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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:47 pm
2 characters
Shifter RP
Tanner
Jason
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:47 pm
• Tanner • O'Connell •
• Polar Bear • 
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Tanner Nathaniel O'Connell ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Tanner, ¢all мe Tanner, Tan, T, Nathan.
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Lad
→ ωho ɨs Twenty-Four ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Bane ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Beta Male.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Swimming
___► Cooler Weather
___► Elizabeth (Beta Female)
___► Fish
___► Night
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Summer
___► Overly Loud Noises
___► Vegetables
___► My 'Lounge' time interrupted
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Monkeys (They are scary)
___► Losing Elizabeth to someone else . .
___► Heights
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
So much has gone by, but where would I start? Well. I guess we can go about and tell you how I am right? The proper term, is Lackadaisical. It could mean that I'm bloody lazy, laid back, or anything of that nature. But as well - it says about how not everything is really that important to get done 'right now' I'm much more of a - take your time and get around to it type of person. Don't get me wrong, everything gets done on time. But I might not just rush to it. Why bother waste all of that energy anyway, am I right? I know that I can be bloody solitary too - but that comes from a past that really, I'd like to forget about.
I suppose though, that this is what this section is about though? All of those memories that I'd just rather not bring up. We'll start with the fact that I was adopted. My biological parents were third class citizens and really didn't have what it took to raise a shifter child in Ireland. So they reached out and found a family that would take in a seemingly normal and healthy lad. Anyway - they had an older son, but he wasn't older by far and the two of us grew to be two that couldn't ever be separated. My brother, Michael, was my best friend throughout my younger years and i remembered wanting to grow up to be just like him. I couldn't hang out with his friends too much because of the four year gap, but he always would note to spend time with me and that meant a lot when I was younger. We lived out on a house over a lake where at any time we wanted we could run down the massive clover fields and just jump right into the freezing water.
I remember one day out there, we were playin' cops and robbers. It was a game that Michael brought home from one of his days at school, playing with the kinds in the yard. Me? I loved this idea. It was a chance for me to wrestle with my older brother and play a tag-like game as well. It was great. I got picked as the robber first. Looking back, the picking of roles really hadn't been that fair - but who could blame us? I was a naive six-year old boy wanting to walk in my brother's footsteps. From there, I went to go hide by a tree that was over a little dive into a deeper area of the lake. Eventually, my brother found me and we looped around the area for a while - not listening to our parents yells about not playing so close to the edge of the water.
That was right about when I slipped, right after mum had finished her third round of hollering at us. I was fine, really. Maybe there was a b***h of an itch from the belly flop, but it wasn't like I hadn't done those before from the height that I fell. My brother then took this time to jump into the water after me, trying to subdue me so that the 'robber' wouldn't get away. He kept shoving me under the water, trying to cause me to lose momentum I assume so it'd be easier to drag me to shore and slap our rope cuffs on. Unknown to Michael though, I was really drowning under his grasp and couldn't get myself back up long enough to breathe enough air. After a few moments, I remember everything going black. My eyes had been closed - I suppose I was unconscious. Michael had run off as he said, because it was hit turn to be the robber since I was in the makeshift cuffs. From there, I remember being in my father's arms, still in the water,with my mum screaming her lung off behind him. The next thing I knew, my bones were breaking, everything hurt all over as I could feel my body morphing into something much larger. The screams turned from panic into horror from her before my father dropped me back into the water before trying to escape away from me. I still remember that day though. I felt so strong in the water. I could smell for miles away, everything was so different. It even felt that much warmer outside. By the time I reached the shore again, I was human - just staring out at a family who had no idea what I was.
My family sent out numerous letters, trying to reach out to anyone if they had heard of anything like me. They would keep calling me a monstrosity and many other far-fetched names. Nothing really grew of it, and I was able to control myself I guess, and stay in my human form. The next shift if I remember right, happen four years later when I was ten. Pa had thrown out a few insults about me and the fact that I was a polar bear. Really. I had had enough with this bloody family. Even my best friend and brother was calling me the nasty names my parents were. I was falling behind in school and that was what the topic was at the dinner table. I snapped. Shifted right there in front of my family. I wasn't as little as I had been before in the water, getting close to adolescent bear range now. I attacked pa, sending him to the hospital and running off afterwords. Not too soon after running though, I met up with an older man. One who somehow knew about me and what I could do. He taught me a lot about controlling my shift and everything to watch out for. The two of us traveled for quite some time before landing ourselves in the town I reside in now. I'll have to say that even though it's a while 'nother country, it's just as beautiful as back home.
Soon enough, he pointed me out to the Bane pack. I was much older now, young twenties and I first met Kyrian. With open arms, I was accepted and soon pulled my weight around the pack. I thought I bonded well with the alphas, and soon found myself up at the rank of Beta. Mr. Second in command. It's bloody nice to say - so don't mind me when I do.
Just remember. That I did spend most of my life in Ireland. My English is there, but if I get aggravated, irritated, rushed, flustered, or even emotional - my accent will come out thick. If you can't understand what I'm saying then ask again nicely. Maybe I'll repeat it in better English the next time for you.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___Okay, so. I do have a thing for Elizabeth. I find her cute, charming, and absolutely adorable. The issue though? I don't think she returns the same feelings for me. I know that being the 'Betas' doesn't mean we have to be an item. But, I can't help how I feel about her.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs Bruno Mars - the Lazy Song. Sung by North Shore ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs Mertay
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:49 pm
• Jason • Irving •
• Golden Eagle • 
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Jason Kye Irving ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Jason, ¢all мe Jay.
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Guy
→ ωho ɨs Twenty-Three ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Dalan ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Third Class.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Running
___► Food
___► Painting
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Most fruit
___► Cats
___► Arrogant rich people
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► The viscount learning that I like to be in my animal form
___► Losing myself
___► The world being taken over by a virus that causes all of humanity to become zombiefied. . . . . . shhhh
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
I wasn't born into anything special as a kid. We had always been third class for as long as I could remember. Dad worked out in the stables, while ma was a seamstress for some of the middle class people in town. We made do pretty well I thought at least. As a family, we were pretty tight with each other. Dad wasn't one to run off and cheat on my mother, while she stayed home and took care of the kids. There were three of us you know, I had a sister and another, much younger brother. I remember my mother talking to me about the family too, that we never saw anymore. You see, she was from Ireland, where she grew up with a brother (Not biological). We'd go out there and see them every once in a while. Ma told us once that her brother had had a beautiful baby boy, Tanner. The O'Connells weren't able to keep the baby though for whatever reason. It's kind of cool, knowing that I might have a cousin out there that could shift just like I could.
Yeah, our parents told us rather early about our abilities. It was my mom who could shift into the eagle and she taught us how to control it and be stealthy about it. Being a smaller animal - it wasn't too hard to hide who I was. Though, I do remember that at the start, it was hard for me to shift. It hurt a lot with my bones breaking and such. I suppose that's how it went though, right? Anyways - back to my family. We we nice and small, everyone did as they were told and we flew under the radar fairly well to everyone else, almost like we were invisible to the village around us. That was fine by me. I never wanted to get noticed. In fact, I still kind of don't like to get noticed. People have said that I'm kinda shy and I can see how that could be seen. It's not that I'm shy though, it's that I just don't really know how to create conversation. So I just don't talk a lot. It's a lot easier on me and even everyone else if I can just keep to myself and listen in. Maybe I'll add in my own two scents here and there, but it's kind of rare to hear me do so. I keep going off tangent, sorry. Where were we? Oh! My family. Yeah. There's not too much more to say about them though. We took care of each other very well and it was nice. But I'm pretty sure that I've said that before, a few times actually.
So, everything was going well. It was a little bland, sure, but we were all okay with it. That was, until dad fell ill. He didn't think much of it at first, since his back was usually hurting from raking the hay and tending to the horses at the stables. But as time went on, he just got worse and worse until he threw out his back. From there, he went to bedrest and barely got up or ate for days at a time. I remember his skin going very pale and clammy from there, as he tired everything he could to fight for his life. There were a couple doctors that came into the house to try and help save him, but there really wasn't much any of them could do and we didn't have the money to spend on the real rich ones. Ma spent everything we had on trying to get him better, but it just didn't seem like anything worked. Eventually, his flame went out during the night and one morning my younger brother found him cold dead. He took everything really hard after that, his school work became unimportant, his friends were lost. I did everything I could to help my brother, but because I was the oldest, I was the man of the house. I had to drop my own schooling to get a job to help pay for food and everything with my mother. So from there I got a job at the blacksmith. It wasn't exactly my ideal job. I had always wanted to be a painter. But I guess it was enough to keep my family afloat for the time being.
Eventually, my mother fell sick too. And so it was only me bringing in supplies for my family, paying the doctor's bills and everything else. I had to work double shifts and even found a second job at the same stables that my dad had worked at previously. It was hell to go through, not ever having enough time for anything but work, then coming home and crashing. Months went by and I barely saw my family. I knew my sister was doing her best to take care of my mom, but that soon too just wasn't enough. The doctor said that she died of a broken heart. I didn't know that that could happen, but then again, what do I know about medicine? Nothing. I was nineteen at the time, and then still kept my blacksmithing job, while dropping the stables. I didn't need to have all of that money, and my sister and brother needed me. Well, for a while they did at least. Soon enough, my sister was swept away by a second class citizen and she moved off to live with him. So for about a year, it was just me and my brother. After he finished his schooling though, I remember him deciding that day, that he didn't want to have anything to do with this town anymore. He didn't pack anything, just kept a pouch in his talon full of coins and flew off. I never heard from him, nor my sister since. So soon after that, I went to the viscount. I wanted a family to be a part of, and they were the most likely choice since I still wanted to be in the town, around for if my sister ever needed me. I knew their views on shifting though, and joined anyways. I just hide how often I go out for my flights, since they seem to be the only thing that I really enjoy anymore.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___Don't tell the viscount, but I like to be in my bird form more than a lot of my pack members actually know. I realize that we are built around wanting to remain more in touch with our humane side, but I can't help the feeling of wanting to just soar above the trees on my own, feeling the wind through my feathers. Please keep my secret away from the higherups! I'm sure to be banished if they find out.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs Behind Blue Eyes - The Who ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs Mertay
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