Post by Kurz;; on Jan 3, 2009 20:24:04 GMT -5
Name:: Kurz (pronounced 'Kurts') Weber
Alias:: He prefers to go by the name of Arbalest when he is a wolf.
Gender:: Male
Age:: 19
Alliance:: Good
Breed:: Werewolf
Location:: Both, but mostly human
Appearance:: Kurz is a tall young man, with dark brown slightly long hair and piercing gray eyes. His skin is tanned, and he has a notable cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, down toward his chin. He looks kind of scrawny when you first see him, but after a closer look you can see the wiry bands of muscles around his arms, legs, and torso. He normally wears casual clothes, a dark t-shirt and brown cargo pants, and really dislikes dressing up. He is really quite handsome, both when he's a wolf and a human.
Due to his loathing of being a werewolf, Kurz is rarely ever in his wolf form. But when he does phase into a wolf, he is magnificent by any accounts. His wolf is a large beast, with a thick, shaggy coat and the same piercing gray eyes. His fur is mottled with black, dark brown, and a little bit of gray. His wolf form's body structure is much the same as when he is human: wiry, but strong.
Personality:: Kurz absolutely hates what he is (aka, being a werewolf). He would do almost anything to be a normal human. Because of this, he doesn't think much of himself.
Kurz is very carefree and independent. His is a bit of an awkward people-person, so he tries not to interact much with others. He prefers being alone most of the time, but deep inside he is lonely.
Also, because he hates werewolves, he prefers to spend most of his time in the human realms.
History:: Kurz was born as a werewolf in a small town in Germany. His mother died giving birth to him, so he spent most of his young life with his father. He was an only child.
Kurz didn't really understand what he was until he was twelve years old. He knew he was different; he always knew. He could almost communicate with wolves and dogs, and some people felt nervous around him, even when he was young. But when his father told him that he was indeed a werewolf, he snapped. He got so angry and upset, and in his fit of anger he phased into a werewolf for the first time, nearly killing his father.
It took a while before he was able to change back. His father felt sorry for him and wanted to help him in anyway possible. But Kurz hardly said a word to his father after that. Only a few years later, he left home to travel around. He never really stops wandering around, but every once in a while he settles down for a few years.
Auditioning Post:: (I write is first person a lot of the time... hope that's ok.)
I had always had a hard time around other people... it was just natural for me, I guess. Not much of a people-person. Maybe that's something that comes from being a werewolf. Or maybe I'm just a freak.
So why was a coming to this god-forsaken place? I dunno.
I walked slowly toward the lights of the town, feeling my muscles tense as I got closer to the claustrophobia-inducing population. I really didn't have a clue where I was... I never really navigate wherever I travel. But why did I have to chose to come to a freaking city?
I stopped just under the cover of the trees, all senses on high alert, always checking for signs of danger. I shrugged my pack higher up on my shoulder, exhaling sharply. I ran my fingers through my hair, contemplating weather I should go into the city or not.
Then suddenly, a twig snapped to my left.
Instantly, like I was struck by lightning, I leaped up into the nearest tree. I pressed my back against the tree trunk, and peered through the foliage to the ground. My nerves were tingling, and I felt adrenaline making my blood sing. I narrowed my eyes and focused on a hulking shape as it shrugged through the bushes. A thickset, greasy haired man sauntered over under my tree and looked up at me, leering. "Look who it is," He said obnoxiously, "my old buddy Arbalest."
I glared down at him coolly. I really hate people. "Go away, Gustov. I don't want a fight." I don't want to have to turn into a wolf again.
Gustov snorted and spat on the ground under my tree. "I'd rather have a duel. I still haven't gotten you back for beating me before. I want a rematch." He sneered at my, and my eyes instinctively flickered to the scars on the side of his face, product of our last battle.
I sighed. "Do I have a choice?" I muttered, and started shrugging out of my jacket. I felt the familiar heat brush my bones and I closed my eyes, forcing away the images of memory from my first phase. Don't think about it. I told myself.
Gustov was already changing. Hair was sprouting on his arms and face, and he snarled with large fangs up at me. "C'mon, pretty boy." He hissed.
I tensed, letting the heat swell from my bones to engulf my whole body. Baring my fangs in a ferocious grin, I let loose with a guttural snarl and flung myself from the branch. My last coherent human thought before I smashed into Gustov was You can never escape from who you are.
Alias:: He prefers to go by the name of Arbalest when he is a wolf.
Gender:: Male
Age:: 19
Alliance:: Good
Breed:: Werewolf
Location:: Both, but mostly human
Appearance:: Kurz is a tall young man, with dark brown slightly long hair and piercing gray eyes. His skin is tanned, and he has a notable cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, down toward his chin. He looks kind of scrawny when you first see him, but after a closer look you can see the wiry bands of muscles around his arms, legs, and torso. He normally wears casual clothes, a dark t-shirt and brown cargo pants, and really dislikes dressing up. He is really quite handsome, both when he's a wolf and a human.
Due to his loathing of being a werewolf, Kurz is rarely ever in his wolf form. But when he does phase into a wolf, he is magnificent by any accounts. His wolf is a large beast, with a thick, shaggy coat and the same piercing gray eyes. His fur is mottled with black, dark brown, and a little bit of gray. His wolf form's body structure is much the same as when he is human: wiry, but strong.
Personality:: Kurz absolutely hates what he is (aka, being a werewolf). He would do almost anything to be a normal human. Because of this, he doesn't think much of himself.
Kurz is very carefree and independent. His is a bit of an awkward people-person, so he tries not to interact much with others. He prefers being alone most of the time, but deep inside he is lonely.
Also, because he hates werewolves, he prefers to spend most of his time in the human realms.
History:: Kurz was born as a werewolf in a small town in Germany. His mother died giving birth to him, so he spent most of his young life with his father. He was an only child.
Kurz didn't really understand what he was until he was twelve years old. He knew he was different; he always knew. He could almost communicate with wolves and dogs, and some people felt nervous around him, even when he was young. But when his father told him that he was indeed a werewolf, he snapped. He got so angry and upset, and in his fit of anger he phased into a werewolf for the first time, nearly killing his father.
It took a while before he was able to change back. His father felt sorry for him and wanted to help him in anyway possible. But Kurz hardly said a word to his father after that. Only a few years later, he left home to travel around. He never really stops wandering around, but every once in a while he settles down for a few years.
Auditioning Post:: (I write is first person a lot of the time... hope that's ok.)
I had always had a hard time around other people... it was just natural for me, I guess. Not much of a people-person. Maybe that's something that comes from being a werewolf. Or maybe I'm just a freak.
So why was a coming to this god-forsaken place? I dunno.
I walked slowly toward the lights of the town, feeling my muscles tense as I got closer to the claustrophobia-inducing population. I really didn't have a clue where I was... I never really navigate wherever I travel. But why did I have to chose to come to a freaking city?
I stopped just under the cover of the trees, all senses on high alert, always checking for signs of danger. I shrugged my pack higher up on my shoulder, exhaling sharply. I ran my fingers through my hair, contemplating weather I should go into the city or not.
Then suddenly, a twig snapped to my left.
Instantly, like I was struck by lightning, I leaped up into the nearest tree. I pressed my back against the tree trunk, and peered through the foliage to the ground. My nerves were tingling, and I felt adrenaline making my blood sing. I narrowed my eyes and focused on a hulking shape as it shrugged through the bushes. A thickset, greasy haired man sauntered over under my tree and looked up at me, leering. "Look who it is," He said obnoxiously, "my old buddy Arbalest."
I glared down at him coolly. I really hate people. "Go away, Gustov. I don't want a fight." I don't want to have to turn into a wolf again.
Gustov snorted and spat on the ground under my tree. "I'd rather have a duel. I still haven't gotten you back for beating me before. I want a rematch." He sneered at my, and my eyes instinctively flickered to the scars on the side of his face, product of our last battle.
I sighed. "Do I have a choice?" I muttered, and started shrugging out of my jacket. I felt the familiar heat brush my bones and I closed my eyes, forcing away the images of memory from my first phase. Don't think about it. I told myself.
Gustov was already changing. Hair was sprouting on his arms and face, and he snarled with large fangs up at me. "C'mon, pretty boy." He hissed.
I tensed, letting the heat swell from my bones to engulf my whole body. Baring my fangs in a ferocious grin, I let loose with a guttural snarl and flung myself from the branch. My last coherent human thought before I smashed into Gustov was You can never escape from who you are.
