Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 10, 2008 14:10:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Georg Hans Weiss
*Alias: Lord Loki, Prince of Pain, Wizard of Lies
*Werewolf alias: None, doesn’t transform.
Gender: Male
Appearance || Actual age: 20
Hair color *and style: Very very bright [and light] blonde hair, perfectly straight and a bit poofy at the bottom. Bangs are perfectly straight cut and rest just a couple centimeters above the eyebrows, while the rest goes down to his chin and is also cut perfectly straight. Gives him a sort of princely appearance.
Human eye color || Werewolf eye color: Very bright and icy blue in color, the kind of blue that you cant hold eye contact with no matter how hard you try. || Doesn’t transform.
Eye burn-marking description: Doesn’t transform.
Human height || Werewolf height: 6’2” || Doesn’t transform.
Pack: Dog Soldiers
Pack Status: Leader
Moon phase: Doesn’t transform.
[Un]controlled?: Doesn’t transform.
HHH: Doesn’t transform.
Allergies: Dog Soldiers have none, but they die from being bitten by a normal werewolf.
Repellents: Dog Soldiers have none, but they die from being bitten by a normal werewolf.
Special skill: Georg has the ability to control the amount of pain someone is feeling, either from a specific wound, multiple wounds, or simply the area he is touching them just by touching them. Say, if they have been stabbed by a knife, and Georg touches it, he can control the amount of pain they are feeling by either heightening it or lowering it. He could simply touch them on the skin and cause that area to burst out in as much pain as he desires, able to make them feel as if they were being stabbed, or much worse. He can also channel that power through anything he is holding, such as a knife that he could be stabbing them with, making the power go through the knife to be able to raise or lessen the pain as he wished. The lowest he can get is to being completely numb. The highest he can get, well, none have lived to tell. But, as I said before, he has to be touching them or touching the thing that is touching them. A gun would have no effect, as the bullet leaves the gun which is touching his hand.
Human physical description: Georg is a very finely crafted man. His skin is a delicate sheet white color, his fingers long and thin, every feature as if a master artist had created them. His nose is straight and pointed, and his ears are also slightly, noticeably but not EXTREMELY noticeable pointed. You’d have to be looking for it to really notice it. Though for how pretty he looks, he is very thin. There is hardly any fat on his body, and the only muscle he has is far from being immensely powerful. However, he does have some muscle, make no mistake. But the amount of muscle he has is hardly of any matter to him, because his superhuman werewolf strength is able to easily break even a bodybuilding human into submission. He doesn’t have much trouble with those of the werewolf variety, either, though those with large muscular forms may present some issues. His eyes are slanted and a bit narrow, giving him a sort of regal appearance. Which brings me to a very vital thing about him. He looks like a prince. Not the buff, muscular kind of prince, but nonetheless a prince.
Werewolf physical description: Doesn’t transform.
Personality: When you look at this man, you see a prince. Well, his actual personality isn’t that far off. The only real difference is he just so happens not to be a prince. Maybe prince of pain. Not exactly the kind most think of. Having been raised in an old British foster home most of his life, and at that a very wealthy one, he is quite posh. A bit outdatedly so. Not exactly what you would find in Britain today. Think of those fancy pantsy vampires. You’re getting there. Now add an unquenchable desire to torture the souls out of almost every living being on earth, and you’ve got Georg. Though, if you called him that name, he would most likely put you to a slow and painful… life. Death, he thinks, is charity compared to what he can do. He prefers being called [Lord] Loki, or the Wizard of Lies. I could add a bunch more, but this will have to suffice for now.
History: Georg was born in Oxford, Britain, though he was of German heritage. And he might have retained a bit of German in himself, too, if not for the fact that they were murdered the night he was born. So basically, he is hardly German at all, except for by blood. But then again, not even by blood anymore, considering the kind that now flows through his veins. But anyway. A few days after his birth, he was found by a neighbor, but they were unable to support him, so he was given away to the local orphanage. This orphanage just so happened to be the same one Ismirshalen Linnaeus lived in, though he was around a bit before the to-be Dawn alpha was born. Georg lived a pretty innocent life as a toddler, though he never quite got along with the other children. Actually, he hardly ever spoke to them. It was a while before he even learned how to speak. Actually, I’ll refine that even more. He never spoke. Everyone at the orphanage thought he was a mute.
Not long after Georg had gotten there, maybe a year or so, Ismirshalen was added to the small family of orphaned children. Though their futures would later become very entwined, the two hardly ever crossed each other’s paths, which was perfectly fine by them. Georg hardly crossed paths with anyone there if he didn’t have to. The only time he really ever saw anyone there was when they were all sent outside to play.
A few years later, when Georg was about 7 years of age [Ismirshalen about 5] another child was given to the orphanage. He was about 9 years old. And he was the cruelest boy that any of the children at the orphanage had ever encountered. It took only but two weeks for the new boy to have hurt all of the other children in some way, threatening to hurt them more unless they decided to “join” his group and do whatever he told them. All of them joined. All of them except for Georg, and though he was not aware of it, Ismirshalen also. Georg didn’t know anything about what the new boy did to Izzy, so I will not include that in this. But he sure did know what the new boy had done to him. He has never forgotten a moment on it up to this day. Every moment of it, every second of his new life was Hell. The already very antisocial, mute boy became even more withdrawn. He started hiding whenever it was time to go out and play. But the new boy eventually figured him out, and would find him and do terrible things to him. Hatred for this boy, this terrible bully, started building up inside Georg. It practically consumed everything that made him, and had burned paths in his mind that could never be healed.
Seven years later, Georg struck back.
It all started when he turned 12. The tortured boy couldn’t take it anymore. He was beyond repair. The hatred inside him was so intense, and he had to let it out. The kid started bringing in small animals, like the rats that roamed the attic, or even the newborn kittens that could always be found outside, and would bring them to his room with a knife and a few other utensils from the kitchen. He started out by doing things like simply cutting the little creatures. But that wasn’t enough. It soon escalated to dismembering them of limbs, for he liked the sound of their pain. However, taking off a whole leg killed them much too easily, and it wasn’t satisfying him. He started devising ways to torture these small creatures, causing them as much pain as possible before killing them. He’d cut off ears. He’d pull off their nails, one by one. Suffocate them with bags. Each time, things got more elaborate.
But the bully kept hurting him. He had to be stopped. That’s when he snapped, when he was 14 years old.
On the day he turned 14, Georg murdered the bully. He had managed to knock the bulky mass out, and dragged him to the kid’s own room. There he had tortured him, though in much more brutal ways than he had ever tortured a living being. He had been about to kill him, but then something had gone through his mind. He was actually going to kill someone. A human. So he became immensely frightened. But not because of what he knew he was doing. It was because he wished not to be caught. At that point, he had no care for life whatsoever, in any form. He felt no guilt killing things. It was all about getting caught. So he thought up a brilliant plan, and executed it with such admirable skill, leaving nothing for them to figure out it was his doing. He made it look as if the bully had hung himself from the ceiling and suffocated. Of coarse, he could do nothing to hide the fact that the boy was missing all his nails, or some fingers, or an eye, or the puncture marks in his ribs from where wires had been put through, or the huge gap in him where his kidneys had been removed without any anesthetics. Or the many other gruesome things that Georg had inflected upon him. So the instant after he had done the deed, he took his little belongings and left the orphanage. And as he stood outside the door, then was when he spoke his first word ever, in a voice that was cracked from, well, never having been used.
“Goodbye.”
*Attire: Georg wears a pair of black leather gloves that reach up to his elbows [full finger], a black leather trench coat with a high collar that goes up to his chin and silver chains connecting horizontally across the three pairs of silver buttons on the front that goes down to a few inches below his knees, black leather pants, and studded leather boots up to the knees. He likes to look frightening and posh at the same time. And he likes to blend in to the dark. Ahem. He’s wearing black. Cough, cough.
*Accessories: A golden pocket watch.
*Weapons: Georg carries two black glocks, both loaded with silver bullets, and a silver knife on a black leather belt.
*Anything Else?: It did not take long for Georg to find out about the werewolves living in Odirais Isle. And it did not take long for him to hate them immensely. He became head of a murderous group called the Dog Soldiers, who were genetically altered by a serum that gave those infected werewolf qualities. All of them except being able to transform. A side effect of the serum was it would give the one infected slightly pointy ears. Helps identify them, if you happen to see their ears [his happen to be hidden under his hair]. But anyway. The serum is so that the Dog Soldiers have the power to stand up to and eliminate the werewolves, which is purely futile for just a delicate human. As deadly as this group is, no werewolf yet knows of their existence, and the humans who have found out have either been drafted into the group. Or have never seen the light of day again. Georg’s motives for wanting to exterminate the werewolves, however, are a mystery.
*Theme:
*Alias: Lord Loki, Prince of Pain, Wizard of Lies
*Werewolf alias: None, doesn’t transform.
Gender: Male
Appearance || Actual age: 20
Hair color *and style: Very very bright [and light] blonde hair, perfectly straight and a bit poofy at the bottom. Bangs are perfectly straight cut and rest just a couple centimeters above the eyebrows, while the rest goes down to his chin and is also cut perfectly straight. Gives him a sort of princely appearance.
Human eye color || Werewolf eye color: Very bright and icy blue in color, the kind of blue that you cant hold eye contact with no matter how hard you try. || Doesn’t transform.
Eye burn-marking description: Doesn’t transform.
Human height || Werewolf height: 6’2” || Doesn’t transform.
Pack: Dog Soldiers
Pack Status: Leader
Moon phase: Doesn’t transform.
[Un]controlled?: Doesn’t transform.
HHH: Doesn’t transform.
Allergies: Dog Soldiers have none, but they die from being bitten by a normal werewolf.
Repellents: Dog Soldiers have none, but they die from being bitten by a normal werewolf.
Special skill: Georg has the ability to control the amount of pain someone is feeling, either from a specific wound, multiple wounds, or simply the area he is touching them just by touching them. Say, if they have been stabbed by a knife, and Georg touches it, he can control the amount of pain they are feeling by either heightening it or lowering it. He could simply touch them on the skin and cause that area to burst out in as much pain as he desires, able to make them feel as if they were being stabbed, or much worse. He can also channel that power through anything he is holding, such as a knife that he could be stabbing them with, making the power go through the knife to be able to raise or lessen the pain as he wished. The lowest he can get is to being completely numb. The highest he can get, well, none have lived to tell. But, as I said before, he has to be touching them or touching the thing that is touching them. A gun would have no effect, as the bullet leaves the gun which is touching his hand.
Human physical description: Georg is a very finely crafted man. His skin is a delicate sheet white color, his fingers long and thin, every feature as if a master artist had created them. His nose is straight and pointed, and his ears are also slightly, noticeably but not EXTREMELY noticeable pointed. You’d have to be looking for it to really notice it. Though for how pretty he looks, he is very thin. There is hardly any fat on his body, and the only muscle he has is far from being immensely powerful. However, he does have some muscle, make no mistake. But the amount of muscle he has is hardly of any matter to him, because his superhuman werewolf strength is able to easily break even a bodybuilding human into submission. He doesn’t have much trouble with those of the werewolf variety, either, though those with large muscular forms may present some issues. His eyes are slanted and a bit narrow, giving him a sort of regal appearance. Which brings me to a very vital thing about him. He looks like a prince. Not the buff, muscular kind of prince, but nonetheless a prince.
Werewolf physical description: Doesn’t transform.
Personality: When you look at this man, you see a prince. Well, his actual personality isn’t that far off. The only real difference is he just so happens not to be a prince. Maybe prince of pain. Not exactly the kind most think of. Having been raised in an old British foster home most of his life, and at that a very wealthy one, he is quite posh. A bit outdatedly so. Not exactly what you would find in Britain today. Think of those fancy pantsy vampires. You’re getting there. Now add an unquenchable desire to torture the souls out of almost every living being on earth, and you’ve got Georg. Though, if you called him that name, he would most likely put you to a slow and painful… life. Death, he thinks, is charity compared to what he can do. He prefers being called [Lord] Loki, or the Wizard of Lies. I could add a bunch more, but this will have to suffice for now.
History: Georg was born in Oxford, Britain, though he was of German heritage. And he might have retained a bit of German in himself, too, if not for the fact that they were murdered the night he was born. So basically, he is hardly German at all, except for by blood. But then again, not even by blood anymore, considering the kind that now flows through his veins. But anyway. A few days after his birth, he was found by a neighbor, but they were unable to support him, so he was given away to the local orphanage. This orphanage just so happened to be the same one Ismirshalen Linnaeus lived in, though he was around a bit before the to-be Dawn alpha was born. Georg lived a pretty innocent life as a toddler, though he never quite got along with the other children. Actually, he hardly ever spoke to them. It was a while before he even learned how to speak. Actually, I’ll refine that even more. He never spoke. Everyone at the orphanage thought he was a mute.
Not long after Georg had gotten there, maybe a year or so, Ismirshalen was added to the small family of orphaned children. Though their futures would later become very entwined, the two hardly ever crossed each other’s paths, which was perfectly fine by them. Georg hardly crossed paths with anyone there if he didn’t have to. The only time he really ever saw anyone there was when they were all sent outside to play.
A few years later, when Georg was about 7 years of age [Ismirshalen about 5] another child was given to the orphanage. He was about 9 years old. And he was the cruelest boy that any of the children at the orphanage had ever encountered. It took only but two weeks for the new boy to have hurt all of the other children in some way, threatening to hurt them more unless they decided to “join” his group and do whatever he told them. All of them joined. All of them except for Georg, and though he was not aware of it, Ismirshalen also. Georg didn’t know anything about what the new boy did to Izzy, so I will not include that in this. But he sure did know what the new boy had done to him. He has never forgotten a moment on it up to this day. Every moment of it, every second of his new life was Hell. The already very antisocial, mute boy became even more withdrawn. He started hiding whenever it was time to go out and play. But the new boy eventually figured him out, and would find him and do terrible things to him. Hatred for this boy, this terrible bully, started building up inside Georg. It practically consumed everything that made him, and had burned paths in his mind that could never be healed.
Seven years later, Georg struck back.
It all started when he turned 12. The tortured boy couldn’t take it anymore. He was beyond repair. The hatred inside him was so intense, and he had to let it out. The kid started bringing in small animals, like the rats that roamed the attic, or even the newborn kittens that could always be found outside, and would bring them to his room with a knife and a few other utensils from the kitchen. He started out by doing things like simply cutting the little creatures. But that wasn’t enough. It soon escalated to dismembering them of limbs, for he liked the sound of their pain. However, taking off a whole leg killed them much too easily, and it wasn’t satisfying him. He started devising ways to torture these small creatures, causing them as much pain as possible before killing them. He’d cut off ears. He’d pull off their nails, one by one. Suffocate them with bags. Each time, things got more elaborate.
But the bully kept hurting him. He had to be stopped. That’s when he snapped, when he was 14 years old.
On the day he turned 14, Georg murdered the bully. He had managed to knock the bulky mass out, and dragged him to the kid’s own room. There he had tortured him, though in much more brutal ways than he had ever tortured a living being. He had been about to kill him, but then something had gone through his mind. He was actually going to kill someone. A human. So he became immensely frightened. But not because of what he knew he was doing. It was because he wished not to be caught. At that point, he had no care for life whatsoever, in any form. He felt no guilt killing things. It was all about getting caught. So he thought up a brilliant plan, and executed it with such admirable skill, leaving nothing for them to figure out it was his doing. He made it look as if the bully had hung himself from the ceiling and suffocated. Of coarse, he could do nothing to hide the fact that the boy was missing all his nails, or some fingers, or an eye, or the puncture marks in his ribs from where wires had been put through, or the huge gap in him where his kidneys had been removed without any anesthetics. Or the many other gruesome things that Georg had inflected upon him. So the instant after he had done the deed, he took his little belongings and left the orphanage. And as he stood outside the door, then was when he spoke his first word ever, in a voice that was cracked from, well, never having been used.
“Goodbye.”
*Attire: Georg wears a pair of black leather gloves that reach up to his elbows [full finger], a black leather trench coat with a high collar that goes up to his chin and silver chains connecting horizontally across the three pairs of silver buttons on the front that goes down to a few inches below his knees, black leather pants, and studded leather boots up to the knees. He likes to look frightening and posh at the same time. And he likes to blend in to the dark. Ahem. He’s wearing black. Cough, cough.
*Accessories: A golden pocket watch.
*Weapons: Georg carries two black glocks, both loaded with silver bullets, and a silver knife on a black leather belt.
*Anything Else?: It did not take long for Georg to find out about the werewolves living in Odirais Isle. And it did not take long for him to hate them immensely. He became head of a murderous group called the Dog Soldiers, who were genetically altered by a serum that gave those infected werewolf qualities. All of them except being able to transform. A side effect of the serum was it would give the one infected slightly pointy ears. Helps identify them, if you happen to see their ears [his happen to be hidden under his hair]. But anyway. The serum is so that the Dog Soldiers have the power to stand up to and eliminate the werewolves, which is purely futile for just a delicate human. As deadly as this group is, no werewolf yet knows of their existence, and the humans who have found out have either been drafted into the group. Or have never seen the light of day again. Georg’s motives for wanting to exterminate the werewolves, however, are a mystery.
*Theme:
