Post by Conor Clancy on Aug 4, 2011 7:09:06 GMT
Basic Information
Name: Conor Clancy (Name quite literally means Wolf Warrior)
Age:23
Species:Lycan (Common Quadraped Werewolf)
Description && Personality
Height:Six foot two: Wolf form is just over 7 feet tall.
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Chocolate hued
Overall Description:
Conor Clancy stands at a tall six foot two, tending to tower over some people, Conor tends to slouch considerably, this has given him a bit of a loping walk and a careless stance. His skin is slightly tanned, marred by numerous scars from when he is in his wolf form. One scar in particular is very noticeable, over his right eye is a jagged silver scar, which has his right eye permanently closed from an attack when he first was bitten 3 years ago. He tends to wear deep V neck sweaters, with a crisp white collared shirt underneath. Although he slouches, this young man dresses impeccably well. He wears black slacks with this outfit, and tends to wear dress shoes, he abhors the casual, preferring to put off the air of a rich snob.
In his wolf form Conor is unrecognizable. His stance, on all four feet is just over 7 feet tall. His eyes turn a burnt umber hue and thick brown fur with thick black chunks. Fangs are at least an inch and a half long on his top lip, making him a very frightening sight. Canines are almost 2 inches long.
Weapons:
His teeth, his claws and his body
Personality:
Conor is your typical Irishman, very hot-headed and a heavy drinker, this young man can usually be seen wasting his hard-earned money on beer, and whiskey, oh and cigarettes. He is a very loner-type person, preferring to be alone, but will strike up a conversation if it amuses him. Conor is a bit twisted, because of the wolf half of his brain. He tends not to trust easily, preferring to be wary of those around him because he himself is a danger to all kinds. (Especially humans)
Likes:Drinking, being alone, meeeaaat <3
Dislikes: Too much noise, and falling in love.
Fears:
Becoming what he doesn’t understand.
Powers&&Skills
Powers:
Very strong, like..freakishly strong
Skills:
Quite agile, keen sense of smell and hearing.
Weaknesses:
Himself
History
History:
Born to a wealthy family, Conor Clancy lived a life free of any responsibility or actual purpose, this young man was a spoiled rotten brat the moment he came home from the hospital. However, this did not last, as his parents grew tired of his constant demands and tempers, therefore, they left him in the care of a nanny. Conor learned to hate at the early age of four.This young Irishman had been quite literally abandoned by the ones that had given birth to him. At the age of 6, Conor was kicked out of his school because of a fight he had gotten into with another kid about parents and whatnot. This constant getting kicked out of school happened up until he decided it wasn’t worth his time anymore at the age of 16, so he dropped out of school and got a job at a local fast food place. He quickly rose to the rank of Manager within 2 years, and has been holding that position ever since. At the age of 20, Conor Clancy had the unfortunate luck of coming across a werewolf. The beast attacked, and Conor was sick for over 2 weeks. At the next full moon, he transformed into the hideous creature he is today.
RP Sample
RP Sample:
Ambergine gaze scanned the mountain looming over her, this was where loners liked to be? She tilted her head to the left, left audit twitching gently as if swatting away a fly. There was nothing but the sounds of leaves rustling and the occasional bird tweeting. Ivory fangs sparkled gently in the sunlight. The sky was blue, and the sun was so very warm. Sannah stretched out for a moment, before padding upwards towards the mountain, pawsteps fell heavily, but silently, and the fire in her belly was being warmed even further by the sun. Crimson stripes in her night-hued fur seemed to begin to glow, Sannah paused for a moment, feeling the heat rise in her body, she was of the fire element, yes, but she couldn't always control it.
The Omega personality wolf femme had been hunting a small pack of rabbits for the past couple of days. Elegant snout rose to the air, taking a deep whiff of the clean air. Luxurious tail swayed back and forth in her pleased state and a movement caught her attention. If she could smirk, she would have, she had caught the scent of the rabbits. Pink tongue flicked out, licking her lips. She was hungry and she wanted food. She had eaten a few smaller things along the way to keep up her strength but nothing was better than a freshly caught hare. Lowering her body to the ground, she carefully crawled forwards, and pounced, like a cat, she had caught one! Devouring the meal quickly, she licked the blood from her fangs, cleaning them of blood. "Now..where to find the other loners.." She murmured quietly, continuing to head up the mountain.
Name: Conor Clancy (Name quite literally means Wolf Warrior)
Age:23
Species:Lycan (Common Quadraped Werewolf)
Description && Personality
Height:Six foot two: Wolf form is just over 7 feet tall.
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Chocolate hued
Overall Description:
Conor Clancy stands at a tall six foot two, tending to tower over some people, Conor tends to slouch considerably, this has given him a bit of a loping walk and a careless stance. His skin is slightly tanned, marred by numerous scars from when he is in his wolf form. One scar in particular is very noticeable, over his right eye is a jagged silver scar, which has his right eye permanently closed from an attack when he first was bitten 3 years ago. He tends to wear deep V neck sweaters, with a crisp white collared shirt underneath. Although he slouches, this young man dresses impeccably well. He wears black slacks with this outfit, and tends to wear dress shoes, he abhors the casual, preferring to put off the air of a rich snob.
In his wolf form Conor is unrecognizable. His stance, on all four feet is just over 7 feet tall. His eyes turn a burnt umber hue and thick brown fur with thick black chunks. Fangs are at least an inch and a half long on his top lip, making him a very frightening sight. Canines are almost 2 inches long.
Weapons:
His teeth, his claws and his body
Personality:
Conor is your typical Irishman, very hot-headed and a heavy drinker, this young man can usually be seen wasting his hard-earned money on beer, and whiskey, oh and cigarettes. He is a very loner-type person, preferring to be alone, but will strike up a conversation if it amuses him. Conor is a bit twisted, because of the wolf half of his brain. He tends not to trust easily, preferring to be wary of those around him because he himself is a danger to all kinds. (Especially humans)
Likes:Drinking, being alone, meeeaaat <3
Dislikes: Too much noise, and falling in love.
Fears:
Becoming what he doesn’t understand.
Powers&&Skills
Powers:
Very strong, like..freakishly strong
Skills:
Quite agile, keen sense of smell and hearing.
Weaknesses:
Himself
History
History:
Born to a wealthy family, Conor Clancy lived a life free of any responsibility or actual purpose, this young man was a spoiled rotten brat the moment he came home from the hospital. However, this did not last, as his parents grew tired of his constant demands and tempers, therefore, they left him in the care of a nanny. Conor learned to hate at the early age of four.This young Irishman had been quite literally abandoned by the ones that had given birth to him. At the age of 6, Conor was kicked out of his school because of a fight he had gotten into with another kid about parents and whatnot. This constant getting kicked out of school happened up until he decided it wasn’t worth his time anymore at the age of 16, so he dropped out of school and got a job at a local fast food place. He quickly rose to the rank of Manager within 2 years, and has been holding that position ever since. At the age of 20, Conor Clancy had the unfortunate luck of coming across a werewolf. The beast attacked, and Conor was sick for over 2 weeks. At the next full moon, he transformed into the hideous creature he is today.
RP Sample
RP Sample:
Ambergine gaze scanned the mountain looming over her, this was where loners liked to be? She tilted her head to the left, left audit twitching gently as if swatting away a fly. There was nothing but the sounds of leaves rustling and the occasional bird tweeting. Ivory fangs sparkled gently in the sunlight. The sky was blue, and the sun was so very warm. Sannah stretched out for a moment, before padding upwards towards the mountain, pawsteps fell heavily, but silently, and the fire in her belly was being warmed even further by the sun. Crimson stripes in her night-hued fur seemed to begin to glow, Sannah paused for a moment, feeling the heat rise in her body, she was of the fire element, yes, but she couldn't always control it.
The Omega personality wolf femme had been hunting a small pack of rabbits for the past couple of days. Elegant snout rose to the air, taking a deep whiff of the clean air. Luxurious tail swayed back and forth in her pleased state and a movement caught her attention. If she could smirk, she would have, she had caught the scent of the rabbits. Pink tongue flicked out, licking her lips. She was hungry and she wanted food. She had eaten a few smaller things along the way to keep up her strength but nothing was better than a freshly caught hare. Lowering her body to the ground, she carefully crawled forwards, and pounced, like a cat, she had caught one! Devouring the meal quickly, she licked the blood from her fangs, cleaning them of blood. "Now..where to find the other loners.." She murmured quietly, continuing to head up the mountain.
