Post by Wolf on Feb 13, 2020 16:35:01 GMT -5
Full Name: Shane Rowan Hoss
Nickname/Alias: Wolf
Age/Date Of Birth: 30, born June 23 2037
Race: Fenrir
Occupation: Survivor
Species Group: Creature
Play-By: Jon Cor
Abilities
Powers/abilities -
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 all kinds of werewolves.
Super Agility: Fenrir are able to leap great distances.
Super Speed: Fenrir are much faster than humans, and faster than 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 anything but silver.
Regeneration: Fenrir are able to regenerate all non-lethal damage.
Vulnerabilities -
Silver: Just like werewolves, silver can kill a Fenrir.
Wolfsbane: A plant that acts as toxin to a Fenrir.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤Hamburgers - He can't get enough of a well cooked hamburger.
❤Daxton - A best friend with numerous benefits.
❤His Fenrir form - Despite the pain that comes with it, he loves how powerful he feels when shapeshifted.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗Zombies - He's just fucking done with them.
✗Flakes - He can't stand unreliable people.
✗Needles - Something about them has always freaked him out.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬Dying - for all his sarcasm and seeming disregard for danger, he is terrified of the day he doesn't outrun death.
☬Crowds - After so long spent alone with either Daxton or just himself, he gets high spikes of anxiety and unease when surrounded by people. Sometimes it also triggers memories of when the only crowds of people were ones trying to eat his face. Panic attacks can be triggered if the crowd is big enough.
Goals (At Least 1):
★Learn how to live a normal life again
Personality: Shane tends to be a pretty transparent individual. He rarely hides his opinions on things, though they tend to be given in sarcastic or witty commentaries that can at times be misleading, especially if someone doesn't know Shane well enough to realize he's serious about what he's saying. This sarcasm can at times end with people getting pissy with him because of how rude he may come across as. It's usually how he'll make enemies. He's always been a loner, preferring to keep to just his company or that of a few carefully vetted individuals. He doesn't let people grow close to him, as the events he's lived through has made him feel that 'friends and family' just means more people to be liabilities to his survival. However, if they prove themselves and pass his constantly changing criteria, then Shane shows just how loyal he is. His loyalty to someone he cares for is one that is not easily broken, just as it is not easily earned. Shane has an incredibly stubborn persistence when going after something he wants, be it information, something from someone, or just someone in general. Once he sets his mind to do something, he will stick to them until he accomplishes whatever he set out to do. Rarely he will give up, and usually only if the target of his persistence is gone or if he grows bored.
Shane, for all his transparency, does have problems with avoiding talking about things that make him uncomfortable (such as his PTSD and other traumas). He'll either start a rambling chain of sarcasm or simply abruptly change the topic if pressed to try and talk about whatever he's looking to avoid. If that doesn't work to get the point across about not wanting to talk, Shane will end up snapping and getting defensively angry. He doesn't like being forced to talk or do things. Especially if it's not at all relevant to surviving. Due to the stress and conditions he has lived the past few years in, Shane has developed PTSD and gets panic attacks in large crowds. He also will not hesitate to attack someone to fend them off if they move too quickly towards him; a result of ingrained reflexes and trauma. When that happens, he'll usually blame the other person for how he reacted, saying things like they should've known to not come at him like that. This is just another tie in to his avoiding talking about his personal issues.
Traits
✧Witty
✧Loyal
✧Persistent
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Sarcastic
✦Avoidance issues
✦Loner
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Parents: Alan and Merida Hoss (deceased)
Siblings: n/a
Other Family: n/a
Important Others: Daxton Grant ("Grizzly")
History:
His early life is relatively unknown, mostly because he never speaks of it and doesn't like to dwell on the past. As far as Wolf is concerned, he didn't really start to live until the day he was changed to a Fenrir. That day came when he was 17. He had been out being a dumbass teenager by an abandoned railway during a full moon, smoking stolen cigarettes and drinking some booze he had nicked from his dad's stash. When out of the shadows of the nearby trees came a lumbering wolf-like beast. Much of what happened after remains a blur to Wolf, as he just remembers the pain of teeth sinking into his shoulder, then a blur of time spent in absolute agony. He woke up to find himself in the trees near the tracks, dazed and confused and very much changed. His new senses were overwhelming, and he found that it took a very long time to get home as every sound, every smell, was enhanced. It completely freaked him out.
It took him a while to get used to this new life, but he got such an incredible thrill out of the power that he felt after each change. He managed to keep it on the down low as he lived his life and figured shit out. However, he had no idea the true blessing it was until the world fell to hell. Once Cyrus implemented his apocalypse, Wolf lost everything and everyone he had ever known. Forced to truly grow up as he found himself on his own, Wolf ended up aimlessly travelling from one ruined city to the next. Surviving only because of his Fenrir nature, Wolf nonetheless struggled to learn how to fend off the monsters that roamed the land.
One day he tripped up while exploring an abandoned mall and got himself swarmed by horrors. As he tried to fend them off and escape, a stranger came to his rescue. Together they managed to fight their way out. Impressed by the stranger, he ended up tagging along with his new (likely none too willing) friend. It didn't matter how long he talked at him, the stranger rarely spoke and never gave his name. Deciding to be petty, Wolf didn't give him his name either. Gradually an unusual bond of friendship developed between the two. In time Daxton learned of his Fenrir nature, which likely contributed to him naming Wolf what he did. Having already said goodbye to who he had been before the apocalypse, Wolf decidedly liked this new moniker enough that he made it his official name. In turn, he took to calling Daxton "Grizzly", like the bear that he so reminded him of. Together they travelled, saving each other over and over in the hell of Cyrus's world. Through this, Wolf developed an undying loyalty to Daxton and vowed to do what he could to help his new friend. This included working hard to try and be able to force himself to shapeshift when it wasn't a full moon, in the effort to be stronger when they came under attack. He has met with some success, given the hell he has been living through.
While he originally talked at Daxton regularly at the start, as time went on Wolf grew more and more quiet as he grew to understand the silent signals and body language of his friend. He found that he didn't mind the silence between the two. They even had multiple times of sleeping together; partially due to the isolation from any other living person around. And partially because Wolf found himself attracted to the man. He felt content, almost happy, with this life. As mired in hell and horror as it was, he felt that as long as he and Daxton stayed together things would be alright.
As with all things, it couldn't have a happy ending. One day while scavenging through a building, the two were suddenly set upon by a horde of horrors, larger than they had ever faced before. The ensuing fight was devastating, and caused the building to collapse around them. Wolf sacrificed himself to save Daxton, thinking only of helping him to get out in that moment. He never saw if he succeeded, as he got buried under the building and horrors. Wolf was out for several days, before slowly waking to find he was still somehow alive. It took longer still to dig himself out of the rubble and to see daylight again. When he could find no sign of Daxton, he assumed that he either had moved on or had died and was buried beyond the reach of even Wolf's senses. Depressed and alone again, Wolf set out to the horizon.
He wandered for a time, until the dimensional collapse took place. Confused and unsure about the new state of the world, Wolf found himself as part of a mass exodus of people heading back in time. He felt out of place amongst others, after what he had been through. Paranoid even, as the years had damaged his social interactions more than he cared to admit. Once through the portal, Wolf discovered he was in a strange place called Zeppelin City. And now, he has to learn how to blend in.
Alias: Croatoan Virus
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 11+ years
Other Characters: Ein, Corbin, Siofra, Caius, Laine, Aziz, Edwin, Kasen, Bishop, Rigel, Castiel, Levi, Delwyn, Halcyon, Tony, Yaotl, Loren, Roman, David
RP Sample:
Holding a small glass swan to his eyes with a gloved hand, the dragon carefully turned it side to side to examine. Finding no grime or dust, he smiled in satisfaction as he set it back down. A frown briefly flicked across his face as he delicately turned the swan a millimeter, smiling in pleasure once it was back to its former position. He picked up a delicate Ukrainian painted egg next and set to dusting it with the same care he'd shown the swan. His weekly dusting took him a couple hours to complete, but once he was finished he stood back and examined his precious trinkets with vain pride. After fawning over his hoard for a while, Delwyn plucked the cotton gloves off his hands and tucked them in their designated drawer, stepping to the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror. Carefully brushing his hair and checking the trim on his facial hair, the dragon grinned in delighted pleasure. Still such a fine looking specimen.
A chirp from his phone distracted him as he made his way to the kitchen to get a head start on his dinner plans. Frowning as he read the message, Delwyn sighed heavily and turned his path to the front door. His assistant at the funeral home had pleaded with him to come in, despite his day off, to help deal with the relatives of a new arrival.
"Why do some people have to be so damned difficult." He muttered under his breath, perturbed to have his day off cut short. He tucked his glasses into a case in his messenger bag, before throwing on a coat with a flourish. Dapper as ever, the dragon left his house and made his way to work, continuing to mutter under his breath as he did so
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A chirp from his phone distracted him as he made his way to the kitchen to get a head start on his dinner plans. Frowning as he read the message, Delwyn sighed heavily and turned his path to the front door. His assistant at the funeral home had pleaded with him to come in, despite his day off, to help deal with the relatives of a new arrival.
"Why do some people have to be so damned difficult." He muttered under his breath, perturbed to have his day off cut short. He tucked his glasses into a case in his messenger bag, before throwing on a coat with a flourish. Dapper as ever, the dragon left his house and made his way to work, continuing to mutter under his breath as he did so
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