Post by Nightfall on Nov 11, 2010 18:06:08 GMT -5
Name: Anthony Bane
Nickname(s): None
Age: 170
Face Claim Scott Speedman
Birthday: August 24, 1840
Profession:Musican
Species:Lycanthrope
Loki or Renegade:Loki Alpha
Physical Looks: Gentle hazel hues, rest beneath the wavy strands of dirty blond hair. His nose peers out forth from beneath the strands of bangs. Curved, arched and sculpted into a perfected angle, his bangs and falling hair, stretch over towards the straightened blades of his shoulders. Lengthy brows separate above his hues, which transfer into a golden radiance when a shift is triggered from man to beast. His chin is smoothed, almost sculpted. His features are shaven to completion with a weary tanned upon his honey colored flesh. He appears to be in great health, a unique tanned glow that is produce when light hit’s the surfaces of his skin. A serious and concerned expression are usually shown over his lip. Miniature and in evenly portioned angles, almost kissable if touched by another. Warmth, devours his skin, almost giving his form a feverish sensation from just the touch of a hand. Running about three degrees higher then the norm for a person, but he doesn’t stand out much from the masses of people.
An averaged size build, he wouldn’t appear to be able to do much or harm to anyone. That alone is a mistaken lie. Despite his 6’0 size, and lean to average bulk, the lycanthrope genes make him incredibility stronger then the regular man. His shoulders extend outwards, broad and thin. Arms reaching out with a rounded structure of masculine alignments. Rows of hair delicately reflect the colorations of his natural hair color. His hands, lengthily finger tips point forwards in a strength lines, marked with the pink filaments that of his nails, which are neatly trimmed. When the change into his lycanthropic state, they break and grow into claws that are reconfigured for slicing into the bone and flesh, reducing the surfaces into bleeding. His torso is smooth, not rigidly as most would find. A figure that represents him is sturdy, but despite the stiffness in his shoulder blades and arms, his movements have adapted to smoothly produce powerful bursts of speed, easily kept up with when he truly begins running. This changes to a predatory charge and accelerates his humanoid structure into a dead run. Elongated legs drop beneath his waist, powerfully equipped for pinning an enemy and producing long strides of it’s owner.
For clothing, he’s very casual with a grudge look to match it. Torn blue jeans, often beneath the ankles. Obsidian sneakers, preferably running shoes with a leather finish that have now shown signs of wearing down, but are still comfortable to be worn. Switching between various different t-shirts, a lengthy hooded jacket constricts his arms. Made of warm cloth, it’s the most common piece in the set of his so called fashion. A Waxing moon penitent, made of crystal that carries an assortment of to handcrafting to it. It bares the symbolic mark of the Loki, as well the tattoo of a Waxing Moon upon his left arm when it’s bear and visible to any roaming hues. He also has various other jeans, then the ripped fashioned ones. The colder weather barely bothers him, and it tends to be much warmer to his touch then that of a human. He adapted for any situation that might be only resolved through a complication that is credited with fighting.
General Personality: Though he might seem rather calmed on the outer surface, Anthony is always thinking and reflective about certain issues that come up in life, it’s that deeper more in depth portion to his personality that constantly remains hidden and is harder to bring out about him. He’s a tad bit secretive and lives a private life, allowing a few into it when they’re not caught up in their own drama. He’s stubborn without a fault, hard to prevent him from doing something once his mind is made up, his morality his very high and he tends to think and act before getting into a confrontation. Sometimes he gets to caught on about the future and past, forgets to dwell in the moment, witch might make others see him as a tad bit worrisome. Though it may take a lot for breaking his concentration and bringing out the rage, he’s a non-conformist and takes a lot of pride that sufficiently applies not being able to deal with the profound idiocies of ignorance amongst certain humans that don’t think with a value of independence. Showing empathy for others when the time calls for it, his emotions are very valuable and gives a certain humanism that comes directly from the heart. As a predator, he’s extremely deceptive and cunning when it comes down to the primal spirit, his survival to live can’t be denied nor tested from the harshest experiences, don’t be fooled on the outwards wall.
Goals:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Abilities: Having the pureblood of an Alpha running through the very pluses of his veins, his abilities have come with the last hundred years of training in the harshness of the wilderness in the Loki Territory. Able to assume both the Lycanthropic and Lupine forms, he’s gained a mastery of changing into both with his own Willpower, and has humanistic consciousness in both. Only with the Alpha however, does he have the Piercing Abilities, which allow for his scythes and claws to slice through the hardest of metals. His regeneration of health and strength are vigorous, as well as his influence over the various other members within his pack, mostly answering to him when they are called upon to do so.
Bad Habits:
Fears:
Parents: William Bane -Father-
Dena Bane -Mother-
Siblings: Gabriel Bane
Serenity Bane
Other family:
Economic background: Wealthy, but he barely uses the money on himself, it's just leads to greed.
Mate:None of yet.
Children:Perhaps.
History:
From afar, the memories have always been of two important notions. War, always fighting and fleeing from the enemies as they rallied, constantly in a state of not understanding how or why they continuously punished his brethren. Certainly, it must’ve somehow been connected with the years of slaughter that began with where the werewolves orientated from. Even then, it was only an assumption that was based on his childhood, least this could be said. Truth of matter is, Anthony and his siblings never had a very positive childhood. Barely able to remember most of the blurriness that properly erased away the innocence and rationally of what a child is suppose to know, he’d always been pushed to the extremes. Fighting, fleeing, and not making the correlations that needed to be found and interpreted. He’d been told, that werewolves such as the blood that flowed beneath his veins was foreseen as only an omen of misfortune. Nobody would shed an ounce of empathy for his breed. He didn’t grow up as most children, to many countries and faces to be recalled, though he does had a bit of remembrance of Warsaw. His father and mother had owned a villa in the country, just on the outskirts of the Russian City. Back then, most of the citizens had fear of werewolves and vampires, the myths and fears that they created from just the actions of those who carried on the legacies. They’d gone from peacefully remaining into the enemies of the people, the vampires had convinced and began supporting huntsman to seek and kill whomever was thought of being a Werewolf. Through the use of political and fiancés, the Angelus Coven had extended it’s influence over the territory. It seemed like they’d always been either running or just trying to survive a genocide. Hundreds, maybe even more had certainly been lost in the wars back then. Sacrifice, instincts, innocence, these had all transferred over to a demented game of survival. The woods providing shelter, but those darkest nights, still linger when they were purged from their lands. That specific night, of how he watched six members of his blood, dying as they laid out their lives to defend his family’s chance of freedom.
The next two passing decades had risen and fallen, just revenants of tragedies that were left in another time. When his family had arrived over into the new world, it was a time of calibration. By this point, two important events had taken place that were congruent with one another. First, his beginning morph into his lycanthropic form, and the starting hope of a newly bound freedom upon another land. Already the ages of his youthful childhood has dissipated, and they again after what had found themselves in the shadow of death. It was a decision based on his father that they flee. More battles were waged with the vampires, always coming into the losses on both side, it mattered not how far the pack traveled together, the enemies where always not that far behind. Till they settled in Alaska for several more decades, but then the humans interrupted I all and war broke out again. With a treaty between sides, it came down to another state of bliss, Anthony had lived to watch the signing for him on that day between both Alexandria Vesper, and his father, standing proudly by the man that had chosen to take his people away from the senselessness of eternal war. He lived through more years of peace, but kept training in the isolated Mountain ranges far on the Tundra. He matched the instinctive ferocity of his siblings, always yearning to be noble as his father had wished for him to become. Anthony had risen, through his selfless upbringings, when turmoil rose, he beneath his father’s judgments talked sense and stopped the quarrels from turning to civil feuding. Nearly 300 years of reign under the leadership of his father, before his sudden passing not very long ago. In the current present, Anthony is the next inline for command and order of the Loki, his father had given him everything and now all the years of training are all to be tested. Anthony most brace himself for an uncertain future, as the Angelus Coven moves in for a critical kill. Boundaries and burdens are placed on his head, yet he remains levelheaded in these darkened times.
Creature History: Natural Born
Into the nothing
Faded and weary
I won't leave and let you fall behind
Live for the dying
Heaven hear me
I know we can make it out alive
Faded and weary
I won't leave and let you fall behind
Live for the dying
Heaven hear me
I know we can make it out alive
Nickname(s): None
Age: 170
Face Claim Scott Speedman
Birthday: August 24, 1840
Profession:Musican
Species:Lycanthrope
Loki or Renegade:Loki Alpha
Physical Looks: Gentle hazel hues, rest beneath the wavy strands of dirty blond hair. His nose peers out forth from beneath the strands of bangs. Curved, arched and sculpted into a perfected angle, his bangs and falling hair, stretch over towards the straightened blades of his shoulders. Lengthy brows separate above his hues, which transfer into a golden radiance when a shift is triggered from man to beast. His chin is smoothed, almost sculpted. His features are shaven to completion with a weary tanned upon his honey colored flesh. He appears to be in great health, a unique tanned glow that is produce when light hit’s the surfaces of his skin. A serious and concerned expression are usually shown over his lip. Miniature and in evenly portioned angles, almost kissable if touched by another. Warmth, devours his skin, almost giving his form a feverish sensation from just the touch of a hand. Running about three degrees higher then the norm for a person, but he doesn’t stand out much from the masses of people.
An averaged size build, he wouldn’t appear to be able to do much or harm to anyone. That alone is a mistaken lie. Despite his 6’0 size, and lean to average bulk, the lycanthrope genes make him incredibility stronger then the regular man. His shoulders extend outwards, broad and thin. Arms reaching out with a rounded structure of masculine alignments. Rows of hair delicately reflect the colorations of his natural hair color. His hands, lengthily finger tips point forwards in a strength lines, marked with the pink filaments that of his nails, which are neatly trimmed. When the change into his lycanthropic state, they break and grow into claws that are reconfigured for slicing into the bone and flesh, reducing the surfaces into bleeding. His torso is smooth, not rigidly as most would find. A figure that represents him is sturdy, but despite the stiffness in his shoulder blades and arms, his movements have adapted to smoothly produce powerful bursts of speed, easily kept up with when he truly begins running. This changes to a predatory charge and accelerates his humanoid structure into a dead run. Elongated legs drop beneath his waist, powerfully equipped for pinning an enemy and producing long strides of it’s owner.
For clothing, he’s very casual with a grudge look to match it. Torn blue jeans, often beneath the ankles. Obsidian sneakers, preferably running shoes with a leather finish that have now shown signs of wearing down, but are still comfortable to be worn. Switching between various different t-shirts, a lengthy hooded jacket constricts his arms. Made of warm cloth, it’s the most common piece in the set of his so called fashion. A Waxing moon penitent, made of crystal that carries an assortment of to handcrafting to it. It bares the symbolic mark of the Loki, as well the tattoo of a Waxing Moon upon his left arm when it’s bear and visible to any roaming hues. He also has various other jeans, then the ripped fashioned ones. The colder weather barely bothers him, and it tends to be much warmer to his touch then that of a human. He adapted for any situation that might be only resolved through a complication that is credited with fighting.
General Personality: Though he might seem rather calmed on the outer surface, Anthony is always thinking and reflective about certain issues that come up in life, it’s that deeper more in depth portion to his personality that constantly remains hidden and is harder to bring out about him. He’s a tad bit secretive and lives a private life, allowing a few into it when they’re not caught up in their own drama. He’s stubborn without a fault, hard to prevent him from doing something once his mind is made up, his morality his very high and he tends to think and act before getting into a confrontation. Sometimes he gets to caught on about the future and past, forgets to dwell in the moment, witch might make others see him as a tad bit worrisome. Though it may take a lot for breaking his concentration and bringing out the rage, he’s a non-conformist and takes a lot of pride that sufficiently applies not being able to deal with the profound idiocies of ignorance amongst certain humans that don’t think with a value of independence. Showing empathy for others when the time calls for it, his emotions are very valuable and gives a certain humanism that comes directly from the heart. As a predator, he’s extremely deceptive and cunning when it comes down to the primal spirit, his survival to live can’t be denied nor tested from the harshest experiences, don’t be fooled on the outwards wall.
Goals:
- Unification of the entire pack, the war that they are fighting will be together.
- Keeping traditions alive, being the protector that his father had hoped him to become.
- Find a possible future for the pack, by any circumstances that it means to ensure their perseverance.
Likes:
- The absolute bitter cold
- Nightly Full Moons
- Music
- Nature
- Family, his pack
- Peace amidst chaos
Dislikes:
- Meaningless Violance
- Ignorance
- Destructive Actions
- Selfishness
- Dying Alone
- Closed Spaces
Abilities: Having the pureblood of an Alpha running through the very pluses of his veins, his abilities have come with the last hundred years of training in the harshness of the wilderness in the Loki Territory. Able to assume both the Lycanthropic and Lupine forms, he’s gained a mastery of changing into both with his own Willpower, and has humanistic consciousness in both. Only with the Alpha however, does he have the Piercing Abilities, which allow for his scythes and claws to slice through the hardest of metals. His regeneration of health and strength are vigorous, as well as his influence over the various other members within his pack, mostly answering to him when they are called upon to do so.
Bad Habits:
- Tends to overthink when around others, it becomes a problem because of how selfless he attempts to be.
- The fact that he usually tends to hide his own insecurities at times, and when they are most needed to be heard.
- His uncertainly
Fears:
- Being replaced by a corrupted Alpha
- An untimely death
- Losing another home
Parents: William Bane -Father-
Dena Bane -Mother-
Siblings: Gabriel Bane
Serenity Bane
Other family:
Economic background: Wealthy, but he barely uses the money on himself, it's just leads to greed.
Mate:None of yet.
Children:Perhaps.
History:
From afar, the memories have always been of two important notions. War, always fighting and fleeing from the enemies as they rallied, constantly in a state of not understanding how or why they continuously punished his brethren. Certainly, it must’ve somehow been connected with the years of slaughter that began with where the werewolves orientated from. Even then, it was only an assumption that was based on his childhood, least this could be said. Truth of matter is, Anthony and his siblings never had a very positive childhood. Barely able to remember most of the blurriness that properly erased away the innocence and rationally of what a child is suppose to know, he’d always been pushed to the extremes. Fighting, fleeing, and not making the correlations that needed to be found and interpreted. He’d been told, that werewolves such as the blood that flowed beneath his veins was foreseen as only an omen of misfortune. Nobody would shed an ounce of empathy for his breed. He didn’t grow up as most children, to many countries and faces to be recalled, though he does had a bit of remembrance of Warsaw. His father and mother had owned a villa in the country, just on the outskirts of the Russian City. Back then, most of the citizens had fear of werewolves and vampires, the myths and fears that they created from just the actions of those who carried on the legacies. They’d gone from peacefully remaining into the enemies of the people, the vampires had convinced and began supporting huntsman to seek and kill whomever was thought of being a Werewolf. Through the use of political and fiancés, the Angelus Coven had extended it’s influence over the territory. It seemed like they’d always been either running or just trying to survive a genocide. Hundreds, maybe even more had certainly been lost in the wars back then. Sacrifice, instincts, innocence, these had all transferred over to a demented game of survival. The woods providing shelter, but those darkest nights, still linger when they were purged from their lands. That specific night, of how he watched six members of his blood, dying as they laid out their lives to defend his family’s chance of freedom.
The next two passing decades had risen and fallen, just revenants of tragedies that were left in another time. When his family had arrived over into the new world, it was a time of calibration. By this point, two important events had taken place that were congruent with one another. First, his beginning morph into his lycanthropic form, and the starting hope of a newly bound freedom upon another land. Already the ages of his youthful childhood has dissipated, and they again after what had found themselves in the shadow of death. It was a decision based on his father that they flee. More battles were waged with the vampires, always coming into the losses on both side, it mattered not how far the pack traveled together, the enemies where always not that far behind. Till they settled in Alaska for several more decades, but then the humans interrupted I all and war broke out again. With a treaty between sides, it came down to another state of bliss, Anthony had lived to watch the signing for him on that day between both Alexandria Vesper, and his father, standing proudly by the man that had chosen to take his people away from the senselessness of eternal war. He lived through more years of peace, but kept training in the isolated Mountain ranges far on the Tundra. He matched the instinctive ferocity of his siblings, always yearning to be noble as his father had wished for him to become. Anthony had risen, through his selfless upbringings, when turmoil rose, he beneath his father’s judgments talked sense and stopped the quarrels from turning to civil feuding. Nearly 300 years of reign under the leadership of his father, before his sudden passing not very long ago. In the current present, Anthony is the next inline for command and order of the Loki, his father had given him everything and now all the years of training are all to be tested. Anthony most brace himself for an uncertain future, as the Angelus Coven moves in for a critical kill. Boundaries and burdens are placed on his head, yet he remains levelheaded in these darkened times.
Creature History: Natural Born
