Post by Nico on Jan 28, 2009 16:37:29 GMT -5
Name: Sparrow Fineas Greyback
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty
Alliance: Malovence (evil)
Breed: Werewolf
Location: Wolf
Appearance:
Human; Brown eyes containing a maniac glint glance devilishly around. Shoulder length, tawny hair flitters softly in the wind. A flawless, sunkissed face glimmers softly in the pallid moonlight. A tight, checkered black and brown shirt clings tightly to his slightly muscular chest. Sparrow stands six feet high-precisely and weighs only one hundred and thirty three pounds. His slim form silhouetted against the moon was enough to drive any girl wild-at least in his narcissistic mind.
Wolf; Smooth, tawny and charcoal fur clung to the limber form of a slightly larger than average timber wolf. Bright brown eyes examine his incompetent surroundings. His stride put humans' best marathon runners to shame; his smile made the sun seem dark; his eyes made fire seem unlively.
Personality: Sparrow, in essence, is ridiculously narcissistic. He's not unattractive at all, on the contrary, he's nearly flawless-physically at least. His arrogance is often a turn-off. Sparrow is absurdly conceited, and he accepts only the best bitches as his mates. Sparrow has a dark, mischeivious nature and does not befriend many. His sister, Finch, is an individual whom he prizes above all.
History:
In essence;
Sparrow and Finch grew up together in an orphanage. They were both adopted by the Kallyn family, raised as normal children, attending public school, spending time with friends, and what have you. At fifteen, Finch was bitten by Sparrow's friend Skyler. In a fit of rage, Sparrow attacked Skyler, both escaped with serious injuries. Several days later, they realized the effect that the bite had on them, and ran away to protect their foster family. They've been on the move for the last five years, and most likely won't settle down.
Five years prior;
Sparrow smiled as he watched Finch play in their back yard with his friend Skyler. He was pretty good with Finch, which please Sparrow. The one person for whom he cared more for than himself was indefinitely Finch. Finch was only two years younger than him, but Sparrow believed Finch was as fragile as a porcelean doll. As Skyler darted after Finch, Sparrow noticed an uncharicteristically cruel gleam in his eye. "Skyler..." he began. But before he could finish, Skyler released a horrific snarl and leaped upon Finch, clamping his teeth around her neck in an extremely inhuman-like fashion. Sparrow released a strangled yell and was on his feet in an instant, charging towards Skyler with rage burning in his eyes. He threw the boy off of his sister and began beating his former friend roughly with tightly balled fists. Skyler bit at Sparrow's shoulder with sharp fangs which seemed to have materialized from nothing. After several minutes of bloody fighting, Skyler yelped and fell back, scrambling off into the woods with uncanny speed. Sparrow struggled to his feet, panting. He turned, looking upon his sister with worried eyes. "Are you okay Finch?" he asked, approaching her. She didn't answer, she just sat, rocking back and forth, her arms wrapped around her knees.
Auditioning Post:
Sparrow entered the café with a cool attitude. He gracefully whipped the hair from his eyes, looking upon the cashier with lustful eyes. With a snort, he approached her, his brown eyes glittering. "Hello, welcome to Moose-Tracks café, what can I get for you?" She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ears and looked at him expectantly. "Absolutely nothing, however, I have something for you." He leaned against the counter with ease, flashing her a charming, pearl white smile. "Oh? And what might that be?" she inquired, perplexed. "Well," Sparrow paused, his eyes darting to her name tag, back up to her eyes, "Lacey, I have a pair of tickets to the Breaking Benjamin concert this evening, and one of them happens to be for you." Lacey's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Mm, no, thanks, but I already have plans tonight.." Sparrow's eyes widened, he was shocked. Sputtering, he took a step back, wondering why on earth she had rejected him. With a snort, he composed himself, and turned on his heel, exiting the coffee shop with less grace than he had possessed when he first entered.
