Post by Heichou on Apr 5, 2015 9:42:28 GMT -5
Name: Dante S. Hawthorne
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Alpha
Personality: A few things have changed with the lad though he has never stopped running for his life. No where has seemed safe enough. But now, anger has swelled within him, the taste for revenge growing stronger and stronger each day. What he now desires is a pack, one to lead him into victory dare his old pack find him, and one for the sake of having one. Dante has hesitance though, that fear that was instilled into him as a child still thrives within him. All and all, aside from his unfortunate past, Dante is a gentle soul to those he holds dear, loyal right down to his very core, but is nonetheless vicious when provoked. He doesn't trust others so easily at first so if you seek friendship with this male it will take time.
Appearance: Dante is your average guy as far as attitude goes, he is nothing special. While most guys his age would rather keep their hair short and obsess over fitness, he is quite the opposite. His locks are dark and long, hiding most of his features and his icy hued orbs. If his father were alive today, the two would look nearly identical all except for the eyes, Dante has his mother's eyes. As far as build goes, he is average, not too buff but has enough muscle to grab a girl's attention and protect himself if necessary. He is after all an alpha.
Pros: Intelligent, cunning, strong
Cons: Big heart, falls in love too easily.
Back story: Born into a pack far north of the United States, in Iceland, his life was anything but normal besides having lycan blood running through his veins. At the age of seven he witnessed the slow slaughter of his parents and younger sister; watched as they were ripped apart. It was punishment for his parents eloping and conceiving not one but two children against pack laws, especially between two packs that were at war. Every tear, every scream, every sickening cackle made that torturous night, echoes in his mind. The images replay in his frequent nightmares, plaguing him each and every time he falls asleep. For a few years, he ran, and ran, and ran some more as it was all that he could do; he had no way to protect himself.
His running was put to a halt when a small family vacationing in the mountains stumbled upon the dirtied and frightened child who didn't speak a lick of English. Being sympathetic towards young Dante, they brought him back home with them. He learned their human ways as if it was natural for him, they accepted him as one of their own. The young lad even had a few other children to socialize with who also accepted him as their brother. All seemed... Fine. But when he reached the age where he would first shift, once more did he lose yet another family. It wasn't like Dante had any control over his morphing, or the actions that followed; he never meant to cause the harm that he did. He was just... just so hungry... It was easy disposing them, such helpless humans, helpless tasty humans. Twelve years have passed since then...
Human Form Wolf Form
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Alpha
Personality: A few things have changed with the lad though he has never stopped running for his life. No where has seemed safe enough. But now, anger has swelled within him, the taste for revenge growing stronger and stronger each day. What he now desires is a pack, one to lead him into victory dare his old pack find him, and one for the sake of having one. Dante has hesitance though, that fear that was instilled into him as a child still thrives within him. All and all, aside from his unfortunate past, Dante is a gentle soul to those he holds dear, loyal right down to his very core, but is nonetheless vicious when provoked. He doesn't trust others so easily at first so if you seek friendship with this male it will take time.
Appearance: Dante is your average guy as far as attitude goes, he is nothing special. While most guys his age would rather keep their hair short and obsess over fitness, he is quite the opposite. His locks are dark and long, hiding most of his features and his icy hued orbs. If his father were alive today, the two would look nearly identical all except for the eyes, Dante has his mother's eyes. As far as build goes, he is average, not too buff but has enough muscle to grab a girl's attention and protect himself if necessary. He is after all an alpha.
Pros: Intelligent, cunning, strong
Cons: Big heart, falls in love too easily.
Back story: Born into a pack far north of the United States, in Iceland, his life was anything but normal besides having lycan blood running through his veins. At the age of seven he witnessed the slow slaughter of his parents and younger sister; watched as they were ripped apart. It was punishment for his parents eloping and conceiving not one but two children against pack laws, especially between two packs that were at war. Every tear, every scream, every sickening cackle made that torturous night, echoes in his mind. The images replay in his frequent nightmares, plaguing him each and every time he falls asleep. For a few years, he ran, and ran, and ran some more as it was all that he could do; he had no way to protect himself.
His running was put to a halt when a small family vacationing in the mountains stumbled upon the dirtied and frightened child who didn't speak a lick of English. Being sympathetic towards young Dante, they brought him back home with them. He learned their human ways as if it was natural for him, they accepted him as one of their own. The young lad even had a few other children to socialize with who also accepted him as their brother. All seemed... Fine. But when he reached the age where he would first shift, once more did he lose yet another family. It wasn't like Dante had any control over his morphing, or the actions that followed; he never meant to cause the harm that he did. He was just... just so hungry... It was easy disposing them, such helpless humans, helpless tasty humans. Twelve years have passed since then...
Human Form Wolf Form
