Kayan Alexander

[wolvenlover]

Kayan Alexander;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Lyryk
Age: 27 at the time of this interview.
Years of Rping: 12 years now.
Contact:

PM.

ID Tag;;

Alias: Alex
Name: Kayan Alexander
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 80
Physical Age: 25
Species: Were-Wolf
Sire: A fleeting encounter with a beast in the woods would eventually lead to the change, but it was unknown at the time what had attacked him.
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic.
Wealth: Enough to sustain a good life.
Job: Kayan inherrited his current wealth from his father, but currently runs a garage.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Hand to hand fighting.
2. Social interaction.
3. Vehicle mechanic.

Summary:
Kayan's outgoing nature serves him well when meeting new people, regardless of their background. His often flirtatious and carefree attitude can give others a feeling of his open attitude that lends to an overall comfort while around him. He's good with his hands and from years of being around cars and motorcycles, he's worked hard to be good at fixing them up. He's currently a mechanic in a garage he owns and in the past had helped his dad fix up a hotrod when he was young. He loves the purr of a well maintained engine. His years have also given him the need to defend himself on occasion and Kayan has become quite a proficient street fighter. For a time he worked as a nightclub bouncer and learned different submission techniques for quickly bringing someone down.

Weakness:
1. Silver.
2. He will fall for a pretty face. He trusts easily.
3. He gives in to his animal nature often and can come across as reckless.

Summary:
Even without a proper sire or without being surrounded by others like him; Kayan learned early on that silver could cause injury or possibly worse. It was a silver picture frame that had clued him in while he was cleaning out his father's attic, the smooth metal singing his fingers. Kayan is also easy to trusting others and has been the cause of much hurt in his past. In spite of how his past relationships turned out, he's slow to learn to work around this and it's only a matter of time until someone else comes along to take advantage of him. His primal instincts often take control and in a moment's notice can cause him to act or react in ways that he would otherwise consciously avoid. He's been spurred from a calm demeanor to violence with a single word; and even to almost ferocious levels of physical desire.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Brown with bleached blonde tips.
Eyes: Grey-Blue
Height: 6"1
Marks: Kayan has a tattoo of a star in a crescent moon on his left shoulder with the words 'Bad Dog' striking through it. His biceps each have two parallel 'slashes' tattooed that match similar 'slashes' inked on his thighs. Just above the slashes on his right arm is a wraparound tribal band.
Race: Caucasion.
Skin Tone: Medium tanned.
Body Type: Muscular.
Clothing Style: Rock n' Roll is best to describe him - opting for jeans and tight t-shirts or tankers and a black leather jacket.
Footwear: Motorcycle boots or black runners.

Summary:
He's tall and good looking and during the day would be seen wearing aviator sunglasses that sit on his chiselled features. His chin has a short patch of dark growth but he keeps the resst of his face clean shaven as he's not a fan of a scruffy appearance. His clothes fit his muscular frame well and he will most often pair up jeans with a white fitted t-shirt. His pants are almost always designer labels, hugging his legs and hips nicely and falling overtop of black boots. His pants rarely have signs of wear, but he will on occasion sport jeans with holes in the knees. His black leather jacket looks older than Kayan should be, an obvious throwback to the 50's greaser look. His shoulder tattoo and the band around his right arm were inked before his run-in with the beast and represent the more human side of his personality, while the very tribal slashes were done more out of right of passage.

Wolf Appearance;;

Eye Color: Honey
Fur Color: Brown with strands of grey.
Fur Length: Medium length.
Fur Texture: Soft.
Size: On hind legs, eight feet.
Marks: None that are apparent.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Passion. Raw, primal passion.
2. Working on an engine.
3. Drinking and partying.

Dislikes:
1. The high and mighty attitude.
2. Liars, cheats and thieves.
3. Bigotry.

Flaws:
1. A bit self involved. He has a strong ego and doesn't like to be told he's wrong.
2. Has issues with authority. He doesn't like to take orders.
3. Apathy. He's most interested in having a good time regardless of what could be going on around him.

Summary:
Kayan's life of managing himself and battling with his inner beast left him cold and uncaring of the rest of the world. In his mind, his world is all that matters and his desires all rest on feelings of self-fulfillment. As much as he wants attachment, he knows that he'll be hurt again and instead desires the physical connection to the emotional. The passion to claw and bite and let the animal out is what he craves most and this can come at even inappropriate times or cause him to say things that normally he would keep to himself. He despises being told what to do and will push against the grain to do what he wants, taking little stock in the desires of others if they are contrary to his own. While he can be sympathetic or caring, he's most interested in his own well-being and is aware of not only his good looks, but any of his above average abilities. He'll fight even if he's wrong and would rather be the winner of an argument, regardless of the outcome. Instinct causes him to fight rather than fly.

He's truly at home when working on a car, tuning it to perfection with an almost zen-like attitude. It's a stark contrast to his party-goer attitude that while out can help him close down a bar. He smiles as often as he can and has a good time and there are few things will bring out the darker side of his beast. He's quick to step up to someone who prides themselves above others and makes the rest seem weak or unimportant. His hatred of those who take advantage of others gives him a distrust of thieves and he despises liars. Even with his sometimes crude nature, he's honest and strives to accept anyone for who they are as long as they accept it themselves. Blind hatred of others is something he finds disgusting and certain slurs or actions will provoke him easily.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Thomas Alexander (deceased)
Birth Place: San Francisco, California
Childhood: Vague memories of his mother - though only quick images. Otherwise a happy childhood.
Transformation: Attacked by a beast in the woods after his car broke down.
Prey: Sexual predators, thieves, muggers, murderers and assorted nightwalking scum.
Moon Tidings: At first it was only with the lunar cycle, but as the man and beast came together over the years, it can happen at will.
Other Transformation: If prey was ever left alive, saliva into their blood stream directly could pass the virus in enough of a quantity to cause change. There needs to be significant trauma to the body though, to cause the dormant virus to activate and transform the damaged cells to repair them.

History:
Kayan had a childhood like most, though his mother had died quite early on due to complications with her lungs. As a result, he has little memory of her, save for the single framed photograph of her on his parents' wedding day. His father Thomas wasn't an ideal father, his rules were strict and his parental hand was anything but kind and warm; but he did his best and tried as he could to make his son the best he could be. The man meant well, even if he didn't know how to show it. As Kayan grew older, his father and him bonded more as buddies; spending their free hours in the garage and fixing up a car that Thomas had brought home from the wrecking yard he owned. His business was successful enough to give them a nice house and from time to time it would give his father a treasure like the Chrysler they now worked on. Thomas taught him the nuances of engine restoration, vehicle maintenance and even how to drive - and it was this time together that would give Kayan his fondest of memories. They wouldn't last, however; and Thomas would die within the same year as James Dean - 1955. The doctors had said it was health issues from working around the scrapyard and so left with a modest inheritance and the business, Kayan would turn around and sell the land to developers who would later go on to build a car manufacturing plant.

Bouts of depression fell over the young man for a time and one night, Kayan had made the final touches on the car that he and his dad worked on for all these years and took it out onto the California highway going north. The sun had set and while driving through undeveloped forestland, something darted in front of the car and caused Kayan to spin the wheel, sending the hot rod into the ditch. He got out to investigate and with a sigh would discover that the car was not roadworthy any longer, the front axel snapped and three of the tires blown. The moon was full and hung overhead, casting a white-blue glow over the empty road and illuminating a large, beastlike silhouette on a nearby hill. Kayan's heart raced and he turned and fled, dashing into the woods to hope to evade what he could only guess was a bear. He made as much noise as he could but the attack was sudden, knocking him off his feet as the beast tore into his flesh. He didn't know how it happened, but he woke in the hospital two days later, bandaged up and groggy from morphine. After a week long stay, he would head back home.

The first transformation would happen at the next full moon and for his first time, Kayan would be left with no memory of what had happened the night before. He found himself just outside of San Francisco, naked and covered in blood. It wasn't before long though that he would catch on to the beast as over time, more and more memory would remain - though try as he might, he wasn't able to control himself and the ferocious hunger would send him off to hunt the darkened streets.

During the 60's and 70's, Kayan worked as a bouncer for several clubs and saw his fill of fights, sex and drunken debauchery. Between this and his daytime job running 'Bad Dog's Garage', he kept himself as busy as he could. When the full moon would be coming up, Kayan took to locking himself away in a fortified room in the basement. As the cycles came and went, soon he would start to become aware of his time transformed and felt the rush of power, adrenaline and primal instinct.

His new renaissance came during the 80's and 90's where he taught himself to keep control while in his wolven form and turned his predatory nature toward anyone that would prey on others. Over the years he had been taken for an emotional ride and the beast in him pushed him to take some level of revenge on others. He hated that he killed people, but his guilt lessened the more he could convince himself that they deserved it on some level and that they weren't innocent. Being used for his body, for his generocity and his money; his past exes had never led him in as much as he did them and it left it's marks on him. He felt like a dog locked outside in the rain, but he didn't feel sad, instead he stopped feeling it at all. The more he pushed away the man, the more the beast came through in him and soon he was even able to control the change.

His lifestyle became that of the partier as he frequented bars and clubs in both sides of the nightlife; seeking out pleasure in the form of drink or comapnionship from both men and women. His hightened senses and animalistic nature made him easy at finding ready and eager palymates and his regenerative abilities allowed him to metabolize alcohol almost as fast as he could drink it. Whenever the beast would push forcefully against his will, Kayan would let it through in some manner. His nights out as one of the wolven allowed him to stalk those he felt deserved their brutal fates and his hunger for a fresh kill would be temporarily filled. His primal urges and his need to exist in the modern world became a balance of sorts and Kayan soon moved across the country from California to Manhattan, buying a modest loft. He opened up a new garage called 'Mad Dog Mechanics' and still enjoys the nightlife that New York has to offer, both for his human side and his beast.


Code Word:
do the mashed potato, do the twist

Mad Skills;;

The night air was crisp and in the late spring it carried both the sweet scents of blossoming flowers and of the young men and women that wandered the streets. Mixed with that was the metallic and industrial smells of the garage as the man worked tirelessly underneath the bulk of a '67 Camaro convertible. The muscle car's black paint job was scratched and faded and the engine had needed a complete overhaul, but Kayan had faith in the beautiful vehicle's future.

He felt it was near to nine o'clock and his stomach growled with a hunger he needed to quell. His sense of smell was in overdrive and he slid himself out from under the greasy underbody of the car and picked himself off the ground and made his way over to the large sink to scrub the oil and grease from his fingers. His next stop would be his flat so he could change, preferrably into a pair of tearaway pants and a thin t-shirt - and then he'd go wander the late night streets for an object of his inner desires.

He licked his lips and nodded inwardly, then shut off the lights in the garage before locking up.

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