Post by .::Kate::. on Dec 8, 2008 5:42:28 GMT -5
Name: Quin Tarimoon
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Alliance: good
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: Astral Elemental
Location: Both Realms
Appearance: Quin normally wears t-shirts and jeans with boots. He has piercing blue eyes and brown hair. When he is in his wolf form, he has brown and abit white fur with a few black streaks in it, the same blue eyes. He has one tattoo and that is a tattoo of a tribal Wolf with wings on the right side of his chest. He is about 5'10 in height and average built, but he is quite strong and toned.
Personality: Quin is generally a gentleman, but he is sometimes sarcastic. Majority of the time he acts like a cute dorky fluff ball. He always likes to make people smile. He is rather down to earth and charming. He may seem unserious at times, but really is. He also tends to be very protective and sometimes he has a quick temper. He is also stubborn, so he can be difficult at times. He also loves being creative and especially loves being in open country.
History: Quin's history is alittle fuzzy to him because recently, he was attacked by something and when he awoke, he had amnesia. He doesn't remember much, just that he was born an american and in the country.
Auditioning Post: Quin had stumbled out of his home. The full moon had approached and he could feel his first turning coming forth. It was this turning that would forever change him. He groaned as he stumbled to the closest large area. The Gardens. He could have gone to the forest, but he hadn't the time. So far there seemed to be no one. Hopefully there would be no one. He groaned and fell near a rose bush, writhing and clenching his teeth as to not scream. The pain was searing and almost unbearable. He rolled back and forth, trying to hold himself as he curled up. He could feel his body changing, hearing the bones cracking and growing.His limbs made a tearing noise and he breathed hard in the pain. He never knew that the first could be so painful. He groaned and continued to try not to scream. When his ribs changed, as well as his head, that was when he screamed, which turned into an agonized Howl.
When he arose, he was roughly about 7 feet tall and his fur was white,brown and black. He sniffed the air, not really knowing what to eat yet. He could feel this rage inside him and yet he didn't know what it fully meant. He was lusting for blood and meat and that was something he couldn't control. He looked to where he had fall, red roses had somehow worked their way into his fur and if he could smile, he would have. In this moment something caught his nose, it was food. His now green eyes scanned the area, nothing seemed close, so he'd have to find it. He softly growled and moved on all fours as he stalked off, following the smell.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Alliance: good
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: Astral Elemental
Location: Both Realms
Appearance: Quin normally wears t-shirts and jeans with boots. He has piercing blue eyes and brown hair. When he is in his wolf form, he has brown and abit white fur with a few black streaks in it, the same blue eyes. He has one tattoo and that is a tattoo of a tribal Wolf with wings on the right side of his chest. He is about 5'10 in height and average built, but he is quite strong and toned.
Personality: Quin is generally a gentleman, but he is sometimes sarcastic. Majority of the time he acts like a cute dorky fluff ball. He always likes to make people smile. He is rather down to earth and charming. He may seem unserious at times, but really is. He also tends to be very protective and sometimes he has a quick temper. He is also stubborn, so he can be difficult at times. He also loves being creative and especially loves being in open country.
History: Quin's history is alittle fuzzy to him because recently, he was attacked by something and when he awoke, he had amnesia. He doesn't remember much, just that he was born an american and in the country.
Auditioning Post: Quin had stumbled out of his home. The full moon had approached and he could feel his first turning coming forth. It was this turning that would forever change him. He groaned as he stumbled to the closest large area. The Gardens. He could have gone to the forest, but he hadn't the time. So far there seemed to be no one. Hopefully there would be no one. He groaned and fell near a rose bush, writhing and clenching his teeth as to not scream. The pain was searing and almost unbearable. He rolled back and forth, trying to hold himself as he curled up. He could feel his body changing, hearing the bones cracking and growing.His limbs made a tearing noise and he breathed hard in the pain. He never knew that the first could be so painful. He groaned and continued to try not to scream. When his ribs changed, as well as his head, that was when he screamed, which turned into an agonized Howl.
When he arose, he was roughly about 7 feet tall and his fur was white,brown and black. He sniffed the air, not really knowing what to eat yet. He could feel this rage inside him and yet he didn't know what it fully meant. He was lusting for blood and meat and that was something he couldn't control. He looked to where he had fall, red roses had somehow worked their way into his fur and if he could smile, he would have. In this moment something caught his nose, it was food. His now green eyes scanned the area, nothing seemed close, so he'd have to find it. He softly growled and moved on all fours as he stalked off, following the smell.
