Post by wyldefyre on Jul 4, 2011 20:24:11 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Michael Clarke
Nicknames: 'Armani'
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: March 17, 1984
Age: 27
Sexuality: Straight
Clan: Protettori dei deboli
Race: Werewolf
Appearence:
Hair: Dark Chestnut Brown, Almost black in some light
Eyes: Blue/Green in human form, Rich Amber in wolf form
Height: 6’0
Weight: 190 lbs
Michael has a unique look to him. He is lean, muscular and well built. His blue green eyes often appear tumultuous and stormy. His chiseled features are usually accented with a slight scruff of facial hair. His dark tresses are a prime example of organized chaos, never looking truly organized in any way but never having a single hair out of place either. His style growing up was often seen as going against the norms however once he became close with Stella he quickly developed a taste for the finer things in life such as Armani suits.
Abilities:
Enhanced Senses – Michael’s vision, scent, hearing and taste have all been enhanced since the attack.
Enhanced Strength – Michael is extremely strong and in certain situations shows inhuman feats of strength (ie. To protect loved ones/himself)
Exceptional Judge of Character - Michael can tell simply by hearing someone talk whether or not they are trustworthy.
Play-By: Jared Leto
Personality
Personality: Michael has always walked to the beat of a different drum. Never one to follow the masses mindlessly, he always found himself alone or close to alone. He is intelligent and is in the constant pursuit of knowledge. He is stubborn and can often come off as hot headed when provoked. He tends to be broody and quiet, the frown lines creased in his forehead the only indication of his thoughts. There is concern that the attack has left him mute however after much poking and prodding at Stella’s insistence the only conclusion that could be drawn was that Michael was suffering from a form of post traumatic stress. The only solutions that were offered to him were that he seek counseling however due to the nature of his attack he has decided to simply deal with his internal struggle on his own.
Around Stella however Michael is a different person. She is truly his soul mate and he cares for her a great deal. When ever she is with him he is soft and tender even gentle. He can be playful and sweet, often cracking small jokes at her expense. He would be lost without her. He owes all he has to her and would gladly lay it all down to protect her. She is his everything.
Likes: Music, Fine Fashion, Exotic Cars, Sushi, Stella
Dislikes: Other Werewolves, Olives, Being Alone, Dirty Clothes, Unkept Looking people
The Past
Family: No blood relations to speak of (both parents are deseaced), however Stella is his world and he considers her to be his only family.
Pets: None
OOC NAME: I usually go by wyldefyre but can be called any variation
RP EXPERIANCE: six years
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: Miss Toni luffs me enough to invite me
RP EXAMPLE:
The lights on the train flickered as it barreled through the tunnels deep beneath the street of New York. She sat quietly, only half paying attention to the heavy book in her lap. Usually the ancient musing of 16th century theological and mythological study calmed her nerves for the night however this evening something was off. There was something electric about the air that had her distracted. Her pulse raced as her mind continued to wander. Letting out a sigh she pondered on how she had gotten here. Closing her eyes she thought over the past few years she had lived in the city. For many, venturing out into the streets of a city such as New York alone was simply a death wish. She however had learn to thrive on the darkness. It had helped her move closer to reaching her final goal of finally finding peace, however it had been at a great cost.
She had not been born into a life that had prepared for the darkness of the path that she was now on. In fact it was quite the opposite. She had lived in a small town far from the fear and corruption of the city. Her world was filled with love and family and she had thought that nothing could ever change it. However even the safest, most sheltered of places can stay untouched by darkness for so long. It was only a matter of time until the tendrils of evil wound their way into the heart of her existence. Now here she was, alone and seemingly lost in a world where she truly did not belong.
Memories of that night flooded her tired mind. It had been her fault. At least that was what she convinced herself. If she had been there…If they had come just a moment later…She let out a sigh. She’d be dead as well. The Blood Pack left no one alive when they were on the hunt. That was one of the few things that she had managed to learn about them. They were swift, vicious unfeeling bastards who took what they wanted with a carnal accuracy. Her jaw clenched. She still had no rhyme or reason as to why they had picked her family. All she knew was that they would pay.
She had gone to her grandmothers that day. She had fallen quite ill and was having trouble shaking the infection. Deciding to take over several meals she packed up her car and headed out late afternoon. When she returned in the evening her world had changed forever. A wave of shock washed over her as she approached her home in time to watch as her parents were removed from their home of twenty years by the coroner. Everything from that point on was a blur. She knew she had screamed and collapsed into an officer who had been struggling to hold her back from the scene. Beyond that she had no recollection of time for at least a week after. It was then that she had decided that she would seek vengeance, one way or another.
The train slowly jerked to a halt as it approached her normal station. She was on patrol for the night. She would wander the streets for a while, stop in for a slice of pie and see if Maggie had heard any new news from the gang leaders in the area then head home for a few hours of sleep before scurrying off to the library to work. This was her life now. There was no point looking back. The only thing that she could do is keep pressing forward. Scooping up her bag she cringes slightly as her throwing axes clank loudly together. She knew perfectly well that carrying them in her back pack wasn’t the wisest of ideas however she hadn’t the time tonight to holster them properly. Thankfully she had managed to safely secure her pistols to her sides however. Sling the bag over her shoulder she quickly made her way towards the door…only to be jostled back by a an ominous looking man.
Suddenly a wave of thoughts washes over her. Violent, unbridled thoughts. Turning back to face the man her delicate fingers wrap tightly around her pistols. Would her patrol really be this easy tonight? It was a rare occasion that the villains just fell into her lap. “Excuse me sir, but do you believe in fate? Well I certainly do. See, I think that tonight you and I were destined to meet. However, unfortunately for you, tonight you’re destined to die…” With that she quickly drew her twin pistols, taking quick aim at the stunned man in front of her.
She had not been born into a life that had prepared for the darkness of the path that she was now on. In fact it was quite the opposite. She had lived in a small town far from the fear and corruption of the city. Her world was filled with love and family and she had thought that nothing could ever change it. However even the safest, most sheltered of places can stay untouched by darkness for so long. It was only a matter of time until the tendrils of evil wound their way into the heart of her existence. Now here she was, alone and seemingly lost in a world where she truly did not belong.
Memories of that night flooded her tired mind. It had been her fault. At least that was what she convinced herself. If she had been there…If they had come just a moment later…She let out a sigh. She’d be dead as well. The Blood Pack left no one alive when they were on the hunt. That was one of the few things that she had managed to learn about them. They were swift, vicious unfeeling bastards who took what they wanted with a carnal accuracy. Her jaw clenched. She still had no rhyme or reason as to why they had picked her family. All she knew was that they would pay.
She had gone to her grandmothers that day. She had fallen quite ill and was having trouble shaking the infection. Deciding to take over several meals she packed up her car and headed out late afternoon. When she returned in the evening her world had changed forever. A wave of shock washed over her as she approached her home in time to watch as her parents were removed from their home of twenty years by the coroner. Everything from that point on was a blur. She knew she had screamed and collapsed into an officer who had been struggling to hold her back from the scene. Beyond that she had no recollection of time for at least a week after. It was then that she had decided that she would seek vengeance, one way or another.
The train slowly jerked to a halt as it approached her normal station. She was on patrol for the night. She would wander the streets for a while, stop in for a slice of pie and see if Maggie had heard any new news from the gang leaders in the area then head home for a few hours of sleep before scurrying off to the library to work. This was her life now. There was no point looking back. The only thing that she could do is keep pressing forward. Scooping up her bag she cringes slightly as her throwing axes clank loudly together. She knew perfectly well that carrying them in her back pack wasn’t the wisest of ideas however she hadn’t the time tonight to holster them properly. Thankfully she had managed to safely secure her pistols to her sides however. Sling the bag over her shoulder she quickly made her way towards the door…only to be jostled back by a an ominous looking man.
Suddenly a wave of thoughts washes over her. Violent, unbridled thoughts. Turning back to face the man her delicate fingers wrap tightly around her pistols. Would her patrol really be this easy tonight? It was a rare occasion that the villains just fell into her lap. “Excuse me sir, but do you believe in fate? Well I certainly do. See, I think that tonight you and I were destined to meet. However, unfortunately for you, tonight you’re destined to die…” With that she quickly drew her twin pistols, taking quick aim at the stunned man in front of her.