Post by StarShine on Oct 1, 2008 15:27:25 GMT -5
Name: Rhi'hanan
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Werewolf
Place of Birth: Toronto
Description: Dark eyes, crow black hair and strong features would indicated a sturdy frame, but for this man that has never been the case. He has a sinewy type of muscle matter to him, his every move giving off subtle ripples just under his skin. Most describe him as taught and lean, a level of fit that indicates honest muscle instead of something gotten through years of lifting. He's short for a male, a mere 5'6", but it's hard to tell if you see him standing by himself, his long legs giving him a slightly stretched appearance. His hair, always, is an unkempt mess, even when he tries to brush it. It hangs in shaggy folds, like fur.
Current Location: Montreal
Brief history of the character: He never did know his mother, though he did know that his father seemed to view him with a sort of trepidation while he grew. He learned to blend in because of this, finding it safest not to be noticed. His love for hunting, night and the scent of blood had never seemed odd to him, though his father found such things as more reason to be wary.
It was a long and tiring childhood, one that was perhaps made easier by his submissive nature. He knew who held the power and was careful to respect these facts; the thought has since occurred to him, more than once, that it was possibly the only thing keeping him from the streets.
Once he reached the age of eighteen, however, things changed. A woman approached him and while she was strange and slightly frightening he heard what she had to say. That is when he learned of werewolves, something he had not heard of in his meek isolation. That is also when he learned he carried the scent of one; not only that, the scent of one.
He confronted his father on this, demanding to know more of his mother, of his history. He only received curses in return, the fight spiraling until his father charged into his room, something he was known to do whenever anger got the better of him.
Rhi'hanan followed after the man that time, a low growl rumbling unnoticed from his chest. It died quickly when he saw that his father was nowhere to be seen; what faced him instead was a great wolf beast.
He left after that, quickly realizing that this was what the woman had spoken about (as well as the hope of mating with him, which he was forcefully reminded of as by the bare naked figure that stood in the room) He has since settled in Montreal to begin his own life and, perhaps, learn a bit more in the matters that had been hidden from him for so long.
Affiliations: (?)
Friends: None as of yet.
Enemies: None as of yet.
Relative information: The most important thing of note is that even with his quiet personality, Rhi'hanan is not a man to make angry. He won't fight easily, but once he does it's to the death.
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Werewolf
Place of Birth: Toronto
Description: Dark eyes, crow black hair and strong features would indicated a sturdy frame, but for this man that has never been the case. He has a sinewy type of muscle matter to him, his every move giving off subtle ripples just under his skin. Most describe him as taught and lean, a level of fit that indicates honest muscle instead of something gotten through years of lifting. He's short for a male, a mere 5'6", but it's hard to tell if you see him standing by himself, his long legs giving him a slightly stretched appearance. His hair, always, is an unkempt mess, even when he tries to brush it. It hangs in shaggy folds, like fur.
Current Location: Montreal
Brief history of the character: He never did know his mother, though he did know that his father seemed to view him with a sort of trepidation while he grew. He learned to blend in because of this, finding it safest not to be noticed. His love for hunting, night and the scent of blood had never seemed odd to him, though his father found such things as more reason to be wary.
It was a long and tiring childhood, one that was perhaps made easier by his submissive nature. He knew who held the power and was careful to respect these facts; the thought has since occurred to him, more than once, that it was possibly the only thing keeping him from the streets.
Once he reached the age of eighteen, however, things changed. A woman approached him and while she was strange and slightly frightening he heard what she had to say. That is when he learned of werewolves, something he had not heard of in his meek isolation. That is also when he learned he carried the scent of one; not only that, the scent of one.
He confronted his father on this, demanding to know more of his mother, of his history. He only received curses in return, the fight spiraling until his father charged into his room, something he was known to do whenever anger got the better of him.
Rhi'hanan followed after the man that time, a low growl rumbling unnoticed from his chest. It died quickly when he saw that his father was nowhere to be seen; what faced him instead was a great wolf beast.
He left after that, quickly realizing that this was what the woman had spoken about (as well as the hope of mating with him, which he was forcefully reminded of as by the bare naked figure that stood in the room) He has since settled in Montreal to begin his own life and, perhaps, learn a bit more in the matters that had been hidden from him for so long.
Affiliations: (?)
Friends: None as of yet.
Enemies: None as of yet.
Relative information: The most important thing of note is that even with his quiet personality, Rhi'hanan is not a man to make angry. He won't fight easily, but once he does it's to the death.
