SiberDrac
Gaia Name: SiberDrac
Character Name: Tyrose "Ty" Franklin
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Werebeast (fox)
Skills: Exceptionally skilled at "Ghost Recon," "Tetris," and "Super Smash Brothers: Melee." Impressive hip-hop/breakdancer and contemporary dancer. Basic combat training, primarily in were form. Heightened senses of hearing, sight, and smell (species attribute). Quick sprints, high jumps, and agility are his primary skills, making up for his pathetic upper body strength. Able to perceive emotions with ease and lies with 99% accuracy. Retains trivia permanently and learns quickly when he's interested, but otherwise has difficulty excelling academically due to his carefree temperament.
Physical Description:
Human form: about 5'3", with silken, shoulder-length hair and bright, green eyes, always above a boyish grin. He has tanned skin, smooth features, sloe eyes, a delicately pointed chin, and a thin, adolescently athletic body. There is a tiny scar on the left side of his neck, just under his ear, that is usually covered by his hair. He walks and moves fluidly and playfully, but those same eyes that can draw in a woman of any age from a hundred yards away can also pierce into a person's soul. As for clothing, he chooses mostly loose-fitting shirts and pants that flutter in breezes and trail behind his movements like a comet's tail.
Fox form: quite obviously, like a smaller, lither version of the classic werewolf. Slightly taller, but unlike many werebeasts, not exceptionally so. He has bright red fur and the same alluring, green eyes. Even when walking upright, he manages not to look hunched or awkward. His tail is proportionately sized. The scar remains.
Personality: This is a child with a fierce sense of loyalty to his people who does not abide by racial slurs on the werebeast population as a whole or werefoxes in particular. That loyalty is the only readily readable deep moral basis he displays. He is immensely playful and sometimes difficult to keep on track, especially given his customarily shallow senses of value. He is a Bohemian; given the opportunity and the proper alcohol, he'll drink 'til he's drunk and hit on any girl he thinks he has a chance with. Usually, he'll end up in her bed for the night and gone by morning, without once degrading her or treating her like a tool. He'll help an old lady cross the street so he has a chance to look at her jewelry. He'll hold a door for someone because the door looks, in that particular moment, like it would be prettier open. In summary, this is a person who makes people's lives better without that ever being his motivation.
Biography: Born and raised in what was once the United States' good Pennsylvania countryside, he has known virtually no cares. His parents put him to work on the farm, but also doted on him and never really needed much done; the acreage was mostly there for show while the parents worked their own jobs. Strangely, in this time of constant stress and uncertainty, these two people never allowed their son or his twin sister to know what the world was going through. They kept the two of them aware of the strained climate; they were not in a box. However, his parents had met because they were both thespians, and good ones. News of bombings was met with grins; assassinations were turned aside with jokes and laughter. This bred in Ty a general inability to understand negative emotions in other people; they always seemed to bring about bad things.
The single 'bad thing' to ever happen to Ty was the loss of his sister. The two were as close as a brother and sister could possibly be. As twins raised in such unparalleled conditions, they played together, learned together, finished one another's sentences, and, the very few times they were threatened, fought together. They completed one another, as well. Ty was always a little skittish and cowardly; his sister was tomboyish and more curious than cautious. Ty could pacify any situation they ran into with friends at school; his sister incited them. While in the field behind their house at age fourteen, the two of them were searching for a treasure their parents had said was buried back there. While outside, Ty's sister was suddenly lying on the ground, bleeding profusely from a wound in her stomach. Ty blacked out instantly from the shock. When he woke up, she and the blood had vanished. He went back home, and couldn't find his parents.
The police found him days later, playing chess with a ninety-year-old man by the side of a busy street downtown. He had somehow gotten a fast food meal, and the two were sharing it as they played. After that, he was given to a foster family that didn't want him, didn't know what he was, and turned him over to the military of the Hunters' Coven, where he was taught how to better use his power and how to fight. His permanent sense of levity had already been instilled, but what had happened beneath the surface stayed hidden until he began hearing reports of a girl who looked just like him appearing in the area he lived in. Then, still with a grin on his face, he ignored his commanding officers' orders and began to hunt for her. She has remained hidden from him, but he is determined that of all things, this is the most important. His parents forgotten, he searches for his sister and in the meantime carries out whatever assignments he might receive, whether academic or military.
Alliance: Hunter's Coven
Group Membership: none
Supernatural Abilities: In were form, his various senses are heightened yet further. He gains very little height, but his thin arms fill out with lean muscle. His ability to detect emotion is enhanced, but his ability to detect lies actually decreases, due to the pressures of a more feral mindset. He is much faster and, due to the balance provided by his tail, more agile. In addition, part of training for combat was to strengthen his jaw, so in were form he is capable of breaking nearly all smaller creature's necks with the characteristic jerking motions of a fox.
Character Name: Tyrose "Ty" Franklin
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Werebeast (fox)
Skills: Exceptionally skilled at "Ghost Recon," "Tetris," and "Super Smash Brothers: Melee." Impressive hip-hop/breakdancer and contemporary dancer. Basic combat training, primarily in were form. Heightened senses of hearing, sight, and smell (species attribute). Quick sprints, high jumps, and agility are his primary skills, making up for his pathetic upper body strength. Able to perceive emotions with ease and lies with 99% accuracy. Retains trivia permanently and learns quickly when he's interested, but otherwise has difficulty excelling academically due to his carefree temperament.
Physical Description:
Human form: about 5'3", with silken, shoulder-length hair and bright, green eyes, always above a boyish grin. He has tanned skin, smooth features, sloe eyes, a delicately pointed chin, and a thin, adolescently athletic body. There is a tiny scar on the left side of his neck, just under his ear, that is usually covered by his hair. He walks and moves fluidly and playfully, but those same eyes that can draw in a woman of any age from a hundred yards away can also pierce into a person's soul. As for clothing, he chooses mostly loose-fitting shirts and pants that flutter in breezes and trail behind his movements like a comet's tail.
Fox form: quite obviously, like a smaller, lither version of the classic werewolf. Slightly taller, but unlike many werebeasts, not exceptionally so. He has bright red fur and the same alluring, green eyes. Even when walking upright, he manages not to look hunched or awkward. His tail is proportionately sized. The scar remains.
Personality: This is a child with a fierce sense of loyalty to his people who does not abide by racial slurs on the werebeast population as a whole or werefoxes in particular. That loyalty is the only readily readable deep moral basis he displays. He is immensely playful and sometimes difficult to keep on track, especially given his customarily shallow senses of value. He is a Bohemian; given the opportunity and the proper alcohol, he'll drink 'til he's drunk and hit on any girl he thinks he has a chance with. Usually, he'll end up in her bed for the night and gone by morning, without once degrading her or treating her like a tool. He'll help an old lady cross the street so he has a chance to look at her jewelry. He'll hold a door for someone because the door looks, in that particular moment, like it would be prettier open. In summary, this is a person who makes people's lives better without that ever being his motivation.
Biography: Born and raised in what was once the United States' good Pennsylvania countryside, he has known virtually no cares. His parents put him to work on the farm, but also doted on him and never really needed much done; the acreage was mostly there for show while the parents worked their own jobs. Strangely, in this time of constant stress and uncertainty, these two people never allowed their son or his twin sister to know what the world was going through. They kept the two of them aware of the strained climate; they were not in a box. However, his parents had met because they were both thespians, and good ones. News of bombings was met with grins; assassinations were turned aside with jokes and laughter. This bred in Ty a general inability to understand negative emotions in other people; they always seemed to bring about bad things.
The single 'bad thing' to ever happen to Ty was the loss of his sister. The two were as close as a brother and sister could possibly be. As twins raised in such unparalleled conditions, they played together, learned together, finished one another's sentences, and, the very few times they were threatened, fought together. They completed one another, as well. Ty was always a little skittish and cowardly; his sister was tomboyish and more curious than cautious. Ty could pacify any situation they ran into with friends at school; his sister incited them. While in the field behind their house at age fourteen, the two of them were searching for a treasure their parents had said was buried back there. While outside, Ty's sister was suddenly lying on the ground, bleeding profusely from a wound in her stomach. Ty blacked out instantly from the shock. When he woke up, she and the blood had vanished. He went back home, and couldn't find his parents.
The police found him days later, playing chess with a ninety-year-old man by the side of a busy street downtown. He had somehow gotten a fast food meal, and the two were sharing it as they played. After that, he was given to a foster family that didn't want him, didn't know what he was, and turned him over to the military of the Hunters' Coven, where he was taught how to better use his power and how to fight. His permanent sense of levity had already been instilled, but what had happened beneath the surface stayed hidden until he began hearing reports of a girl who looked just like him appearing in the area he lived in. Then, still with a grin on his face, he ignored his commanding officers' orders and began to hunt for her. She has remained hidden from him, but he is determined that of all things, this is the most important. His parents forgotten, he searches for his sister and in the meantime carries out whatever assignments he might receive, whether academic or military.
Alliance: Hunter's Coven
Group Membership: none
Supernatural Abilities: In were form, his various senses are heightened yet further. He gains very little height, but his thin arms fill out with lean muscle. His ability to detect emotion is enhanced, but his ability to detect lies actually decreases, due to the pressures of a more feral mindset. He is much faster and, due to the balance provided by his tail, more agile. In addition, part of training for combat was to strengthen his jaw, so in were form he is capable of breaking nearly all smaller creature's necks with the characteristic jerking motions of a fox.
