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Guthix SS4

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Seems like a good thread... Want to restart it?

((Actually the thread this time around is just starting just needs people to join it. Join it if you want, it is a good thread.))
and nothing was spoiled :P

22-Sep-2014 23:29:50

[#RP5L0ZK33]

[#RP5L0ZK33]

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Name: Andrew Huskers
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf

Human Appearance: Andrew was born with hetero**romia iridum. His left eye is blue and his right eye is amber, dubbing him ‘Husky’ as his family nickname due to the dog’s tendency for the same eye patterns. He has a rich, oak coloured hair which is swepped up into a quiff with a choppy back and sides, trimmed and cropped but never neat. Andrew sports a hastily shaven beard which is usually a visible stubble or a wee bit thicker but never grows it long. He has a strong farmer’s physique which suits his livelihood and stands at 5”10. His body is riddled with healed scars, mostly on his legs with a noticeable ugly bite mark in his side. He’s very self-conscious of his body and covers it modestly.

For clothes, he usually wears something productive. Dark blue jeans tucked into steel-toed black worker’s boots and a red/black chequered lumber jacket with white wool on the inside and around the collar for comfort and warmth. His tshirts change every day but are always plain, no matter their colour.

Werewolf Appearance: Andrew becomes a 6”2 bulk of muscle and fur after he transforms. He retains his biped structure although can still walk and run on all fours, especially when on the hunt. His fur is the same oak wood colour as his hair and his claws stretch a good few inches. His eyes stay the same colour and are arguably the only part of him that remains in this form.

Personality: Andrew is dealing with a lot of grief, trauma and instability. His method of focus is his work of caring for animals and meditation, which he practices for hours per day. He’s slowly regaining sound control of his mind but he needs help. He has not smiled or laughed in years and can break into a sudden rage or cry within seconds. Under this broken mind, he’s still the compassionate, loyal and trustworthy man he was before the transformation. With patient and understanding friends, it’s possible he can recover.

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[#RP5L0ZK33]

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Short History: Andrew was born and raised in Silvermoon, into a large family of mother and father, two sisters, one brother and several distant relatives living on the outskirts. His was a country family, on his mother’s side, although she was the oddball of the family who preferred the arts and philosophy instead of ploughing fields and nursing sheep. Her name was Gillian and was the first in the family to move into Silvermoon for college, where she met the fledging horror writer Paul Huskers and later married.

Andrew was the first born in the family and the oldest of his siblings. Although raised in the city, he wishfully gazed at the stars and would stay out in the country with his distant relatives whenever the opportunity arose. It was out there, on his 16th birthday when he was out hunting with his grandfather –Lorick- where his life changed forever.

They were following deer tracks over two days and camped within a coven of trees under a full moon. Andrew stirred in his tent as a foul, musky odour filled the air. A hunched shadow blocked any light the moon shared over the tent as the sounds of the forest seemed to deafen. As Andrew wearily muttered ‘Lor-‘ all hell broke loose. The thing outside ripped open the tent like paper and thrashing claws and fangs snapped, teared and slashed in Andrew’s vision. He could only scream as his sleeping bed slowly grew warm and slick with copper-smelling blood, his feet weakly kicking at whatever the creature was as blackness filled the corners of his eyes. The pain was becoming more dull, more distant. He did*’t know what was happening anymore and if he had died, he wouldn’t care.

Andrew woke thirty three days later at the hospital, where his mother had stayed every waking hour. He was weak but seemed remarkably alright, if you ignored the deep fresh scars on his legs, chest, back, arms and the tooth marks in his side.

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[#RP5L0ZK33]

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Apparently his grandfather shot at the beast and it ran into the bear traps scattered on the outside of the camp. Lorick would not go into details about what he did with the creature, but everyone could finally relax and become a family again.
Andrew could go home in the next week, but therapy would begin to help with his newfound paranoia, night terrors and sudden peaks of rage. He began to meditate to control his thoughts and things seemed to get better again. Until the first transformation.

Andrew woke curled up in his garden, clothes tattered and body aching as if every fiber of him had been stretched and moulded. He was sticky and cracked with drying blood, organs, hair and that’s when the details stopped registering. In a blind panic, he screamed and scrambled away from a pool of body matter which left a trail of blood from the back door of the house to the front of the garden.

Lorick, his grandfather, just watched, his face pale and streamed with tears. He wrapped a blanket around Andrew and ushered him into his truck. Andrew was too weak and in shock to protest. Apparently his father had phoned Lorick when the massacre began. When Andrew had transformed into a werewolf and began shredding everything that moved in the house. When Lorick arrived in the dead of night, the house was quiet and Andrew –or, the werewolf Andrew- was crouched in the garden, feeding on one of his sisters. Lorick had waited in the truck until morning. His suspicions had been true. He had killed a werewolf in the forest, but he thought he’d be locked up in an asylum if he spread that story. Now his silence had cost the lives of his dear family and he’d bear that guilt until his grave. In the morning, as Andrew lay unconscious, Lorick gathered the dead relatives into the back of his truck, under sheets for disposal. He couldn’t do much about the blood, but Andrew’s father was a horror writer. Maybe the police would write it off as a sick publicity stunt.

01-Oct-2014 15:47:25

[#RP5L0ZK33]

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They probably wouldn’t consider the alternative.

Whatever progress Andrew made in therapy was cut to ribbons. He lived with Lorick on his farm, learned how to care for animals and helped at the veterinarian office in SilverMoon. He meditated and slowly came to terms with everything once again, although he still has a lot of work to do. Every full moon, Andrew would be changed in the barn with a sheep to feast on. Only his grandfather knew of this secret and to this day, they’ve kept it that way.

Other: Andrew is left handed. He also had killed someone 24 hours after being bitten, though his grandfather never mentions it. When they reached a couple of hikers for help, Andrew was driven into a frenzy from fever and ripped out their throats before they could react and fell into a coma.

Andrew Huskers/19/Male/Werewolf/Huskery

((The history was longer than I thought, but it's important for character development. XD I feel reallllly cheaty for forgetting about the killing someone after being bitten rule and had to add something hasty there. O-o))

01-Oct-2014 15:49:00 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2014 21:47:21 by [#RP5L0ZK33]

BenCantSleep

BenCantSleep

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Name - Dr. Kzar (Thantos is his first name, but he is usually referred to as Dr. Kzar)

Age 87

Gender Male

Race Vampire

Appearance Jet black hair and a pale face, but a warm smile. He is not as young as a vampire should look, but that is because surgeries are so rare these days... this results in some smile wrinkles and a slightly hollowed out face, but otherwise he doesn't look a day over thirty. He dresses up in a black suit with a clean white shirt, a sun stone hidden underneath the neckline to keep the light from harming him. He conceals a small silver dagger with a basic wooden handle.

Personality Kind and honest, Dr Kzar is respected as the main doctor here, and a very good one too. However, hidden deep in him is the regret he holds forever in his stone cold heart.

Short history Thantos once joined the night shadows as an eager new recruit, but quickly realized he had got more than he came for. He fled the vampires in his old town, and has tried desperately to repent of, or at least forget, the terrible things he had done in his youth. He decided to become a doctor because of the vampire healing abilities, and has mostly moved on... mostly.

Other

(oops :) )

Dr.Kzar/87/Male/Vampire/Than10s

03-Oct-2014 18:35:00 - Last edited on 04-Oct-2014 08:42:45 by BenCantSleep

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