Hey there. My name is
[Keahi Jones].
I secretly think I'm
[Koozle].
I'm a
[Gamma] male in my pack and
I'm
[26] years old. My blood type is
O-.
I'm an employee at
the university of medicine, where I do guest lectures about alternative medicines, and a professional potter/artisan. Where ever I can set up a blanket to peddle my wares without getting Miranda'd, that's the storefront for the day!
When I'm not playing with my pack, I like to
Garden, knit, organize peace rallies, and generally take the edge off with some lovely substances I'd probably get arrested for packing.
They don't always let me have this, but I most like to eat
Sambar and dosa.
I look like:
Keahi Jones. A tall man with a tough and wiry frame, he never seems exactly certain what he is going to do with himself. Though he could be, and in fact is, decently strong, his generally loose posture tends to make him look wimpier and shorter than he actually is. His broad chest and lanky limbs give the impression he is constantly unbalanced and perhaps a little unhinged. His face has even features, of which sleepy, daydreamy dark brown eyes, a slightly Roman nose and plush, softly defined lips are most notable. His ragged toffee brown hair is naturally very curly, but typically brushed out and pommaded into a 'flipped' style with bangs. He looks constantly peaceful, leaning towards content or completely spaced out. It is hard to find him without a small smile on his face: he looks as though he has some precious secret he does not plan on sharing any time soon.
In keeping with his lax and lazy expressions, Keahi moves slowly and smoothly like water flowing from one point to the next. Nothing in his stance can be read as aggressive; in fact, he'll often lay flat on his back with his stomach fully exposed, and not even care. When it comes to clothing, he's a fashion plate's worst nightmare. He wears a lot of hemp clothing that is simply too big. As a result, his shirts and sweaters often hang on his frames like sacks and he is constantly fraying the bottoms of his pants as he walks on them. He prefers undyed cloth if he can get it, and thus has a lot of earth tones in his clothing. Horrifyingly, not many of his clothes have labels, leading one to conclude most of them are
homemade.
My wolf form has these colorations:
In spite of his human form's generally scattered appearance, his wolf form is quite stocky. He sports a thick body with a grizzled silvery-dun pelt, darker along his back and the top of his skull than his stomach and sturdy legs. Its texture can be best summed up as 'poofy', and heaviest along his neck and belly. His ears are slightly rounded and very small against the sheer volume of fur, and a relatively flat face with a shorter-than-average muzzle make his dark eyes small and inquisitive. Considering he looks quite friendly and fuzzy in wolf form, it can be hard to remember that his teeth are as lethally sharp as any.
I act like:
He's a total space cadet. A former (and some would say unreformed) hippie who has traveled extensively all over the globe, Keahi has picked up a considerable base of pseudo-spiritualistic experience. He practices feng shui, believes in cosmic energy, karma, chi flow, chakras, and God knows what else, but it seems to involve a lot of rocks and herbs. Intentionally or not, his laid-back attitude, California surfer diction, and acoustic guitar mark him as someone who puts a lot of credit in tinfoil hat theories. Because he strongly supports peaceful efforts, he does not strike to defend himself. He is a pushover, basically: imagine, a werewolf who is a practicing vegetarian and even avoids
lard.
More than most people, he seems disconnected from the real world around him to a degree that cannot be easily explained as anything other than having drug use. Though he advocates the use of and is known to indulge in 'soft' drugs, this is not entirely true. Much of his clueless personality comes from being deeply introspective and meditative. He has a very hard time seeing what others get worked up about, and therefore can only rarely respond appropriately. So he unintentionally causes a lot of trouble when he thinks he is 'helping.' Whatever strife he provokes is usually born out of the strong sense of love he feels to his pack and others, and his somewhat odd attempts to improve their lives. In many ways, he shares a personality with the first wolves to take comfort and company from just within the glow cast by early man's fires.
Anyone who thinks he is stupid, however, is in for a nasty surprise. Keahi has a habit of exaggerating his peacenik tendencies, and does so so uniformly that it is hard to tell what he genuinely believes and what he pretends to believe to throw someone off balance. Though he's made a choice to be a peaceful flower-child, there was a time when he was an aggressive nightmare. Those who trust absolutely in his doormat personality and consider it set in stone get that doormat suddenly and violently yanked out from under their feet. It's obfuscating stupidity, A.K.A. 'The Kujo Effect,' and it's one hell of a doozy for the uninitiated. Thankfully, he has not had occasion to break the illusion of ditziness for years.
Here are some other things you should know:
He's a newer member of the pack, coming in only after the attack that cut down the original numbers. Thanks to constantly burning incense or recreational drugs, Keahi's sense of smell is basically dead. He makes up for it with excellent hearing and vision, but the smoke lingering on him often hides other scents.