Post by .::Kate::. on Nov 21, 2008 6:08:37 GMT -5
Name: Serin Cerberus
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Alliance: Good (sort of ish...hehehe)
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: Death (super immortal) Click here
Location: Both
Appearance:
Human: He is tall, about six foot four. He can likes to have his hair streaked with blonde and black. He has black eyes. He likes to where black. He is average in build. And his hair is only semi long. He has one bang that hangs over his left eye. He has no other distigueshing marks on him. And he is very light skinned.
Werewolf: He has sometimes mixed fur but there are days he lets one over the other show. He is big for a were. And he has dark eyes even in that form. His fur is soft but long. And he is more buff in build.
Personality: He is very dark and unatural. He likes to play games, watch movies now and then, and loves to musically jam out. He doesn't hang with too many people. But he will chit chat with the close ones that he knows. He is a very curious person. Yet at the same time he can stay to himself quite a bit. He has sometimes a morbid look on life and he tends to hang with rockers and goths a lot.
History: Much of his history is shrouded in mystery. His family life he does not talk about to anyone. And he never invites anyone over to his place. He usually is spending his time alone, most don't know where off to. While other times he is just chillin' with the guys. He doesn't like to be pestered ever about simple stupid things. And he tries very hard to stay distent from girls. But somehow because of his looks appearantly he just can't seem to get them to go away.
Auditioning Post: Serin sat on the park bench alone. He was deep in thought. Something was nawing at him but he didn't know what. He felt that there was something awefully wrong. But yet he didn't know why. He had to make it clear to himself before it would drive him as bonkers as ever. He sat there with his hands on his chin, his elbows rested on his legs. There was something he was forgetting. Something that he was supposed to be doing right then and there but he couldn't figure out what IT even was. He gave a sigh and then reached over and took another bread piece from the bag that was next to him. He chucked it at the birds. And then he went back to pondering heavy thoughts.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Alliance: Good (sort of ish...hehehe)
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: Death (super immortal) Click here
Location: Both
Appearance:
Human: He is tall, about six foot four. He can likes to have his hair streaked with blonde and black. He has black eyes. He likes to where black. He is average in build. And his hair is only semi long. He has one bang that hangs over his left eye. He has no other distigueshing marks on him. And he is very light skinned.
Werewolf: He has sometimes mixed fur but there are days he lets one over the other show. He is big for a were. And he has dark eyes even in that form. His fur is soft but long. And he is more buff in build.
Personality: He is very dark and unatural. He likes to play games, watch movies now and then, and loves to musically jam out. He doesn't hang with too many people. But he will chit chat with the close ones that he knows. He is a very curious person. Yet at the same time he can stay to himself quite a bit. He has sometimes a morbid look on life and he tends to hang with rockers and goths a lot.
History: Much of his history is shrouded in mystery. His family life he does not talk about to anyone. And he never invites anyone over to his place. He usually is spending his time alone, most don't know where off to. While other times he is just chillin' with the guys. He doesn't like to be pestered ever about simple stupid things. And he tries very hard to stay distent from girls. But somehow because of his looks appearantly he just can't seem to get them to go away.
Auditioning Post: Serin sat on the park bench alone. He was deep in thought. Something was nawing at him but he didn't know what. He felt that there was something awefully wrong. But yet he didn't know why. He had to make it clear to himself before it would drive him as bonkers as ever. He sat there with his hands on his chin, his elbows rested on his legs. There was something he was forgetting. Something that he was supposed to be doing right then and there but he couldn't figure out what IT even was. He gave a sigh and then reached over and took another bread piece from the bag that was next to him. He chucked it at the birds. And then he went back to pondering heavy thoughts.
