Candern Carson

[candern]

Candern Carson
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Jacob Crowley
Age: 20
Years of Rping: 4
Contact: PM

ID Tag;;

Alias: Toma
Name: Candern Carson
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 35
Physical Age: 20
Species: Were-Tiger
Sire: Unknown (for reason see bio)
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Fifty-three dollars and thirty-six cents
Job: Works at Sub Mart

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1.Is a rather good cook
2.Stays calm in all situations
3.Very good hacker

Summary:
From an early age Candern was on his own. His father Soloven left him to goto some strange city with no word and left his teen son on his own. Thus Candern, haveing no known family to run to, had to learn to grow up all on his own. After about a month T.V dinners got real old so he had to figure out how to cook himself, witch he did rather well. He did not really know anyone in the city he lived in and after his fater left he grew very wary of venturing into the world of social gatherings at all. His one escape was of course the internet. This was where he spent most of his time and grew very good at finding and getting into those...little known sites. Lastly being alone most of his later life he grew to realise that if you were going to get something done by yourself you needed to do it calmly and with a collected mind.

Weakness:
1.Cannot swim does not want to swim and never has. Dosent like water at all.
2.Mirrors, is afraid of his reflection
3.Claustaphobic

Summary:
Has feared water from and early age and is yet to figure out why. As such he has never learned to swim and has never wanted to. He does not fear all water he will take a shower and when he has to wade across something. If, however it comes to water that is deeper then he is you would have the fight of your life to get him into it. Mirrors he also does not like, he has never liked nor tolerated his own image and as such dislikes mirrors to the edge where he is afraid of looking at himself. This most likely sprung from his troubled childhood.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Brown, Mid length
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11"
Marks: N/A
Race: American
Skin Tone: White
Body Type: Slim
Clothing Style: Casual
Footwear: Casual

Summary:
Candern has never been overly worried about his appearance. In his view he will look like trash no matter what he dresses like or does his hair like. In the result of this he simply dresses in the way that is best suited to what he is doing or simply what he wants to put on. He is tall but not overly so and has very bright blue eyes. His body type is very thin mostly due to the fact that he does not eat much. His footwear is basicly the same as the rest of his looks if it is comfy and good for what he is doing at the time he will wear it. He wouldent care if it was hot pink with tweety yellow stripes as long as it fit comfy.

Tiger Appearance;;

Eye Color: Yellowish brown
Fur Color: Light orange with black stripes. White belly.
Fur Length: Mid
Fur Texture: Soft
Size: Mid
Marks: N/A

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Cooking
2. Gatoraid
3. Watching the world as it all goes by

Dislikes:
1. Pain, for himself or others
2. Chiwawas
3. The concept of someone being "Owned"

Flaws:
1. Is very easily controled by most females.
2. Can be far to honest at times an dosent really know how to lie
3. Can sometimes be a bit dence

Summary:
His likes are based mainly on his solo lifestyle, the ways he was forced to live his life. During witch he devoloped his like of cooking and gatoraid. His habit of watching the world however sprung from his beloved pastime of sitting at his window alone and watching the street. He had always found it that you found out so much more if you took the time to stand back a moment and watch the world go by. You often found things that most missed and as such you were thought to know more but know less spicifics. Everything has its downfalls, this was at least Candern's take on it.

His dislikes on the other hand stem from the same area but the diffrent half. It also is less narrow minded than his likes. His dislike of pain comes from his looking at the world as a whole in his likes. He sees all the pain in the situation and tends to blow it a bit out of size. As such he tends to dislike it greatly. As for Chiwawa's he simply dislikes them for the simple reason that they are tiny and they shake. No real other reason exists for this.
It is pretty much the same for the concept of somone being "Owned." You belong to yourself and thats the way it is supposed to be.

One thing about Candern is that he really likes females but does not honestly know how to talk to them all that well. He gets nervous and tounge tied and tends to make a fool of himself rather easily. Many of this stems from the face he has not had much social interaction in his life and tends to outcast himself. He dosent understand commen sence that well at times either. All in all he is just really not good with people at all.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Mother: Rose Carson
Father: Soloven Carson
No known brothers or sisters
Birth Place: L.A. California
Childhood: Please see history
Transformation: Attacked by another Were-Tiger for full details see history
Prey: Eats animals when able but will eat humans if he really has to.
Moon Tidings: Moon mostly but is trying to learn to transform at will.
Other Transformation: Saliva
History: Candern was born to the happy union of Rose and Soloven Carson, his mother however died at childbirth. This made his father rather distant and withdrawn from the world but it by no means made it to where he did not care for his child. During his childhood Candern's father was a very quiet person and really seemed to be coasting past most of his life. As if his mind was far far away. This was not to say that Candern was uncared for he had quite a fine life just abnormaly quiet. If he needed something it was provided if he was hungry he was fed but his father never seemed to put his soul into his child. Other than that he had a very calm clean childhood.

Liveing with only his father by the age of ten the child had grown to be rather like his father. At school he was quiet and sat at the back of the class, only speaking when he was called upon. He slid into this role rather easily seeing as there was nobody at home pestering him to speak. During his later years his father was around less and less he had learned to be mostly self careing by at least the age of twelve. His father still sliped by to give him some cash untill his next visit but other than that and a couple days, the rare week or two, he stayed he was gone. By the time he made his teens it was just then he realised that his father had no job to speak of and had no real reason to be gone as much as he was.

The last time that young Candern saw his father was at the age of 15. He had been home for an abnormaly long time, almost a month. Candern even had fooled himself into thinking that he might very well be comeing home to stay. He had not needed his father in quite some time but he did not hate the man. e loved his father dearly and found the small apartment cold and lonely without someone here with him. The figure that he called his father however did leave again and Candern lived his life as he always had, waiting for his father to return. It passed the time mark of a full year and Candern grew more and more worried by the day. His dad had never been gone anywhere near this long before. He even had to move out of the home he had had all his life into a small apartment with his one and only girlfriend he had ever had the courage to ask out. He went to work, school and home and waited quietly for his father to return. It went on like this for the next four years.

By the age of 19 not much had changed for the young man he was liveing with his girlfriend in a small studio and all was going rather well. He had even been saveing up for a ring. He was getting ready to pop the question. He was one day walking to the store to buy that very ring after work one afternoon. The full moon really was quite pretty that night. He was passing an alleyway but payed it no mind, it was cold and he wanted to get the ring and get his cold ass home. The choise, however, was not left up to him. At that moment he passed the alley but was pounced from behind. The being's weight was far tog reat and Candern fell quickly and he clawed at the sidewalk as he was dragged into the alleyway. What happened next was all a blur of blood pain and a strange tiger looking creature. He was not shure how he ended up able to crawl under that dumpster but he rememberd two figures with crossbows. One in the upper ages and one barely more than a teen. The teen seemed to see the man and Candern froze. However when the aparent master asked the boy if he had seen anyone else he said "Nobody"

After his horrific ordeal Candern did all he knew how. He ran, he ran home all the way home and locked himself in the bathroom. Luckly his girlfriend Jackie was out with the girls tonite. He patched all his wounds and kept telling himself it was all in his mind, none of it was real it was all just a bad dream. He changed his clothing and covered his wounds. He just went to bed and tried to forget it all.

That is what the mad did supress it and try to forget anything ever happened. He could not however hide the changes that his body was seeming to go under. It was on a calm night, not unlike that one about a month ago that it happened. Candern seemed to black out. When he came to he was in an alley and inf ront of him was a dead body. He had never killed a man before what was going on. It had to be some mistake, it was then that he looked at his hands, his hands that were in the shape of claws. What had he become?

Once again Candern did the only thing that he knew how. He ran, for the next 15 years he ran from town to town just barely getting a grip on who...and what he was. In his long travels he had come to a new city, perhaps this one would be diffrent, better, a home.

Code Word: i hAve read da rules
In the rules

Mad Skills;;

Candern pulled his long coat around him tighter as he walked into yet another city. The cab had droped him off here after he had left Carson City. Apart form the play on his name it had not served him well. He had only just escaped the hunters that had found him out. He had to get a grip on his new form he fealt that he could controll the beast. There had to be a way. He looks at what looked like couple of teenage girls that giggled away at his gaze. He smiles at them kindly and looks away as he trips over a jutting outcrop in the walk to another giggle fit from the girls. "Smooth as silk Candern" He mutters to himself with a light shake of his head.

He walks into a small cafe and sits at a table as a teenage scene girl in a skirt that was a bit to short for her uniform to be company issue. Every time he looked at somone happy like this he couldent help imagine what would happen when next he turned. When next the tiger within took over. Would they be the one he ate? He shook his head out of his little daydream for time enough to order a coffee and a small muffin. Banana nut as always. Was there a better muffin? "Thanks honey" He nods to her and looks down. The moon would be full tonight, he wondered who that beast would eat tonight. An inocent girl on a date. Some father comeing home from work. Perhaps an inocent male going to buy a ring for his beloved. Whomever it was they would scream at his mind for the rest of his days.

[Lady Thorn]

Approved.