Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 3:28:10 GMT
Oh, lie to me, it's the new poetry
Rollo • Alhrik
Age »» sixth-three
Gender »» male
Species »» werewolf
Sexuality »» straight
Occupation »» singer
Face Claim »» amnesia - shin
Although he is young for his species, his almost unnaturally powerful.
His most obvious power being his ability to take the form of a werewolf. Which is actually a bit harder for him than it would be for another of his species. Some say its because
His saliva is a mix of heaven and hell. It can heal minor wounds completely while speeding up the natural healing of bigger wounds. These powers of healing are evenly matched with the amount of damage he can do with the poison on his fangs. Though on another werewolf, his bite isn't fatal it will cause some serious discomfort. When he bites down steam will actually rise from where his fangs touch, causing major pain but not much damage.
His claws are more attuned for dealing damage to an enemy. They are almost as sharp as his fangs and can usually cut through flesh easily. And have the same poison in them as his fangs, only to a lesser extent, which makes sense, if he is slicing into you with his claws, that should already be painful enough that the burning would just be overkill.
In both forms he can run very fast, more so in his were form than his human one. As his were he can reach speeds of 40mph while in human he can reach 30mph.
His strength is above average for humans but actually a bit below average for a werewolf. He can lift quite a bit of weight but he seems to lack the strength to crush like his brethren. It is a small handicap but not enough to really matter.
As for his standard sense; sight, touch, smell, hearing, and taste, they are all above the senses of humans. He can see farther than humans, and is much better at seeing things at night than humans. His sens of smell is on par with his wolf brethren, no matter which form he is in. He can smell strong scents from up to a mile. His sense of taste is also enhanced, he can pick up on subtle scents of minor flavors that can be over looked by a human tongue, do to this he tries to avoid stuff he doesn't cook himself, humans drench their food just to get taste. His sense of touch is on par with a humans, the only sense that isn't enhanced by his species.
When one looks at him, a werewolf would be the last thing they'd expect. He isn't muscled like one would think, he figures this is because he tends to work more with speed than brute strength. He is tall though, standing at 6'4. His weight is roughly 170lbs. His frame is pretty average for a human that is the age equivalent to his, he has tones muscles and a healthy tan. As for his facial features, he is actually very handsome! He tends to shock most with his piercing red eyes but he usually passes it off as colored contacts to make him look cooler. His hair is naturally ebony black, a trait he shares with his other half. Although he has been known to get the ends tipped red or sometimes to dye his hair completely red, though this affect disappears after he goes into his wolf form and returning to its normal black when he returns to his human form. His facial features seem to be soft yet striking. It's as if he has an innocent look that attracts in others only to be devoured, though he doesn't eat humans.
Human Form Reference
While in his were form he is about a foot taller than his usual height. His body seems to actually take on that of a wolf. He goes on all fours but retains hands, though they are more claw like than hands. He also retains the size of a normal werewolf, although he is on all fours so he appears to be smaller than his brethren. He is, however, a lot taller than a normal wolf. He also has a long tail, more often ten not he has heard that it is more fox-like than wolf like.
Werewolf general picture
It's the language that we speak
»» Foods that aren't heavily spiced
»» Pretty girls
»» Physical Activities
»» Over Seasoned Foods
»» Lazy People
»» Bad Smells
»» To stay free
»» To make his mother happy with him
»» Staring into space when he smells or hears something interesting
»» Bite his thumb when he faces a problem
»» The Academy
Overall Personality »»
He's a rebellious adolescence as both a werewolf and as a human. He tends to go his own way regardless of what others think of him. He is very cautious of his actions so as not to attract any unwanted attention and following this will act out in quiet, small ways. He is very mature, due to his years, though only a select few know how many years. He isn't very trusting with his true identity and will never openly discuss it, even with someone who knows.
Aside from that, he can be a pretty fun guy to have around. He will willingly talk to mostly anyone and can hold up a decent conversation. He tends to flirt with girls though. He doesn't really care who the girl is, he always ends up flirting with them. He just assumes its something he does as a trait of being an adolescent werewolf; always on the hunt for that mate.
Which leads to his take on romance and love and etc. He believes wholeheartedly that there is only one person out there he should be with. This doesn't mean he doesn't date, its actually the opposite, he is open to dating almost anyone. The moment he realizes the person isn't the one for him, though, he drops them without another glance. He tends to make enemies by doing this but he realizes that if he sticks with someone he isn't meant to be with, he will never find his match.
His sense of honor is also a bit of a hindrance. If anyone were to call him a coward or anything else reflecting an insult, he won't back down from a fight. He's even know for taunting his opponents while dodging hit after hit with a smirk on his face. He's also known for letting a hit hit him only to shrug it off and deliver a finishing move with no mercy.
I've become numb
I've become numb
I've become numb
Mother »» Camellia Alhrik
Father »» Ivaylo Alhrik
Siblings »» None
Pets »» None
His father is the werewolf in this coupling. He was a proud member of a pack, with the attuned gift to become an actual wolf, and as reckless as his son is currently. Ivaylo had loved running through the woods, completely attuned to his wolf side, almost full on rejecting his human form. A wolf of moon white with stunning blue eyes that could run like the wind. He was a sight to see!
His mother is very much human. A dark-haired girl with warm brown eyes and a kind smile. A girl who looked brightly towards the future and never said an ill word. She was admired for her beauty but she never let it get to her. She was pretty dense when it came to love.
That changed when their paths crossed. Camellia had gone with friends on a camping trip as a summer trip before they had to return to college classes. It was a full moon and Camellia took to the woods to get fresh air. Ivaylo had a similar idea. He ran through the woods with joy and energy radiating from him. When he caught the scent of blood and fear he stopped in his tracks.
Such a scent so far in the mountains was uncommon, so he checked it out. When he found a bear cornering a female, he went on defensive instantly. He took on the bear without backing down. Camellia watched in awe as a blur of white came to her defense against a black bear. Her arm was bleeding from a bad scratch that the bear had landed when she had been unaware.
Before long the bear turned and fled form the white wolf, who huffed in disappointment before turning to see the female who had given him such a work-out. He was stunned at the look on her face. She wasn't scared but in awe of him. She was completely captivated by his blue eyes. He actually felt a bit embarrassed under her stare.
He stepped up to her slowly, showing his lack of menace and she didn't flinch as he sniffed at her wound before giving it a casual lick. When Camellia felt the pain fade she found her wound healed. She was amazed and confused. This couldn't be a normal wolf, not with those human eyes. He disappeared before she had the chance to find out what he was.
She went back to her daily life without telling anyone of the mysterious white wolf. She never said a word but she still could picture him in her mind. When a man stepped into her life at first she didn't really notice him. Then she saw his blue eyes, very familiar. Ivaylo hadn't been able to resist coming back to her.
They'd dated for a year before tying the knot. He revealed who he was and she accepted him without a second thought, that was just the kind of person she was. She became with child and Ivaylo became distressed and was always hovering around her, sniffing at her, and constantly asking if she was okay. When the time came she gave birth to their son. He had her hair color but his eyes were the color of blood. Ivaylo knew immediately from the scent that his son was not human.
He hadn't told the pack that he had found his female, or that she knew, or that now he had a son. He'd meant to but a female werewolf had been trying to get his attention for moons and he had been evading her. Ivaylo cut himself off from his pack and devoted himself to Camellia and their son, Rollo. A few years passed without incident and Rollo grew at the pace of a werewolf. He still looked like a child by the time his mother was reaching the slow downward slope to the end of the line.
Despite this, she kept a smile on her face and told Rollo all about what he was and what it meant. She taught him to be strong and to fight for what he believed in and she also taught him what love was. She gave Rollo a ring that she had been given by Ivaylo when they had just started dating. It was a delicate ring with a small blue jewel. She put it on a chain and told him to never take the ring off the chain unless eh found his mate.
Rollo accepted this with no questions. His father taught him how to be a wolf while his mother taught him how to be human. And many years went by before something put an end to those happy days. His father had gotten wind of the pack he once ran with. They wanted to know where he was and had begun searching for him. Ivaylo left Camellia and Rollo to keep them away, not wanting the jealous she-wolf to lash out at his family at being spited. He promised to return but he never did.
His father was caught that night by the academy and was never heard from again. Camellia and Rollo continued to live in seclusion but one day, Camellia became sick. Rollo could only watch as she grew weaker and weaker. When she finally got to the last stretch she used her last words to encourage her son to start his life and if his father was alive, to bring him home.
Since then, he has been living on his own. At first he stuck to staying hidden and out of sight but his mother's words weighed down on him. So he started his life, by becoming a singer of a hit group. The rise to stardom allowed him to get a clear view of things and even now he looks into the whereabouts of his father.