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Full Name: Laim Whitmore Nickname/Alias: N/A Age/Date Of Birth: 18, March 21, 2001. Race: Fenrir. Occupation: Collage Student. Species Group: Creature Play-By: Josh Hutcherson
Put all known abilities here. If your character does not have any abilities please remove this part from the application. Shapeshifting: In their wolf form Fenrir are supernaturally tall and look just like a wolf from typical werewolf lore.
Infectious Bite: One bite from a Fenrir will turn someone into them. Unlike werewolf bites, not everyone survives the transformation into a Fenrir and could die instead of changing.
Claws and Fangs: Their claws and fangs are incredibly strong, able to dent and eventually pierce metal.
Super Strength: Fenrir are much stronger than humans and are stronger than some other kinds of werewolves.
Super Agility: Fenrir are able to leap great distances.
Super Speed: Fenrir are much faster than humans, and faster than traditional werewolves as well.
Super Stamina: Fenrir do not tire easily.
Super Senses: Fenrir are able to see in the dark, hear things in great distance, and smell things just the same.
Invulnerability: Fenrir cannot be killed by the usual ways, usually by silver.
Regeneration: Fenrir are able to regenerate all non-lethal damage.
Silver: Just like werewolves, silver can kill a Fenrir. Wolfsbane: A plant that acts as a toxin to a Fenrir.
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ Pizza. ❤ Alcohol. ❤ Brunette Women. ❤ Parties. ❤ Various sports, mostly Football. ❤ Cars!
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ Drug Users. ✗ Men who abuse or take advantage of women. ✗ Cops.
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Loosing control and murdering someone he loves. ☬ Himself.
Goals (At Least 1): ★ Become a FootBall Star, play in the Superbowl. Personality: Laim is an ace degenerate, at least he likes to agree with that statement. He often spends his free time drinking and partying with his collage friends, and flirting with the women he encounters. He generally respects women and albeit the need to fulfill his desires, he'd never take advantage of one if the opportunity ever arisen. He easily befriends anyone who shares his interests in sports, and respects those who can handle their booze. Laim is a friend to those who need him, willing to set aside his passions to comfort and support anyone that he deems close. He often times fulfills the big brother role for those younger than him. Laim is a friend and brother you can always count on.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ 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.
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."
I Laim Whitmore have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman