Post by veil on Feb 4, 2008 14:42:28 GMT -5
Name: Veil threat
Species: were-weasel
Age: just turned 18
Father: unknown
Mother: Bryony
Children: none
Height: 5'9" or 14" as a weasel
Weight: 150lbs or 2 lbs as a weasel
Personality: nice enough, kind of distant to those he doesn't know, but if you're his friend he'll risk everything for you, but if you use him he'll never forgive you; also if you hurt his friends
he'll kill you point finished.
Appearance: Human: average build, dirty blonde hair, somewhat skinny, not musclar yet he's stronger then he looks, has green eyes with a ring of orang-ish gold around the pupils, when he gets ticked off his eyes reflect hatred towards his enemies, often wears black jeans, with his favorite bomber jacket and cabbie hat. Weasel: he is lethe, has a black pelt, with a white slash across two brilliantly green eyes.
History: He lived a quiet sheltered live untill he turned 18, then he got caught in the crossfire of two warring gangs in Lennox-vegas (inside joke) somehow he found himself alive after this, yet he also found himself being not human at that time. Naturally, he freaked, when he understood what had happened he was bamboozeled (for lack of a better word). he had no idea what to do. Shocked as he was to find himself as a weasel, he managed to calm himself enough to decide to head home. Realizing he had no way in he stopped at the doorway and wondered what he was going to do, at that moment however his mother opend the door and, in a hushed voice, spoke four words, "I've been expecting this."
Likes: a good fight every now and again, pizza/mice, knives, sneaking up on someone very quietly and then scaring the daylight out of 'em.
Dislikes: arrogant/racist/sexist people, getting stepped on in the lieral sense, being whupped, having a blond moment.
Strengths: smart, cunning, agile, trained in Aikido
Weaknesses: not strong physicaly, hot-headed, he has blond moments, and when he changes to a weasel, he is small enough to be stepped on.
Special Powers: He can alter his form to that of a weasel, and has natural gift for any, non-human language, As a weasel he can understand, and still speak the human languages he normally knows.
Random Facts: has a tatoo of the the Kanjii symbol for Ki, or Chi, on his right arm, it shows up as a marking when he's a weasel,
he always has the following on his person at all times: swiss army knife (swiss-tech) , matches, a candle, and a minature first aid kit.
Though he writes with his Right hand, he does most everything else with his left.
Species: were-weasel
Age: just turned 18
Father: unknown
Mother: Bryony
Children: none
Height: 5'9" or 14" as a weasel
Weight: 150lbs or 2 lbs as a weasel
Personality: nice enough, kind of distant to those he doesn't know, but if you're his friend he'll risk everything for you, but if you use him he'll never forgive you; also if you hurt his friends
he'll kill you point finished.
Appearance: Human: average build, dirty blonde hair, somewhat skinny, not musclar yet he's stronger then he looks, has green eyes with a ring of orang-ish gold around the pupils, when he gets ticked off his eyes reflect hatred towards his enemies, often wears black jeans, with his favorite bomber jacket and cabbie hat. Weasel: he is lethe, has a black pelt, with a white slash across two brilliantly green eyes.
History: He lived a quiet sheltered live untill he turned 18, then he got caught in the crossfire of two warring gangs in Lennox-vegas (inside joke) somehow he found himself alive after this, yet he also found himself being not human at that time. Naturally, he freaked, when he understood what had happened he was bamboozeled (for lack of a better word). he had no idea what to do. Shocked as he was to find himself as a weasel, he managed to calm himself enough to decide to head home. Realizing he had no way in he stopped at the doorway and wondered what he was going to do, at that moment however his mother opend the door and, in a hushed voice, spoke four words, "I've been expecting this."
Likes: a good fight every now and again, pizza/mice, knives, sneaking up on someone very quietly and then scaring the daylight out of 'em.
Dislikes: arrogant/racist/sexist people, getting stepped on in the lieral sense, being whupped, having a blond moment.
Strengths: smart, cunning, agile, trained in Aikido
Weaknesses: not strong physicaly, hot-headed, he has blond moments, and when he changes to a weasel, he is small enough to be stepped on.
Special Powers: He can alter his form to that of a weasel, and has natural gift for any, non-human language, As a weasel he can understand, and still speak the human languages he normally knows.
Random Facts: has a tatoo of the the Kanjii symbol for Ki, or Chi, on his right arm, it shows up as a marking when he's a weasel,
he always has the following on his person at all times: swiss army knife (swiss-tech) , matches, a candle, and a minature first aid kit.
Though he writes with his Right hand, he does most everything else with his left.