Post by .:Mink:. on Nov 22, 2007 20:32:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Amadeus Leo Constantine
*Alias: "Ammy" or "Amy" to annoy him.
*Werewolf alias: "Vulcan" because that, in Roman mythology [what Amadeus grew up learning], was the god of fire. "Fuzzy" to annoy him. Known to humans as "the Golden Death."
Gender: I think it's a boy
Appearance || Actual age: 23 || Unknown, even to him
Hair color *and style: Golden.
Human eye color || Werewolf eye color: Light chocolate || Blood red
Eye burn-marking description: soon, beetches
Human height || Werewolf height: 7'2" || 8'9" standing normally, knees bent and shoulders slightly slouched. 10' when standing perfectly straight.
Pack: Twilight
Pack Status: High Alpha
Moon phase: Waxing crescent
[Un]controlled?: Controlled.
HHH: Hatred.
Allergies: Pure gold... and extremely sensitive to it. If it is even within a hundred feet of him, it will affect him.. Think of it as his Kryptonite.
Repellent: Mistletoe. [-is such a Dr. Who geek-]
Special skill: Can jump very high and very far from a stand-still or while running. He has never actually jumped to his limits, so not even he is sure just how far he can jump.
Human physical description: Coming from where he did, he is the splitting image of the Nefaasian cliché; tall with light hair and dark eyes... Muscled. Golden hair, long and spiked, parted on left side, and pulled into a ponytail. Light chocolate eyes. Pale complexion. Scarred in many places. Sharp nails and teeth. Keeps wolf ears and tail.
Werewolf physical description: Two-legged; tall and muscled. Long, spiked golden fur with brown, tan, and black markings. Blood red eyes. Mane is black, and more like the mane of an animal than human hair. Tail is long and with the same spiked fur. Ears are long and thin, as are maw, claws, limbs, and generally his overall build.
Personality: Hates humans with a burning passion. Is obsessed with power and killing. Being old, he is very smart but he is also very stubborn and usually chooses to be ignorant. He is quick to pick fights but has not lost a one as of yet. A brilliant tactician and a skilled fighter, but he always assumes an opponent is weaker than him and that is likely to be his downfall. That is, if it ever comes.
History: The eldest of the Nefaasians knew what terrors lurked about the world. It was for this reason that the massive Wall was built around the city. No citizen was allowed to leave the city limits, and no one other than traders were permitted inside; and never to even stay overnight. Amadeus Leo Constantine was born almost one hundred years after the Wall separated Nefaas from the rest of the world. Growing up, he hated the sheltered life that he lived, but it was not like he hated everything. He loved his parents like any other child would, he loved his friends like any friend would. Of course, one had to admit that the life of a Nefaasian was a good one, but to Amadeus, it was never enough... He needed more. There was so much to know that he didn't know, and he was always trying to get people who knew too much to tell him about things. As he grew, he went from innocent child to sneaky troublemaker, and most of the people in the city looked down upon him.
One night, when the boy was eighteen, he decided that he could wait no longer and somehow managed to slip out of the city. And so his real life began.
The world was more amazing than Amadeus had ever imagined, and he wondered pitifully why no one in his hometown wanted him or anyone else to know what splendors there were out there. He was too ignorant to realize that things like the werewolf that attacked him were the reason they cut off contact with the world. He continued wondering when he met a girl practically his age. He continued wondering when they became friends. The wonder of it stupefied him when they fell in love, were married, and had a child.
He still didn't know why the other Nefaasians wanted no part of the world. What he had found in the world was a love that he could never have found in his sheltered hometown. Sure, there had been women, and sure, he could have married one of them and had a daughter just the same as the one he had with Eloise, but it would not have been the same.
Amadeus never did tell Eloise what the tooth-like scars on his arm were. He never told her that the monster that had given him the scars had also transferred to him a curse. Every waxing crescent moon, he left her and transformed into a creature known as a werewolf. She never knew. He never intended to tell her. It took him only a few years--about ten, three of which their daughter was raised during--to learn to control his werewolf form. It was not perfect, of course, but he knew at least that if she were ever to find out, he would not accidentally harm her.
One crescent moon, he had gotten so wrapped up in something at home that he forgot what night it was.
He transformed, and Eloise saw.
Immediately, she took the child and fled from the lycanthrope despite that he made no actions suggesting that he would attack them. She did not trust him. Then again, she never did tell anyone what he was. Amadeus, hurt and alone, could only mourn his loss.
Two years later, he happened to come across Eloise again. This time, he saw her with another man. Married to another man. And that was when his hate began.
Enraged, the man transformed even though it was not his appropriate time, and killed--slaughtered--Eloise and the other man. He could not, however, bring himself to kill his daughter, so instead left her for dead. She was, after all, only six.
Once Amadeus realized what he had done, he was both ashamed and satisfied. He vowed to destroy the beast that had made him what he was, and also vowed to eliminate every human that could be considered happy in any way. His logic was that if he was not allowed happiness, no one was... Especially not humans, who were always so quick to become prejudiced.
By the time he did catch up with the were that infected him, he had grown strong. After all, he had had hundreds of years to perfect his lycanthropy. He was ready to exact his revenge, but his glory was taken when another werewolf killed the one that infected him. From the first moment, Amadeus hated the one that had stolen his revenge; Ismirshalen Linnaeus. To this day, he takes special care to make the teen's life miserable, and has sworn to himself to also kill Ismir... especially after that day in the coffee shop when his weakness of gold was first exhibited.
*Attire: Dark, dark gray muscle tee. Black courdoroy pants. Black leather steel-toed boots that go halfway up the calves.
*Accessories: Fishnet sleeve on right arm that covers where he was bitten--it isn't a very pretty sight, so he keeps it hidden constantly. Bandage wrapped around part of his tail--it was broken some time ago, and never really healed properly. Leather goods: plain belt that goes through the loops, and a studded belt that hangs down from one loop; studded collar and studded arm band, connected by a thick steel chain; fingerless gloves that go a little ways past the wrist, with studs on the wrists and knuckles.
*Weapons: Two handguns [model: Glock 18c], loaded at all times with silver bullets. He also has some other metals and naturally occurring substances. Also, a silver knife and somewhere, a stash of silver-and-unicorn-horn chains... one of the few things that can restrain werewolves.
*Anything Else?: Three traits... Retain: Hatred. Gain: A joy in killing. Lose: Common sense... Relies totally on instinct.
*Theme: Afraid of Me - Twiztid AND pretty much anything by Neuroticfish
*Alias: "Ammy" or "Amy" to annoy him.
*Werewolf alias: "Vulcan" because that, in Roman mythology [what Amadeus grew up learning], was the god of fire. "Fuzzy" to annoy him. Known to humans as "the Golden Death."
Gender: I think it's a boy
Appearance || Actual age: 23 || Unknown, even to him
Hair color *and style: Golden.
Human eye color || Werewolf eye color: Light chocolate || Blood red
Eye burn-marking description: soon, beetches
Human height || Werewolf height: 7'2" || 8'9" standing normally, knees bent and shoulders slightly slouched. 10' when standing perfectly straight.
Pack: Twilight
Pack Status: High Alpha
Moon phase: Waxing crescent
[Un]controlled?: Controlled.
HHH: Hatred.
Allergies: Pure gold... and extremely sensitive to it. If it is even within a hundred feet of him, it will affect him.. Think of it as his Kryptonite.
Repellent: Mistletoe. [-is such a Dr. Who geek-]
Special skill: Can jump very high and very far from a stand-still or while running. He has never actually jumped to his limits, so not even he is sure just how far he can jump.
Human physical description: Coming from where he did, he is the splitting image of the Nefaasian cliché; tall with light hair and dark eyes... Muscled. Golden hair, long and spiked, parted on left side, and pulled into a ponytail. Light chocolate eyes. Pale complexion. Scarred in many places. Sharp nails and teeth. Keeps wolf ears and tail.
Werewolf physical description: Two-legged; tall and muscled. Long, spiked golden fur with brown, tan, and black markings. Blood red eyes. Mane is black, and more like the mane of an animal than human hair. Tail is long and with the same spiked fur. Ears are long and thin, as are maw, claws, limbs, and generally his overall build.
Personality: Hates humans with a burning passion. Is obsessed with power and killing. Being old, he is very smart but he is also very stubborn and usually chooses to be ignorant. He is quick to pick fights but has not lost a one as of yet. A brilliant tactician and a skilled fighter, but he always assumes an opponent is weaker than him and that is likely to be his downfall. That is, if it ever comes.
History: The eldest of the Nefaasians knew what terrors lurked about the world. It was for this reason that the massive Wall was built around the city. No citizen was allowed to leave the city limits, and no one other than traders were permitted inside; and never to even stay overnight. Amadeus Leo Constantine was born almost one hundred years after the Wall separated Nefaas from the rest of the world. Growing up, he hated the sheltered life that he lived, but it was not like he hated everything. He loved his parents like any other child would, he loved his friends like any friend would. Of course, one had to admit that the life of a Nefaasian was a good one, but to Amadeus, it was never enough... He needed more. There was so much to know that he didn't know, and he was always trying to get people who knew too much to tell him about things. As he grew, he went from innocent child to sneaky troublemaker, and most of the people in the city looked down upon him.
One night, when the boy was eighteen, he decided that he could wait no longer and somehow managed to slip out of the city. And so his real life began.
The world was more amazing than Amadeus had ever imagined, and he wondered pitifully why no one in his hometown wanted him or anyone else to know what splendors there were out there. He was too ignorant to realize that things like the werewolf that attacked him were the reason they cut off contact with the world. He continued wondering when he met a girl practically his age. He continued wondering when they became friends. The wonder of it stupefied him when they fell in love, were married, and had a child.
He still didn't know why the other Nefaasians wanted no part of the world. What he had found in the world was a love that he could never have found in his sheltered hometown. Sure, there had been women, and sure, he could have married one of them and had a daughter just the same as the one he had with Eloise, but it would not have been the same.
Amadeus never did tell Eloise what the tooth-like scars on his arm were. He never told her that the monster that had given him the scars had also transferred to him a curse. Every waxing crescent moon, he left her and transformed into a creature known as a werewolf. She never knew. He never intended to tell her. It took him only a few years--about ten, three of which their daughter was raised during--to learn to control his werewolf form. It was not perfect, of course, but he knew at least that if she were ever to find out, he would not accidentally harm her.
One crescent moon, he had gotten so wrapped up in something at home that he forgot what night it was.
He transformed, and Eloise saw.
Immediately, she took the child and fled from the lycanthrope despite that he made no actions suggesting that he would attack them. She did not trust him. Then again, she never did tell anyone what he was. Amadeus, hurt and alone, could only mourn his loss.
Two years later, he happened to come across Eloise again. This time, he saw her with another man. Married to another man. And that was when his hate began.
Enraged, the man transformed even though it was not his appropriate time, and killed--slaughtered--Eloise and the other man. He could not, however, bring himself to kill his daughter, so instead left her for dead. She was, after all, only six.
Once Amadeus realized what he had done, he was both ashamed and satisfied. He vowed to destroy the beast that had made him what he was, and also vowed to eliminate every human that could be considered happy in any way. His logic was that if he was not allowed happiness, no one was... Especially not humans, who were always so quick to become prejudiced.
By the time he did catch up with the were that infected him, he had grown strong. After all, he had had hundreds of years to perfect his lycanthropy. He was ready to exact his revenge, but his glory was taken when another werewolf killed the one that infected him. From the first moment, Amadeus hated the one that had stolen his revenge; Ismirshalen Linnaeus. To this day, he takes special care to make the teen's life miserable, and has sworn to himself to also kill Ismir... especially after that day in the coffee shop when his weakness of gold was first exhibited.
*Attire: Dark, dark gray muscle tee. Black courdoroy pants. Black leather steel-toed boots that go halfway up the calves.
*Accessories: Fishnet sleeve on right arm that covers where he was bitten--it isn't a very pretty sight, so he keeps it hidden constantly. Bandage wrapped around part of his tail--it was broken some time ago, and never really healed properly. Leather goods: plain belt that goes through the loops, and a studded belt that hangs down from one loop; studded collar and studded arm band, connected by a thick steel chain; fingerless gloves that go a little ways past the wrist, with studs on the wrists and knuckles.
*Weapons: Two handguns [model: Glock 18c], loaded at all times with silver bullets. He also has some other metals and naturally occurring substances. Also, a silver knife and somewhere, a stash of silver-and-unicorn-horn chains... one of the few things that can restrain werewolves.
*Anything Else?: Three traits... Retain: Hatred. Gain: A joy in killing. Lose: Common sense... Relies totally on instinct.
*Theme: Afraid of Me - Twiztid AND pretty much anything by Neuroticfish
