Laim Whitmore (Fenrir)

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✧ Very polite during gathering.
✧ Great Kisser.
✧ A true friend to those in his circle.
✧ A decent automobile Mechanic.

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Excessive Drinking.
✦ The beast within.
✦ Temperment issues.

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Parents: Asher Whitmore, Lainy Whitmore.
Siblings: A Half sister he doesn't know about.
Other Family: His surrogate uncle, James.
Important Others: Very open to these.
History: Laim grew up as an only child in the small town in Montana state known as Stratford. From a young age he was taught the general survival tacticts of the mountain men, how to hunt animals, how to build fires, shelters, the whole ordeal. It wasn't until he was the age of Fifteen that he discovered his secret heritage, inherited from both his Mother and Father. The beast within was hard for him to tame. He soon became terrified of himself. Always demanding to be locked down when the full moon was in it's cycle. His parents were old and wise, they had some great reigns on their own shifts.. seemingly able to keep themselves into check, however even they took some precaution.

By the age of Seventeen he'd grasped the ropes on how to control himself, shift and utilize his 'gift' whenever necesarry.. at least he was told it was a gift. Even with this level of control, he still greatly struggled under the lunar cycle and usually spends an extended time deep into the wilderness in an attempt to stay as far away from civilization as possible. Now at the age of Eighteen he attends Collage.. It was a miracle to himself that he'd been able to keep his grades up.. with his rough party animal lifestyle, and of course the monster inside. Nevertheless he tries and keeps fighting.





Alias: Decadence
How did you find us?: Chance.
Experience: Several years.
Other Characters: Laviel, The Seraph.
RP Sample: "Hey, someone go get me a beer?" Laim muffled from beneath the Pontiac Fierro. His white tank-top was covered in grease, and dirt from the hard cement floor. He'd been working on this old rust bucket for several months and finally, he managed to get her up and running. Now was just a matter of changing the oil which he prefered to do manually as opposed to taking the easier, lazier option. The pan slid off and oil poured out onto him, coating his skin with it's slick, dark hue. Reaching over to his right side he grabbed an empty bucket and propped it beneath, allowing it to begin filling. "Alright, I reckon the oil change should be one of the last things we gotta do. Then we just need to grease the wheel barrings, put some more gas in it and it's good to go. As far as the paint job I suppose we can do that here as well. We'll just need to do some preparation.. working the sander." Laim reached up and grabbed the beer as he slid out from beneath the car and stood to his feet. "Thank you, John."

John whistled as he glanced over his car, giving it another look over. "You did everything you needed to do on it?"

"Sure did." He popped the cap and flicked it into the trash barrel nearby, taking a large swig before pacing over to the counter. There he grabbed an old rag and began to wipe himself down. "I do have to crawl back under there and put the pan back on, part of the process."

"How much do I owe you?" John said.

"Eh.. just make it Two-fifty and we'll call it even. Consider it a favor after all you've done for me?" Laim swigged his beer once more before setting down onto the counter. Seeing the pan had quit dripping, he kneeled down in accordance. "Alright, let's get this done."



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