Post by Thorn on Mar 8, 2011 18:49:04 GMT -5
Playby:Tyson Ritter
Name: Laik Anduin
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Wereshifter
Physical Description: Laik is a tall man who has well-formed muscles evenly distributed across his frame and is marked by effortless grace and balance of the animal he shifts into. His hair is black as a moonless midnight and his eyes are bleached blue like the midwinter sky giving him an intense stare befitting that of a stalking panther.
Attitude: Laik is his own man. He balks at any authority figure and will not hesitate to state his unorthodox personal views and stand his ground with dedication to his cause; even if it means taking a beating. He has trouble with reading and writing but rather than ask for help, he jokes it off. He loves art and maraschino cherries.[/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: Enter N/A if none
Father: Dwight Anduin
Mother: Darla Anduin
Siblings: Ohsian, Seay, Ryvar, and Pohnd
Abilities: He can turn into any animal. His go to animal is a black leopard.
History: Laik’s history is a typical story of teenage rebellion, paternal friction and running away when coming of age; unless you view it from an insider’s point of view. Laik was born into a clan of wereshifter who prefer to use the presence of a black leopard as a go to for the entire clan. He was always a handful but no one knew he would end up being an opinionated rebel who balked at the very thought of authority. His father, who was the alpha of his clan, tried to discipline the upstart but he could not get through to him. There were certain values and traditions in the clan that were expected to be followed strictly. Laik wanted nothing to do with these institutions and rituals. He was his own boss and no one was going to tell him what to do. He always got into trouble at school. No matter how the teachers approached him, he did not understand why he did not see what they told him he should be seeing. The disillusioned youth tagged them all as despicable liars who were trying to brainwash him into seeing something that was not there. He was still in grade nine when he turned 18 but he didn't have to go back to that god forsaken cult training camp they called a school. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say, quite literally described the next sequence of events that marked Laik’s young life. The morning after his 18th birthday, he was presented with a chubby, homely girl with greasy hair and missing teeth. He was informed that he was betrothed to this pock marked behemoth when he was three years old. The following evening, he was seen running as fast as he could into the woods and was never seen by his family or his clan again. He travelled for a few years until he found a job in Forks, Washington at J.T.’s Body Art.
RP Sample:
Laik might have been holding his tongue in his cheek as he concentrated on impaling the earlobes of the six month old child, but the look of fascination on the child’s innocently cherubic face said volumes as the lump in his cheek moved to his lips and revealed itself as a small deep red, round object that quickly disappeared again. The child was so focused on the elusive, little crimson item that only peaked out for a moment each time, that she didn't notice the earring being shoved through its delicate flesh. Before the child could cry, the object made another appearance and caught the child’s unstable attention once more. He always hated piercing a child, even if it was just the ears. Marking one’s body should be a person’s own choice, not one inflicted on them by their overzealous parents for the sake of the norm. But it was his job. Just as the child began to lose interest his let the cherry tip out of his mouth and deftly caught the stem in his teeth. The little girl squealed with delight as he pulled it into his mouth again and plunged the next earring home. This time he let the child cry. It was the mothers fault, not his. His job was finished the moment the back was on that earring. He bit into the cherry, stood up and handed the woman her ticket so she could pay at the front. As she walked away, he reached into the little jar full of thick red cherry juice and retrieved another morsel of fruit then popped it in his mouth. “Next.” He requested the next customer to approach his work station as he tipped the white, plastic, disposable piercing gun into the nearly full bin.
Species Code:Find it pet.
Rules Code:Find it fried chicken.[/size]
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