him distant and untrusting. He has a sarcastic nature sometimes from a normal point of view but his reality is just a tad warped. Capable of being a real jerk he enjoys a wall between himself and others. He’s also on edge a majority of the time, constantly aware of his surroundings.
Picture:
His jacket is supposed to be black so use your imagination to change the color and add fluff on the collar.
Bio: As a child he was abused by his father. He was a controlling alcoholic and was hell-bent on making sure his son was going to grow up to be fit to be the head of their family. Their entire family was a group of notorious mobsters. The reality being that they were a group of modern day Lycans living alongside humans. In an attempt to make him stronger physically and mentally he was tutored and trained to make sure he’d be the ultimate weapon leading their “pack” in a way.
They kept him locked in a basement a majority of his life, chained to a wall only letting him go when he was needed to pull off a job or for training. His father also instilled beatings upon him to make him emotionally stronger and give him a higher tolerance to pain. Or whenever he was bored or upset he’d also take it out on Max; he was his personal punching bag. He was also used as a genetic experiment at times, injected with different types of DNA also to try and make him more efficient.
At one point Max had a younger sister who he would try and shield from his sadistic father’s anger. Max loved her dearly but their father wasn’t aware that they had any knowledge of each other. Though they lived in the same estate the land was large enough to the point they would have normally never met on coincidence alone. One day his father killed her and made Max watch as he did it. Max was restrained and unable to do anything to stop them.
Finally, he snapped and killed his father, some of the DNA taking to him and being quite effective in the end. Before he left the estate he massacred everyone on it- family and innocents alike. The experience left him very unstable and left him bipolar.
After Max found and slaughter the rest of his family members he was sought out by his family’s customers. They’d heard of what he’d done and were impressed, interested in his work as an assassin. He initially just blew them off and continued his way of life. Though he gained his family’s fortune he lived on the street, thriving on the rough environment. Being beaten and screwed with mentally, Max craved the violence and pain of it all. He also refused to use the money because he found it filthy and unclean since it belonged to his father and wanted nothing to do with him. So, he left it alone, also denying the lavish, pampered life style his family’s fortune could bring. Finally, tempted by his bloodlust that could no longer be satisfied by too easily killed street brawlers and armed thugs, he was convinced to take the offer and work as an assassin for his family’s employers. Despite getting his own cash from it he still lived on the streets. He still liked the environment and danger of it and enjoyed being alone.
He met up with a vampire in his late teens and they traveled together for a few years, as he learned how to fight and to fully utilize his DNA to it’s fullest. He also learned different killing techniques and how to strategize, thinking on his feet. The prior knowledge that he had from being tutored was already above the norm but still continued to grow as he was mentally challenged and enjoyed it. After a while they parted and Max was left with an unbelievably high IQ and a new way to view the world.
His manic cravings soon became stronger with his bloodlust but his self control kept him from killing just anywhere. Now he wanted more substance to his killings. Not wanting his productivity to be put to waste he tried to find a greater purpose. He heard about Psycho School and became very interested in it. Perhaps his abilities and talents could be put to use and he could shape new minds in a similar to the fashion he’d been shaped himself.
Other: Ok there is a difference between Lycans and werewolves. Werewolves are born in their humanoid wolf forms and can’t change back and forth. Lycans can change between their wolf forms and human forms and contrary to popular belief they don’t have to wait until the full moon…that’s a stupid human myth. They can shift whenever they like, most are prone to shift while feeling strong emotions; Hatred, bloodlust, regular lust, etc. Lycans are also different from werewolves in the fact that they have more control since they’re closer to humans in comparison. His younger sister’s name was Catalina Jacklyn Fenris, Cat for short. Born on March 17th and killed at the age of ten. Max also carries around a sword. It was given to him by the vampire he learned from and it’s as important to him as the jacket he wears which was given to him by his younger sister. Also, he DNA that he was injected with was vampire and now he is in a way, half vampire. He has their need for blood, their speed, and their strength combined with his own Lycan strength.
Roleplay sample:
Max blocked the sun from his eyes with his arm thrown over them. He’d fallen asleep under a tree and the Sun was rising, waking him.
“It’s to damn early, I just fell asleep. I’m about this close to just shooting the damn Sun. That’ll give me some more time for shut eye. ”
He yawned and sat up stretching, hearing his back pop and crack like usual. “Then again, plunging the Earth into a second ice age while I’m still on it may not me such a good idea. Maybe I’ll build a rocket first and get off this rock.” He yawned again and stood up. “….Then again… There’d be no one for me to massacre… Okay in that case full blown planet annihilation is out.” He chuckled at the realization he thrived on blood so much.
He headed back to the academy since he’d fallen asleep outside under one of the many trees on the lawn. He wasn’t very worried about the other students or teachers. If they decided to disturb him sleeping he could easily use them as a snack. Once he thought about it he was slightly thirsty. He spied someone not too far in the distance and silently stalked toward them. Before they knew what was before them, their neck had been stretched backwards to expose the vein and Max sank his fangs in, drinking deeply. The person once drank dry was left on the lawn. He was about to walk away from the body where he’d left it, the person hadn’t even had time to scream, but a badge that read in bold letters, STAFF, caught his attention. “Well, at least they’ll have a position open now.” With a slight smirk, Max continued on his way, licking some of the blood from his lips.
Edit: Abilities/Powers (What have you, etc.)
Shifting- Max can take the form of a bipedal, anthromorphic wolf at will and the urge to shift can also be called upon by certain strong emotions such as blood lust, rage, sorrow, lust and hunger.
Enhanced Hearing/Smell/Night vision: Because Max is a lycan, he has very sensitive hearing in both his human form and lycan form. His sense of smell is also very keen. At night his vision is just as sharp as it is in the day time.
Super strength: His muscles can exert more power than normal to the point of "super human" levels. He is able to lift very large objects or throw punches that can easily bust through metal walls. His leg muscles can help carry him to extreme speeds as well. This also allows him push his endurance longer because of how his body stores energy but he can't maintain his maximum output of energy for prolonged periods of time.
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