Post by aly on Apr 23, 2009 11:55:51 GMT -5
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Alias: Nate, Twitter Paws
Name: Nathen
Gender: Male
Orientation: Normal
Real Age: 67
Physical Age: 16
Species: Were-Arctic Fox
Sire: His father
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Not a lot
Job: How'd Pizza Delivery guyDear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Super Human abilities (Speed, strength, est.)
2. Super Healing
3. Darkness
4. Body Transformation
5. Control
6. Call of the Wild
Summary:
Nate, being a rather small were needs some form of protection, he finds it exceptionally helpful that when he does get hurt, which happens more often the not, he can heal rather quickly. His speed is also one of his advantages seeing as it will be a rare site to see him stand and fight if there’s the slightest chance of an escape.
His call of the wild ability has saved him many times seeing as if he got cornered by anything bigger then him (Almost anything) He could just call out for help.
His body transformation he mainly uses if he needs to escape without notice so he slowly changes, making minute alterations to his body, though this, and any other transformation comes with a major physical flaw seeing as it will cause him immense pain and is only used in emergencies. He has some form of control over what he does in his were form, as in he can decide where to go or who to go towards, but other then that, there’s not much control.
Weakness:
1. Silver
2. Size
3. Fear
4. Youth
Summary:
As with almost all other weres he is burned by silver, not much important about that, he basically just avoids it and stays fine. Now when it comes to most other weres he has got to have one of the smallest forms, and this poses a great disability for him seeing that even though he is stronger then a human, he is much weaker then most other weres so he relies fully on his speed, agility and his healing, without that he is dead meat in a fight.
With all his lacking in stature he is scared of most things, but this sometimes go a little overboard and turns into a light form of paranoia where he’ll think that some random person is out to get him if he’s only passed them in the street and he’ll got running with his tail between his legs.
Now in most cases being young is a good thing, but what he gains in youth he lacks greatly in experience and hasn’t fully mastered all of his abilities, except of course for healing, seeing as he’s used that more times then he’s shifted.Human Appearance;;
Hair: Blond, almost white
Eyes: A very light grey
Height: Shorter then most humans of his appeared age.
Marks: N/A
Race: British
Skin Tone: Very pale
Body Type: Slim, athletic, small, very petit
Clothing Style: Goes for darker clothes
Footwear: Anything he can find
Summary:
He looks like any normal human male of his age, though his skin shows that he’s clearly had a lack of sun, which is true seeing as he’s spent most of his time in England and sunshine there was like a miracle for him. He does seems to be smaller then most other guys, but most seem to think that he just wasn’t fed enough seeing as he is skinny, almost too skinny, but in truth he’s healthy as a horse, rarely ever getting ill.Were Appearance;;
Eye Color: Yellow
Fur Color: Snow white with a light black shading under his fur
Fur Length: Long and fluffy
Fur Texture: Smooth and soft
Size: About the size of a Maltese Poodle
Marks: N/APersonality;;
Likes:
1. Snow
2. Outdoors
3. Others of his species
4. Females
Dislikes:
1. Fights
2. Canines
3. Felines
4. Smog
Flaws:
1. Tends to act childish
2. Isn’t too bright
3. Is a HUGE flirt
Summary:
If there is one thing above all others that will make Nate happy, it’s snow, he adores the cold white snowflakes melting as they touch his nose, and covering his fur until he needs to shake them off because of how heavy they’re getting, and what better in the snow then a few friends you can really relate to? I’ll tell you what, a nice girl to cuddle up with and keep warm on the cold winter’s nights.
Now there are only a few things that will make him leave a paradise, okay a lot of things, including any canine that is slightly larger then him. But the thing that really gets his fur in a bunch are cats, and not just were cats, normal cats, house cats, he finds them despicable, evil and just plain full of themselves. Now this might sound like some sort of green peace slogan but come on, who doesn’t hate smog blocking a perfect view of the horizon, and this seems to hit a sore spot for Nate because he simply can’t take it!
Now when you’re young a few things are bound to happen:
1. You will mess up, a lot, but Nate, unlike most, doesn’t seem to learn too much from these mistakes, much to the dismay of any and all who’ve ever followed one of his plans and got caught in the fire of what happens when he fails
2. You’ll fall in love, a lot, but it won’t be real love, not yet, though some people just don’t get it, including Nate, once he meets a girl he thinks is cute, he’ll probably stalk her until she accepts a date, then he’ll got WAY over the top with it and probably send the poor girl running away in fear, and him standing heartbroken on the sidewalk.Background Check;;
Family Members: A father back in Britain
Birth Place: Britain
Childhood: Nate grew up in a normal household, he had two sisters, a mother and a father, all of which were older then him, and, unknown to him until his sixteenth birthday, were all Were-Foxes. Up till that fateful day nothing of much importance had happened to him, he’d gone to school like most boys his age and nothing of much importance occurred.
Transformation: It was the 17 November, 14:32pm, the exact time of his birth when he blew out the candles on the cake his mother had insisted on baking. It was a private party, seeing as he’d had one with his friends the day before. No sooner had the last candle gone out when a sudden pain flashed through his shoulder, and the dead was done, immortalized on the exact moment he’d entered the world.
Prey: Mostly rats the he finds sneaking around his apartment, or pet hamsters he buys for the specific purpose, if none of them are found he’ll do the unthinkable and eat human food.
Moon Tidings: Either of his own consent, though this is only when needed, or as soon as there’s a full moon in the sky.
Other Transformation: He needs to do more then bite, he needs to chew and really get his saliva into his prey to get then to transform.
History:
The first thing he can remember of his life was when he was about three, his third birthday party is about as far back as he can remember, from then there was nothing special until he was about fourteen, he started noticing something very weird about his family, his youngest sister, who was two years older then him was having her sixteenth birthday, but he’d been banned from the family event for an accusation that was clearly false, but none the less his father had spoken, and he wouldn’t dare try to speak out against him.
After that his mother and sisters left the house often and returned late at night only to leave again the next day, though his father was almost always at home, except for at night, then the house was completely barren and he had no idea what was happening.
Then it came, his sixteenth birthday, the previous day he’d had what must have been the most amazing party anyone would ever experience, and now all he had to do was sit through his own specially sixteenth birthday family celebration.
Now he knew it was a tradition in the family, but he’d never actually been to one seeing as he was banned from his sisters, so he was a under whelmed when he saw the poorly decorated room with the cake of the table. He would have never expected what happened next, he blew out that candles and thought he was just imagining it when a sharp pain shot through him, but when he turned his head he saw his father, latched onto his shoulder, but he had no idea how he knew it was his father, because the thing latched onto him was more canine then human, but wasn’t fully there, though his face was fully transformed.
Thinking about this delayed his reaction to the pain and he only yelled out after realizing that not only was there a fox like thing in the room, but it was biting into his thin arm! Then before he could fight back there was a sudden blow on the back of his head and it all went black.
He awoke in his room, his first sight was his father’s eyes, staring down at him worriedly.
“See, I told you I didn’t hit too hard!” He heard his eldest sister’s voice shrieking into his ears. He turn his head to see her but only saw a little orange fox head peeping above the side of the bed and two little white paws touching his arm. He screamed and jumped up out of bed and landed on the floor, noticing two thing simultaneously, one was that his sisters paws were fully orange, seeing as he could see them under the bed, and then he noticed that he could see under his bed!
He looked around and saw his mother’s familiar face standing by the door, he immediately ran to her going out of his room and into the corridor. He hid behind one of her legs so he could no longer see his sister in her obviously unnatural form. His eyes drifted to the side and spotted a small white fox standing at the end of the hall way, he hopped back, and was scared out of his skin when the creature mimicked him movement. He took a step forward but stopped as the white fur ball copied him again. His eyes wondered to the side and saw a golden rim which he easily recognized as the frame of the hallway mirror. This confused him and he walked up to it, ignoring the little white fox that seemed to have gained its courage at the same time.
He poked at the rim with his nose, something he didn’t normally do, but felt more natural then blinking and it suddenly hit him, he turned his head to stare at the white thing again, inspecting every inch of it thoroughly and walking towards it, he raised a hand and tapped the mirror, only to find a little white appendage that didn’t seem to fit, reaching out and tapping it. He inspected it and it finally sank in as his eyes returned to the white fox, this was him, he didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but this, was him.
It took a few days for him to fully realize that he wasn’t the only one in his family who had this, his entire family was Weres, and the family tradition was that on your sixteenth birthday you’d be turned and would join the family pack. It took him a few more days to learn exactly what that meant, and it was thanks to his youngest sister that he finally understood it.
“Look, dad was first, then he met mom and he wanted to be with her forever, so he turned her just after they got married, then Sis and I were born, and then you came along, now, we’re gonna teach you how it works and you’ll get a girl and carry on the family fox line.” She announced as though she’d rehearsed the whole thing for months.
After this things went swimmingly until hit happened. They were running out in the forests on a winter morning, and as per usual Nate was struggling to keep up with the rest of his family, seeing as not only did he have the shortest legs, but he hadn’t really gotten used to running in a straight line and could keep his speed up, then suddenly it all changed.
It started with one, sudden and sharp bang, then the next sound caught him off guard and he had to jump to prevent himself from crying out, it was a piecing, gut wrenching and haunting yelp coming from his mother. His head flashed to her and it was easy to see what had happened, she was lying on her side, a growing red puddle surrounding her. He ran towards her, only to feel a pair of jaws lock onto the scruff of his neck as he was suddenly dragged backwards into a near bush. Then there were two more short, and two, very familiar yelps coming from the last two females left alive in his family, he shoved his head down into the snow, letting the icy cold into his eyes, turning the tears into nothing more then more snow, he sat there, for god knows how long, his paws covering his eyes after he couldn’t feel his nose any longer. When he finally raised his head he saw his father sitting next to him, staring off into the abyss, his eyes obviously tear ridden. Nate stood up to see what he was looking at when he saw the dreadful sight, two humans, poaches, sitting around a fire, three furs lying next to the flames, drying out, and above the fire, three tiny bodies, skewered with a stick and being held out to be cooked on the flame.
The sight of his family about to be eaten filled him with such rage, such agony that he acted without thinking, he dashed forward, faster then his father could ever react. He leapt into the air, mouth wide open, and latched onto the neck of the nearest man, chewing into his flesh. The man stood up and flung him around, but he’d made his decision, he was going to kill theses men, no matter what it took. He let go and dropped onto all fours, then bolted to the other male and bit onto his leg, his sharp fangs going through the thick denim pants of the male and going straight into the thick calf muscle, once again he chewed in, but suddenly it hit, the noise stunned his ears and his eyes went white and he felt as the warmth spewed out of his flesh and covered his white fur.
He let go and jumped back, glaring at the man, feeling a sharp pain surge through his hind leg as he put it onto the ground. He quickly turned and ran back to the cover of the bushes, hearing the hunters curse him for attacking without a reason, he was about to turn back for a second go when a pain shot from his tail to his skull. He turned quickly to bite whatever it was, but stopped mid movement at the sight of his father. Next thing he knew he was being dragged back to the house by the tail.
After that incident his father bought him a plane ticket and sent him off to a place where he though his on would be safe, and that was the last Nate saw of his father, though he did still keep in touch through letters, and his father still refused to buy a computer, so emails were out of the question, so it was snail mail.
After first arriving at his new home Nate really didn't know where to start, his father had already arranged an apartment and all his furniture was already moved in, so he basically had no where to start at all. He went for a walk around the city, trying t gain his bearings when he came across a little book store that was in need of help, seeing no reason why not he took the job, of course he out lived the place and soon not only needed a new job, but also a new home. He moved around from city to city for a few years, not really getting into much trouble, except for the few slight territorial bouts, but he usually just left with only a few scars and moved on until he found a good place.
He had a few girlfriends and many, many heartbreaks, but other then that the most of his life was pretty much a repeating process, until finally he got totally bored of the way his life was going and decided to mix it up a little, that was when he'd been around for about 64 years and he was sick and tired of never having anything new happening, then the thought suddenly hit him, he was never going to die, ever, this gave him the brilliant idea that if he really wanted to, he'd never need to leave a place, so long as he just left for like a year and stayed in the near by wilderness for a year or two, now all he needed was a proper place to stay, which wasn't hard to come by, and luckily it was an area were, strangely enough, money weres seemed to be living among each other without too much problems, and he soon called this home and took up a job as a pizza guy, a simple enough pursuit with a just as simple pay check that just barely allowed him to live, but it really didn't matter to him, he didn't need money, all he really needed was some one, anyone, that would keep him company, because it didn't take too long for him to realise, immortality could be very lonely.
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