Post by .Hex. on Aug 24, 2007 16:37:31 GMT -5
{ . P R O F I L E . }
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Birth/Given Name: Pending
Alias: “Hex”, as nicknamed by his human admirers.
Gender: Male.
Human Age: 17.
Human Height: 6 ft. / 183 cm.
Human Weight: 140 lbs. / 58.97 kg.
Pure wolf or part wolf? Pure.
--------Ratio: N/A.
Role in Pack Situation: Currently pack-less, and tends to prefer it that way. He is both a leader and follow to himself only.
{ A p p e a r a n c e }
Clothing: Loitering about with a large clique of similar-looking kids on any sidewalk, smoking and flipping the bird at random cars and whatnot, "Hex" would appear as your typical goth teenie-bopper, usually clad in shades of black and gray, or dark shades of other colors if his mood permits, from head to toe. His preferred attire consists of straight-legged pants adorning bondage straps and the occasional chain that ride low upon his protruding hips, a mesh top--which he conceals with a ground-sweeping black trench coat when the weather is cooler--and a pair of thick steel-toed boots that lift him another inch or two off the ground. A spiked leather O-ring collar encircles his slender neck, and around one wrist can be found a studded armband, while on the other, a group of black rubber bracelets.
Physical Description: Alarmingly thin in build and possessing smooth, pallid skin, "Hex" has striking golden eyes that appear to convey a sense of condescending amusement at the world, and dark hair cropped rather short in the back with bangs that fall in a careless veil over his eyes and cascade to sharp cheekbones; thin lips frozen in a cocky smirk. Facial piercings include a curved barbell in his right eyebrow and a small metal ring in his lower lip. The outer rim of his left ear is decorated with a tiny cross in his earlobe connected to a ring in the cartilage with a small chain, whereas the right is adorned with a simple ring in the lobe. Coinciding with his outward appearance, first impression might tell of a boy with a tainted superiority complex that could care less about the rest of the world.
Wolf Description: Emaciated and rather unnerving upon first glance, "Hex" has a coat of ebony with the occasional patch or streak of tan. His fur is thin from malnutrition, mangy and unkempt, even sparse in some places due to getting himself into less-than-amicable situations with bigger and stronger animals, which also accounts for the numerous scars that serve to enhance his wild and untamed nature. He retains the same piercing eyes and mischievous grin as his human counterpart.
{ I n n e r }
Personality: This mysterious and wary animal's appearance belies the street-wise wisdom and cunning behind the intense golden orbs. He has had many years of experience learning what it takes to survive on his own and, like most teenagers, refuses to take shit from anybody. He is curt and mocking toward most males, appearing to have no respect for authority, but rarely will he pass up the opportunity to spend some “quality time” with a pretty plaything. He claims to need no pack as the only thing he has any real care for is himself, as he believes it should be. However, he will be the first to admit - even if it is only to himself – that, while there are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, there are also others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. Certainly it's enough to tinge anyone's perspective.
History: No, his family was not brutally slaughtered by humans or any other animals or fellow wolves right before his very eyes. No, he was not forced out of his pack due to vile or abhorrent circumstances. No, he is not suffering from amnesia and cannot remember his life up until this point. In fact, he remembers it quite well, as each individual event that has coalesced and merged to shape who "Hex" is today has been the work of none other than himself... his very own ideas; his very own plans of action. The thought of bending to anyone else's will has never appealed much to "Hex".
Discovering his father, Koda, to be a weak and spineless leader once he was old enough to join the pack and study their methods, he merely left. Just up and vanished one night while the rest of the pack slumbered peacefully, all because he couldn't stand the whole "team dynamic" and the manners in which his father handled certain situations. Sure, he could have challenged Koda and, quite possibly, could have won and would have been ten times the Alpha his father was... but who would honestly want to lead a bunch of brainless, incompetent morons for the rest of their life? Certainly not anyone with a mind of their own?
It has only been a few months since "Hex" abandoned his father's pack to rot without him, and he has already unintentionally drawn quite the cult of followers since learning of the ability to disguise himself in the form of a human. His dark, suave style and confident demeanor has proved to be rather handy in multiple cases, granted some don't seem to approve of his slight vanity and short temper. Though, he does not consider these humans a pack, for he finds them each to be dull and quite stupid for wanting to mold themselves after him.
Every once in awhile, however, they succeed in providing "Hex" with a source of entertainment when the boredom and loneliness prove too much. He preys upon these kids' innocence and despair, all too willing to adopt the role of the caring and understanding lover to a distraught and forsaken soul... if only until he grows jaded of them or a more interesting toy comes along. He's quite the ruthless bugger, really.
{ E v a l u a t i o n }
RP Sample: [In response to L.osing is -not- an option// in Nari City]
“Aw, c'mon, Baby...” the voice purred, twirling the slender girl around by her waist and pulling her closer, “I don't bite.” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder at his comrades before adding as a promising side note: “Unless you're into that sort of thing.”
The girl giggled, covering her mouth with one hand coyly, “You're gonna get me grounded!” A chorus of chuckles echoed around them, as well as the half-hearted snicker of the boy that seemed bent on keeping her right where she was, despite her protests. He considered this for a moment, his tongue fiddling with the ring in his lip, and exhaled heavily through both nostrils. “That won't do at all, I suppose.”
She laughed, wrapping her skinny little arms around his neck and leaning up to press her black lips against his own, the bar in her tongue raking against his teeth. After a minute or two, they finally decided to come up for air. The girl sighed sadly as she pulled away from him and, seeing the hint of a pout tugging on his mouth, placed her index finger against his lips, "It's getting dark. I need to be heading home. My parents...”
He snarled quietly as she trailed off with an exaggerated roll of his half-lidded eyes, “Fine.” With a swift slap to her backside, he chuckled and eyed a chubby boy with a stiff Mohawk and a Gothic cross dangling on a thick chain from his neck,
“You,” he demanded firmly, “Make sure she gets home alright, huh?” Can't have anything happen to my pretty little prize. “And don't try anything funny,” he warned the kid, stepping forward to catch the girl before she turned away from him, inclining his head to whisper into her ear, “I'll see you later.”
He grinned wickedly, his tongue sliding along his teeth as he watched her departing figure, his head adopting a slit tilt. He then turned, dragging an elegant hand through dark, careless tresses.
“She's a hottie,” another boy greeted him as he approached the group, offering a lazy knuckle-bump of approval, “Where'd you find her?”
Hex smiled devilishly and thought back to the local concert that took place earlier in the week, “That concert at Charlie's,” he answered, recalling the former-bar-turned-teen-hangout's lack of décor and tact, wincing at the memory of the so-called “music” that emanated from the dilapidated building. It was a wonder anyone bothered to go to those shitty concerts at all. No wonder most of the more interesting folks gathered outside. Humans would do anything for a chance to get out of their houses.
Suddenly out of nowhere a horn blared, disrupting his little boast-fest as the other's attention was drawn away from him and zeroed in on the offending vehicle.
“GO HOME, LOSERS!” a guy shouted from inside the old, battered Camaro, the half-assed insult immediately being met with a chorus of “Fuck You”s, “Go To Hell”s and numerous displays of the Digit of Disdain. Hex sneered. Surely he had better things to do than involve himself in a petty side-walk fight with idiot humans. He hooked his index finger in the O-ring of the spiked collar that encircled his neck, tugging on it idly as he glanced about for something more worth-while to focus his attention on. Backing away from the angry mob of scene kids and punks, he abruptly halted. A strangely familiar scent lingered on the cool evening breeze, golden eyes shifting about anxiously in search of the source. When he'd finally spotted it, his gaze alighted upon three individuals: two guys and a girl, all traveling together. He shook his head as he easily saw through their disguises. Wolves. Others like him.
No fucking way, he thought incredulously to himself, glancing back quickly to see if any of the humans had noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor. Realizing none of them had even noticed his presence, let alone the change in his mood, he casually sauntered off, slipping closer to the trio with growing curiosity. He'd be damned if he was going to alert them to his presence right off the bat, so instead of merely following them, he opted to track them from a safe distance. Luckily it was nearly nightfall, and the clothes he wore were dark enough to conceal him fairly well as long as he stayed away from the light of any street lamps. If anything, it should provide something mildly interesting to do for the next hour or so, granted these strangers weren't as dull as the humans he'd be hanging out with otherwise.
His sharp eyes narrowed from beneath the curtain of tendrils as he, too, noted the stale odor of alcohol and hard liquor. Though foreboding as it was, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement at what was undoubtedly about to occur. And he was lucky enough to have a front row seat!
Hex watched on, tense with the conflicting desires to remain where he was and view the battle with glee, or to abandon his post and help his fellow wolves. In the end, he was delighted to see that they were each sufficient fighters enough to take care of themselves, and one-another, without his assistance. Though the idea of having to worry about another life other than his own made him scowl at their hospitality towards each other. How inconvenient. Something within his wolf's mind twitched joyfully at the sound of a thick spine snapping in two, and he vaguely wondered at his sanity. Never had he, personally, killed a human. Maim perhaps, but never kill. Although he'd be lying if he were to say that the thought of experiencing the very same sensation of bones snapping like twigs within his jaws didn't send shivers down his spine. And so, in the end, the wolves won. A bit messy and melodramatic for his tastes, but... c'est la vie. They began moving once more, undoubtedly to remove themselves from the scene of the crime lest they be caught, and he waited until they were far enough away. Hex scanned the area carefully before approaching the lifeless form and sniffing the corpse, “Way to go, pal,” he sneered with disgust. Such a pathetic race humans seemed, if this guy was any example. "It's not nice to pick fights!" he admonished the dead man, snickering to himself.
Disregarding the carcass, the boy vanished into the alley he'd seen the injured and exhausted trio escape into, taking up the scent of their trail once more. Where they thought they were going, he couldn't fathom. He'd been in this city long enough to know that one needed connections to find anywhere worth staying. His nose lead him to a narrow space between two buildings, one of which he vaguely recalled being some sort of experimentation facility. Or, rumored to be some sort of experimentation facility, anyway. He hadn't ever thought to explore the place, himself. He could acquire whatever information he wanted from within his circle of humans, after all. Hex blinked, the kids' scents mixed with something that made his stomach churn; something evil. Then he realized that the conflicting smells came from an air duct leading into the building, which was conveniently large enough to accompany the size of a young adult if he or she got down on his or her hands and knees. Go figure. He squatted before the tunnel, the quiet, muffled sounds of their voices echoing just loud enough for him to hear. He laughed to himself. If they think I'm going to follow them in there, they've got another thing comin'! Hex snorted and leaned back against the wall opposite to the supposed science lab's, breaking out a crushed cigarette carton from the back pocket of his straight-legged black pants and lighting up one of the slender white sticks, patiently waiting for them to re-emerge. Surely, judging from the alarm in what he picked up in their voices, it shouldn't be too long now.
[OOC note: I apologize greatly, but I'm having an extremely difficult time coming up with just the right name, so I have used his alias wherever necessary until I can find a good name and plug it in accordingly.
It's funny, I was actually in the process of creating a character that I've had in mind for a few days now named Dax when the idea for this guy randomly popped into my head out of absolutely nowhere. I liked it, so I ran with it. I'm excited to have thought of him, and I think he'd be a lot of fun. So, if there is anything that is not acceptable or that doesn't quite make sense (please disregard the absence of written details from the images provided), please let me know and I will alter it immediately.]
