Post by Toxic Waste on Jan 7, 2009 6:11:29 GMT -5
Name: James Muse Nocturn (he goes by his middle name muse)
Gender: male
Age: 18
Alliance: Rogue
Breed: Werewolf
Blood:
Location: both
Appearances:
Human:
He stand’s about six feet tall and he is about hundred and sixty-eight pounds. He is most muscles; he has a nice six pack. He has long black hair that is down to his waited. His has a large scar over his chest; his skin is a cream white with a healthy sun kissed glow. His eyes are green, they seem to show he true feels a lot they can be a bit cold. You mostly well see him in black pants, a red button up shirt and black boots. He always has a mail bag near on his person.
Wolf:
As a wolf he looks more like his true self, he is large then some other male wolfs. His coat is black, his eyes are cold and black but oddly they have a green flack in them. In height he is 39inches from shoulder to paw and he typically weight is about 150. His upper canines hang over his lower lip. He fast on his large paws and he know how to push his weight around.
Personality: He is sum up in one word, nuts. His temper is always there, he like things his way or nothing he has an ego. He likes to pick fights with just about anyone. He doesn’t really care about anyone, he doesn’t like nagging or people who don’t stick to their word. As a wolf he is very lonely if he gets in a pack, he a killer he love the taste of blood then on top of that he is know in the past to pick on pup.
History: James past is nothing he likes to speak about, he was born in a normal type werewolf family. His mother and father where they type to stay human, But james had a feral side you could say, he would some time go off on his own and just run, he love the feeling of it. Life as a pup was all peaches, but as he aged he started to see the dark side.
He would pick on the ones weaker then himself. He love a fight, he would pick on the normal human’s a school all the time. He saw plan human’s as weak things that should not live with in this world. The he found out something that change his life, his mother told him that he was not truly their blood, he learn that his birth mother and been feral and die give birth to him.
Who was he really this ran throw his mind. After hearing the new he ran away from home he was ten year old. He was nothing like his mother and father who raised him they were always so sweet it made him sick. He was on his own eight year, moving from place to place look to find the truth of who he was.
Auditioning Post:
Black paws moved over the ground as he was running, he was chasing something. He was getting close to the shadow shape, what was this was this shape that seem to call to him. He woke from his dream with a gasp. He moved his hand over his face some; he woke up in his empty room. He moves himself from the bed.
As he glared at a small boy who seems to always hang around him. “Wake up” he said in his normal cold voice as he kicked the kid with his boot. The kid blinked his blue eyes some and looked up at him “ouch! that hurt okay I am up muse” he said as he walked into started to look throw the old food.
“Damn kids” muse said as he moved his hand throw his black hair, he pulled on his shirt and started to button it. The kid he had found in the woods and then ran into him on the street near his home. Why he let the kid in who know what was going throw his head some. He sighed, he need some answers about who he was their where a lot thing going on with himself that he didn’t get.
He sighed some as he walked out to the main room as the kid was eating out the trash, he blinked some as the kid changed right there in front him, a sand wolf with his head in the trash just eating away.
Muse growled some, this kid could not keep himself in one shape when he was happy. Muse walked out into the street, his green eyes moved over the empty street, was today going to be it he wonders.
Gender: male
Age: 18
Alliance: Rogue
Breed: Werewolf
Blood:
Location: both
Appearances:
Human:
He stand’s about six feet tall and he is about hundred and sixty-eight pounds. He is most muscles; he has a nice six pack. He has long black hair that is down to his waited. His has a large scar over his chest; his skin is a cream white with a healthy sun kissed glow. His eyes are green, they seem to show he true feels a lot they can be a bit cold. You mostly well see him in black pants, a red button up shirt and black boots. He always has a mail bag near on his person.
Wolf:
As a wolf he looks more like his true self, he is large then some other male wolfs. His coat is black, his eyes are cold and black but oddly they have a green flack in them. In height he is 39inches from shoulder to paw and he typically weight is about 150. His upper canines hang over his lower lip. He fast on his large paws and he know how to push his weight around.
Personality: He is sum up in one word, nuts. His temper is always there, he like things his way or nothing he has an ego. He likes to pick fights with just about anyone. He doesn’t really care about anyone, he doesn’t like nagging or people who don’t stick to their word. As a wolf he is very lonely if he gets in a pack, he a killer he love the taste of blood then on top of that he is know in the past to pick on pup.
History: James past is nothing he likes to speak about, he was born in a normal type werewolf family. His mother and father where they type to stay human, But james had a feral side you could say, he would some time go off on his own and just run, he love the feeling of it. Life as a pup was all peaches, but as he aged he started to see the dark side.
He would pick on the ones weaker then himself. He love a fight, he would pick on the normal human’s a school all the time. He saw plan human’s as weak things that should not live with in this world. The he found out something that change his life, his mother told him that he was not truly their blood, he learn that his birth mother and been feral and die give birth to him.
Who was he really this ran throw his mind. After hearing the new he ran away from home he was ten year old. He was nothing like his mother and father who raised him they were always so sweet it made him sick. He was on his own eight year, moving from place to place look to find the truth of who he was.
Auditioning Post:
Black paws moved over the ground as he was running, he was chasing something. He was getting close to the shadow shape, what was this was this shape that seem to call to him. He woke from his dream with a gasp. He moved his hand over his face some; he woke up in his empty room. He moves himself from the bed.
As he glared at a small boy who seems to always hang around him. “Wake up” he said in his normal cold voice as he kicked the kid with his boot. The kid blinked his blue eyes some and looked up at him “ouch! that hurt okay I am up muse” he said as he walked into started to look throw the old food.
“Damn kids” muse said as he moved his hand throw his black hair, he pulled on his shirt and started to button it. The kid he had found in the woods and then ran into him on the street near his home. Why he let the kid in who know what was going throw his head some. He sighed, he need some answers about who he was their where a lot thing going on with himself that he didn’t get.
He sighed some as he walked out to the main room as the kid was eating out the trash, he blinked some as the kid changed right there in front him, a sand wolf with his head in the trash just eating away.
Muse growled some, this kid could not keep himself in one shape when he was happy. Muse walked out into the street, his green eyes moved over the empty street, was today going to be it he wonders.
