Charley Rykert

[purebloodedlycan22]

Charley Rykert;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Rebecca
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 8+
Contact: [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: Hulk, Charley
Name: Marisuz Pudlownski (Had his name changed after he became an adult in the US)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 300
Physical Age: 32
Species: Were-Wolf
Sire: N/A
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Above average, but not "rich"
Job: Cage fighter, personal trainer

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Hand to hand combat
2. Getting into people's minds
3. Guns

Summary:
Charley's got years of training under his belt that aides him in hand to hand combat. As of now, he works as a paid fighter for an orginization, so he knows how to fight. He can get into people's heads by taunting them and bragging about what he does to his prey. He'll talk about slaughtering vamps and hunters and tearing them limb from limb, and all the while he'll keep an eye on your every move. His specialty with guns comes from a good friend of his who was in the military as a sharp shooter. He taught him everything and trained him in how to properly use various guns.

Weakness:
1. Silver
2. At times his shoulder
3. A soft spot for werewolves

Summary:
Charley's biggest weakness is silver. He's got a small fear towards it, and even if it just touches his skin, it'll cause him severe pain. Then there's the issue of his shoulder. While working for that fighting orginization, he was injured badly with a shattered shoulder. Although it healed with the help of being a lycan, the injury still bugs him every now and then. The last thing that he can fall prey to his soft spot for werewolves. He hates seeing them die, and enemies can use that against him.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Brown, very short
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'4
Marks: Has a tattoo of a werewolf on both upper arms
Race: White
Skin Tone: Medium
Body Type: Muscular
Clothing Style: Varies, mostly urban
Footwear: Sneakers

Summary:
98 percent of the time, you'll see Charley wearing either a black du rag, or a bandanna. (Both can be seen in my sig pics) He also likes to wear darker colored t shirts, sleeveless shirts, and tank tops. You'll never catch him in long sleeves unless he's wearing a tux or a hoodie. He dosen't like long sleeves and he feels that they're too uncomfortable. For special occasions, he'll wear a black tux, or whatever the occasion calls for. Charley's always been athletic throughout his life, so that's how he dresses.

Wolf Appearance;;

Eye Color: Golden yellow
Fur Color: Brown
Fur Length: Medium
Fur Texture: Smooth
Size: In ancient wolf form, he's about eight feet tall
Marks: N/A

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Werewolves
2. Pushing himselves to new limits
3. People who like werewolves

Dislikes:
1. Vampires
2. Hunters
3. Anyone who kills his kind, no matter the reason

Flaws:
1. His size slows him down
2. Sometimes doesn't think before he acts
3. Has a slight fear towards silver

Summary:
Charley's known about the history between vampires and werewolves, and that's what makes him hate vamps. He's also seen them kill his kind in person and it only added fuel to the fire. His fear of silver comes from an ordeal he had years ago. Charley had been shot with a silver bullet, but it wasen't like any silver bullet he'd ever come across before. It caused him the worst pain he's ever felt, and it actually caused his heart to stop. Luckily, he had someone with him who saved his life.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Deceased
Birth Place: Poland
Childhood: He had a very rough childhood, and was beaten since a young age.
Transformation: By birth
Prey: Anyone except other werewolves. Mostly hunters and vamps though.
Moon Tidings: During the full moon, he changes unvoluntarily. He can't control himself then, but when he changes at random, he can.
Other Transformation: Biting, or getting saliva into an open wound.
History:
Charley had an extremely rough childhood. He was adopted by human parents, and his father was in jail, his mother was a heiron addict. Charley was always trying to get out of the house to avoid the chaos, and football and weightlifting helped him do that. While they lived in Poland, things went along fine, but as soon as they moved to the United States, everything went down hill. Child abuse was only one of the many charges his father had, and Charley's body showed it. When he was a teen, he had many scars along his body. Even if Charley haden't done anything wrong, his parents would find a reason to beat him.

At the age of 20, he was able to change to his wolf form. Charley never saw this as a curse, but a gift. Only soon after the discovery, he went back to his old home, and killed his parents. What the police had found obviously wasn't your everyday murder. Charley ripped out his mother's heart, tore it in two, and placed it on her body. Then he smashed his father's heart with his bear hand, and left. 'Til this day, he dosen't miss them one bit, or regret killing them. In fact, he's proud of it. Charley doesn't even bother going to their graves, and keeps them out of his memory whenever he can.

Once he was use to life in the United States, Charley had his name legally changed. (From Marisuz) He then got a job, made some money, and bought himself a house. Now alone, Charley wanted to find a group to fit in with, and what more could work than werewolves. As the days went along, he gained lycan friends, and even some human ones. Yet with all that being said, he still wasen't too fond with how he was living his life. Charley was interested in finding a better job, and didn't take long before he was hired as a personal trainer at a popular gym. It made him a lot more money than his first job had, and he upgraded to a better home. With his life in the United States now comfortable, Charley felt as if he belonged.

About three years later, he had become part of a werewolf pack. This pack was like a new family to him, and so was the entire lycan race. Not only did they handle business about their species as a group, but also about personal issues. This pack lasted about five years, and that was when something happened. One night, they were at a gathering. A group of hunters must've seen them or somehow heard about the meeting, and every pack member was killed except Charley. He had barely managed to survive, and when he woke up after passing out that night, he was lying in a puddle of his own blood. Lying around him were the corpses of his friends, and Charley swore to get his revenge.

It was only a few days later that Charley got to fullfil what he wanted, murdering the hunters responsible and making sure they went through the worst pain possible. Yet the pack's murder had further damaged Charley, and he no longer wanted to be with an "official" group. He made other friends here and there, but never became a part of another pack. Eventually Charley healed for the most from everything in his past, and he began to love a normal life once again. He signed up to be a cage fighter, and upon getting the job, his income went way up. He moved into mansion like home, and pushed away everything that had bothered him before. Now he's just about as happy as he ever was, and still keeps the goal of wanting to defend his kind.

Code Word:
'i hAve read the rules'

Mad Skills;;

Charley walked into the club, and right away he could feel eyes settling upon him. Vampires often came here at this time of night to feed upon the humans that inhabited it, but Charley didn't care. If a vampire wanted to mess with him, he'd put a bullet through their chest. The epression never changed on his face, and he didn't glance back at anyone who looked at them. He could sense if someone was walking up to him to start a fight.

Their heart rate would be high, and he could sense the intensity pulsing through them. Yet intensity in humans at a night club was very common, so he only made note of it if he noticed someone trailing him. Charley than walked up to the bar and ordered himself an Irish car bomb. It was strong stuff, but it didn't bother him at all. When he turned his head, he saw a female vampire leading someone away. He shook his head in disgust, not because the girl was innocent, but because there was yet again another vampire that needed to feed.

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted.