Draven Pierce

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Draven Pierce;;
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:
Name: Draven Pierce
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 182
Physical Age: 32
Species: Were-Wolf
Sire: Unknown
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: More than most, but not to the point where he's rich
Job: Varies

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Is very fast
2. Can shift at random
3. Trained in combat

Summary:
Ever since Draven could shift at random for the first time, he's been able to do so ever since. It dosen't matter wether it's a crescent moon at night, or the bright afternoon sun, he can shift. Draven's also very fast, and this obviously comes from the being a lycan. Yet he's faster than a good number of vampires and other wolves, and he always uses this to his advantage. As he got older, Draven took up in different types of martial arts classes and has been at it for years. He was taught by some of the best instructors in the world, and was actually able to beat them at times in spars.

Weakness:
1. Silver
2. Painful shift
3. Can't resist the full moon

Summary:
As a lycan, silver is obviously a major weakness for him. Draven hates the stuff, and he dosen't even like to use it against vampires. Another weakness he has is his shifting. Some lycans can shift without issues, but for Draven, it proves to be very painful. He usually doesn't show it, and he's pretty good at hiding the pain of a shift. His third biggest weakness is the full moon. Unlike most elders, Draven can't resist the full moon. He hasen't learned why as of yet, and he's trying to train himself to.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'0
Marks: None
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Medium
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Varies
Footwear: Varies

Summary:
Draven has naturally blue eyes and natural dirty blonde hair. He likes to keep it short, and would never allow it to go long. Draven's clothing style varies on the occasion, and the same can be said about his choice of footwear. If it's something more business like, he'll wear a suit, yet that doesn't mean he's not carrying a weapon. On more daily things, he'll usually wear something such as a hoodie or t shirt. Draven likes to stick to the darker colors, and his preferred color is black.

Wolf Appearance;;

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Eye Color: Deep Yellow
Fur Color: Black
Fur Length: Medium
Fur Texture: Smooth
Size: 8'2
Marks: N/A

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Werewolves
2. Fast Cars
3. Children

Dislikes:
1. Vampires
2. Hunters
3. Power hungry people

Flaws:
1. No resistance to the full moon
2. Not very trusting
3. Can fall to the love of his species

Summary:
As a young adult lycan, Draven trusted quite a few people, including someone he never should've. He had befriended a human, only to be nearly killed by him months later because of this trust. Now he trusts few, and it's hard to gain it from him. As far as the love of his species goes, Draven's far more than willing to die to protect a fellow lycan. It has gotten him into trouble at times, but he has also saved the lives of other wolves. Even if a lycan was in the wrong and attacked first, Draven would step in and defend it with his life.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Deceased
Birth Place: England
Childhood: See history
Transformation: Bitten
Prey: Any kind of meat works for him
Moon Tidings: Full moons and at random
Other Transformation: Bite, and if any of his blood or saliva enters an open wound.
History:
Born a human, Draven was raised into a middle class family. Yet he learned from an early age that his parents didn't agree very much and always got into arguements. Despite all this, it was his father who tried to keep him away from their issues. While he took care of him, all Draven's mother really did was go to the bar and get drunk. On numerous occasions she'd come back, grab another drink, then pass out on the couch. She was also a heavy drug user, and it wasen't rare for her to use the drugs right in front of Draven. To get him away from all this, his father took Draven out to spend time with him in the city. Wether it was going to the park, or getting something to eat, his father always made sure to keep him out of the house as long as he could.

Once Draven reached the age of 9, his parents finally divorced and his father won legal custody. Now in a much more stable environment, he could finally be raised the right way. Draven no longer had to deal with the yelling, and no longer had to go through being abused by his mother. As he was raised in this new environment, his father dared not to talk about her unless he had to. It was when he became a teenager at the age of 16, that his mother was murdered. They didn't know who the killer was, but that didn't matter to Draven. At the funeral, he didn't shed even a single tear. He had no remorse for her, and all he remembered about her was the abuse. From then on, Draven and his father had felt as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

Years later, Draven had become an adult and he moved to the United States, and bought a house of his own. One late afternoon, he had entered the snow covered woods to relax and to be alone for a few moments. When he heard a noise, he stopped and looked around. It had sounded like it was coming from the trees, but after not hearing it again for a minute for two, he continued on his way. It was then that he got to a clearing, and he heard the noise again. This time he pulled out the gun that he always carried with him, no matter where he went. Upon turning towards the thicker area of the trees, a large wolf charged out at him. Draven had no idea what this thing was, but he fired off two rounds before being slammed to the ground. His bullets had found their way into the massive wolf's shoulder and arm, though it didn't seem to do much.

Before he knew it, it's jaws latched around his arm and he tried to get free. It was all he remembered before he passed out, and when he woke up the next morning, he was lying in the snow and the wolf was gone. Draven managed to get to his feet, but he felt very weak and stumbled back home. As the days passed, he was begining to feel better than he ever had in his life. It was like he was a whole new person, and unknown to him, he really was. Yet it wasen't until the first few full moons that he realized what he was, and once he did, he began to love the power of it. It took awhile, but Draven finally adapted and learned from other wolves on how to shift at random. Though one night changed his entire thought on being a werewolf, and it was a night of a full moon.

Draven had lost control, and his wolf had taken over. After causing chaos in the streets, he came across his father. The wolf being the beast that it was, had nothing but blood shed in it's mind, and struck out and killed his father. The next morning, Draven awoke lying by to the corpse of his father, his own flesh and blood. It haunted him for weeks, and he hated the beast inside of him. Knowing that he counldn't keep it inside of him for long, Draven discussed it with the werewolves who had taught him for years. They comforted him and helped him cope. Though it wasen't until the same wolf who killed his father, had saved Draven's life that he began to accept it. As the years went by, he regained his love for his inner wolf, and the power that it carried.

Code Word:
'i hAve read the rules'

Mad Skills;;

Draven looked up at the full moon in the sky, he knew what was coming. It wasen't long before he felt the changes coming, and soon enough, his bones began to shift. Draven pulled his shirt free and fell to his knees. As the pain surged through him, his skin changed to a darker color and claws extended from his fingers. Draven suddenly got back to his feet, and in only about seven seconds, he was in wolf form. His wolf let out a loud roar of both anger and power, then took off into the night. This beast was hungry for blood shed, and during every full moon, it got what it wanted. As he got into a more populated area of the city, he came to a section heavy with pedestrians. Once the humans saw him, they turned heal and ran.

Draven quickly went after them, slashing at some and chasing down others. He then spotted a young woman, frozen in place with fear. It wasen't until he was only feet from her that she began to ran. Yet that was too late, and Draven slashed her across the back. She fell to the ground and he pinned her while letting his claws dig in. As they went in deeper, the woman screamed in a mix of fear of pain. Though she was quickly silenced when Draven snarled and latched his jaws around her neck. He tore a piece of meat free, then chewed it up and swallowed. It was then that he plunged a clawed hand into the dead woman's chest and he grasped her heart. Draven pulled it free, shoved it into his mouth, and once it was downed, he let out a roar that echoed through the night.

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted.