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Lycan Profiles

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Unlike the Demons, Hunters and Vampires the Lycans have come forward in technological advances over the last few years. This has helped the race a great deal, thanks to the current Lycan leader embracing these new technologies.

The pride of the Lycan race is the database.

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Database Entries

All new Lycans are given a chip number, and their own profile on a computer. This is for a few reasons-

- Only those with chips can get access to Club FM (The subforum). This means only registered Lycans who have their profile on the Database can enter.

- A tracing system. Since you are chipped, the other Lycans can see where you are at all times.

- An email system has been set up, so that Lycans can keep in contact. Only registered Lycans have this.

Lycan Classes

The Alpha Male

The Alpha Male is the only lycan in existence to have 100% lycan blood, blood passed through generations of Lycans from the first Lycan that existed. This state can be passed from person to person, though this is done very rarely. If the Alpha Male is killed his blood is automatically passed to his wife, or the next closest female elders.

She generally then tries to pass the blood off before a male Lycan kills her in order to obtain the blood for himself.

Elders

Appointed by the lycan high council, these individuals under go a process that alters their blood, making them stronger and far faster than other Lycans. They usually work in pairs, and have control of a given area. Often pack leaders; Elders seek to protect and guide their respective packs, as well as to prevent human knowledge of Lycans in general. They can generally appear quite forceful when having to control the Pack, but mostly it is because the job requires that.

Healers/ Technicians

Mostly tackling the work behind the scenes of the Pack, these Lycans are generally small and slightly built. Mostly, a Lycan will choose to join this class or are ‘persuaded into it due to a lack of other options that suit them. That doesn’t make this side of the job less important or interesting than the other though; both types work with the latest technology to better our kind. Ranging from battlefield medics, to hackers, weapon-smiths and medical researchers, this is a highly varied class.

Rangers

These Lycans are often the lone wolves of the Pack; they are the wanderers of the Lycan race. Usually it is down to having a traumatic past, although this is not always a rule. These individuals move frequently, and rarely form strong ties with any given pack, or race. Sometimes they can also appear very hostile or antisocial, but are still a worthwhile asset in the reconnaissance and warfare side of the Pack.

Hunters

This class devotes their time and energy to the hunting and killing of the enemies of the Lycan Pack, with a specialty in vampires. Devoted to this cause they may travel great distances to follow a kill, and can be very focused once they have a target. Often appearing quite calm and shrewd, some of the strongest and most powerful Lycans are members of this Pack.

Exiles

This class is made up of the Lycans who somewhere along the line disrespected the Elders and have been banished as a result. They’d have to work extremely hard or save the Elders life to even have a remote chance of returning to the pack.

Pup

Lycan who has been turned for less that 10 or 15 years and/or has not yet chosen their class. This can also be seen as a term of endearment among older lycans speaking to a younger, or an insult depending on the context of its use.

How to get onto the Database

Post the following information here in this thread;

[size=18][b][color=green]Database Entry 00#[/color][/b][/size]
[b]Name[/b] (First and last, if possible)
[b]Alias[/b] (what your character is known to others by.)
[b]Age[/b] (How old are you?)
[b]Marital Status[/b]
[b]Class[/b](*NEW* What class are you *See above*)

[b]Appearance[/b] (What do you look like? Picture? The picture must not cause the page to strech, or it will be removed)
[b]Wolven Appearance[/b] (What does your werewolf form like like?)
[b]Personality[/b] (What are you like?)
[b]Brief History [/b](Only brief.)
[b]Weapons[/b] (What do you carry)
[size=18][b][color=green]ID Number;[/color][/b][/size] [/code:1](Something more than or equal to 3 digits, and something you'll remember.)

Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:44 am

Database Entry 666
Name Ceon Dorvuun
Alias Ceon
Age Actual: 313, Human: 27
Marital Status Single
Class The Alpha Male

Appearance User Image

Wolven Appearance User Image

Personality Introverted and skeptical around strangers, but open and friendly with those on his good side. Merciless and unforgiving when in a frenzy and has a short temper.
Brief History Ceon was a lycan from birth, and that's the only life he's ever known. He met a beautiful female lycan at age 20, and they became married. They had two children, Adrien and Jarrit, but one fateful night, during a conflict with the vampires, his children and wife were brutally murdered by the vampires. To this day he walks among his pack, often going solo for a while to hunt down vampires, the image of his loved family destroyed by three silver bullets.

It was only the past five months that changed his life drastically. It all started with a lovely lycan girl named Layna. They both fell in love after a run-in with a haunting memory of Layna's, and they became mates three weeks after. They went through everything together, the fights with tainted, assaults by vampires, their house being burnt down. But in the end they were both living happily. Ceon later became the proud father of his son, Gabriel.

For around around a year after his son's birth, Ceon fought with three differrent enemies, all bent on getting revenge on him, or simply wanting to kill him for sport. His most difficult enemy, was Daiguren, who on one fateful night struck Ceon down. Thought dead, Ceon was buried alive althuogh he was in a coma from the bloodloss of his loss. After his year of sleep, he's rose from his premature burial, hoping that his family is still alive.

Years later, Ceon had fought tooth and nail to become the Alpha Male. The disappearance of his wife and two children left him with nothing but focus on restructuring the lycan community.
Weapons Sawed-off shotgun, Automatic shotgun, 50 cal., two magnums, two uzis and many more sealed away in his apartment.
ID Number; 06660

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My Lycanthrope

Database Entry #333
Name Jacqueleen Du Moire
Alias Jacq (or jacqie), Libertine, The Demon of Du Moire.
Age Appearing around 25; the Truth? It's unaccounted for wink
Marital Status Single, wild && free <3
Class Ranger

Appearance Black & white portrait. Eyes are a vibrant lemon yellow plus her ebony hair, giving off hints of crimson in light, portraying her hair as a silky & vibrantly rich indian red color. Skin a clear and smooth view of olive skin with a soft peach bronze tinting, accenting her hair & eyes together. Generally always wearing an either matte or glossy cherry red color for her plump lips.

A voluptous body but not overly bountiful. The curves of her body capturing the true nature of wolf vixen and the sweep of her thick, lower-back length, hair to embody the sway of the wild wolf inside. She prefers leather jackets, tight jeans and tank tops that shown the small of her back & stomach (with her gold belly button ring).
Jacqueleen's usual outfit cosists of a soft, dulled out brown tank top that seems ripped at the bottom, of her own creative idea for her wardrobe,and a short ivory faux leather jacket to cover her shoulders. Beige, stretch jeans to match the jacket and calf-length, high heel leather boots that compliment her shirt for being a dull & worn in crimson red.
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Wolven Appearance
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Personality When first meeting her, most notice the faint french accent which has faded greatly with the passing of many years.Jacqueleen is truly a child of nature (Not the hippie, peace-lovers either). She is one for freedom and the wildness. Her eyes reflect the want of adventure and the love of the moon and stars. A true gypsy at heart and somewhat of a lone wolf because of her true sense from her wolf inside. No crave for a chase but to be the chased.

She seems to always have a trick up her sleeve just like Loki of Irish legend. She enjoys pursuits of the mind with a tongue so quick, it's not silver...it's gold. Although Jacq does not believe in deception because of her inner nature to be loyal as a wolf to a pack unless there is a time to use that side of her.

But even for her attractive-wild style, she never holds anyone close. But she has a way of turning on her charm to enchant others with her personality, revealing a free spirit and endless energy. Even an energy that is devilishly sexy. For all that freedom she embodies, the spirit of her inner wolf has released her into a different world that not so many wolves can share with her, eye to eye on. She craves the the relish of the one who could run for the fun, to embrace the adventure ahead as she does.
Always keeping that mischievious grin, corner to corner of her face, it's only when she's not smiling, should you begin to worry at all.
Brief History Brief is what her story is. She was an orphan and never really grew up with the yearn of the family who left her behind, unlike the other children. She was an odd ball of sunshine as a child and didn't pay much mind to great complexities of emotions and get tangled up in the idea of being well-behaved. She enjoyed her true nature and never denied it, even when her honesty seemed to slip her up and the Mistress of the Orphan House decided a worse-than-before punishment for even breathing.
Jacqueleen didn't know much about her mother and didn't care to know. The woman left her behind and she felt her freedom was the only thing she had. That's the very reason why she took her fate into her own hands and at the age of 16 she ran for her life the first she had to get away from that prisoner Orphan House. Paris, France wasn't exactly every person romanticized it to be. For her it was a part of her past and nothing more. She never elborated much on her past and prefers it that way til this day. Although she is quite talkative and the friendly person, her past doesn't haunt her like the rest of the world. Her life has been but a black hole.....and she is the demon that crawled up out of it.
She began to question her life at the moment when she had her first change at the age of 25. From the moment she was born, her mother lost her. That's all she could remember and it was better that way, just a Demon of Du Moire. A mystery is more like it because the ravinous deaths she caused from her first change til the the next decade that passed, had left policemen, detectives and even the CIA at a loss for words. She lost count of the people that she encountered and held close in her grip as she lovingly ravaged their bodies and the others that she devishly terrified.
As the decades passed, the civilians became aware of Jacqueleen's existence and the fact that is was threatening the populace. It all began on a cold winter night....a night that turned the predator into a prey. Karma for the moon-lover of the crimes she commmited. A young man she had swooned from the first moment they met in the bar, she wanted a taste of his blood. But what had quickly turned into a late night walk down the street, twisted into a Chase The Beast game. As her and the lovely Michael had approached the corner of Lemour & Le Flor, he switched gears from soft & cuddly to rough & passionate. But that passionate had enflared her red flag when he went in for a kiss and she pulled away to tease but instead, Michael got a fist full of her gleaming red locks and locked lips quickly. With all Jacqie's been around this seemed different but it definitely was not sincere. With the swing of her left arm and the thrust of her right palm, the man found himself flying across the side walk, to double-over from the brick hard wall his back crashed into. Her stance held as she stared at him with her golden lemon pool orbs staring at him without pity, as her eyes only outlined with black and enflared with orange, she postured herself and prowled toward him slowly. The man kicked against the ground, to pick up from the help of the wall his back was stopping him. Her eyes slowly evolving to his golden glare, accentuated by the right corner of her lips, lifting to form her habitual little grin before she pounced into the given prey. Even as this happened, the fear left Michael's eyes and he mirrored the same smirk right back at her and with that, she paused, to pay attention to her strong peripheal visions & her instincts had been screaming this whole time. Quickly she nodded at this dim-wit and bounced back with the help of a back flip and just as quickly as she gracefully succeeded this gymast move with ease, her skin crawled and she landed on all her fours with a pound and crack against the road. Goose bumps erupting all over her body and her fangs and claws revealed themselves. Only giving him enough of a taste to watch as his terror engulfed his heart. Jacqie's lips curled back in a passionate love for that empty stare he couldn't escape. In that one moment, she leaped with as much force as her half-morphed wolf form would allow, allowing his black-out as satisfaction enough for what he began to though was succeeding. Within the moment of her victory, a sharp silver rip into her ribcage, stopped her from walking away.
Jacqueleen exploded with a howl of anger as the silver bullet, seraded her skin inside and out. Her stomach queased with the taste of silver now surging in her body. Only just realizing how many men with rifles, pistols and axes began to surround her. With her left hand digging & clawing to stop the bullet's pain, she began to chuckle at the man who rolled out loudly, "A woman??! Unbelievable! Get that Demon of Du Moire!" and as they closed-in around her, Jacqie's laugh had not stopped. As she grew silent, the loud-mouth spout off again, "No more to laugh about harlot? Maybe you should bury yourself into another innocent life!" and with that statement, she chuckled once as she slowly pulled the bullet from her ribs and questioned playfully, "Is that an offer?". With shock wiped across his face now, her body erupted with anger as her bones popped and she moaned, "Now experience...the demon....of DU MOIRE!!".....
At the end of that hour, on that horrendous night. Jacqueleen found herself venturing out into world unknown to her. Changing locations like she did clothes, she only wanted to be free with the demon inside her. The beast within had protected her in many cases other than this only one, but with her past comes terror and she only wishes to leave that grave alone. With no regrets, Jacqueleen found her way around the United States, finding dead ends of wolf packs until she stumbled about into New York City.....and this is where the real story begins.
Weapons Golden engraved pistol with silencer, two switch blades in the same right boot she wears, Several sharp chinese battle pins that she has either tucked into her hair to pin it up, as a disguise or safely plucked into the inside, left side of her leather jacket. Her favorite weapond would definitely be her deadly palm/fist combos she has learned, practiced and used throughout her life. Some foot combos but not as massively devastating as the strike of her arm.
ID Number; 333

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