Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 13, 2009 2:13:10 GMT -5
Name: Henry Scott Williamson
Age: 23
Member Group: Werewolf
Character History: Henry Williamson was born on August 13th too his parents Patrick Williamson and Beatrix Scott, them being never married. He was the chosen child out of the family to become a werewolf. His brother, who was born many years after his was, resulted in that ole "wolf-man miscarriage", which happened when he was around seven or eight years old. He never questioned why his parents never married, although he found out why many years later, much to his chagrin. Before that though, he was a quiet child when around other kids in the pack, they usually taunted him and made comments about him while he wasn't looking, and while he was at the same time. This caused a loss of self-esteem at a young age, but it was regained back after a life-changing talk with his mom many years later. Like all Werewolves though, he started to show his first signs of lycanthropy, even before the very same kids that taunted him, which made them stop their insults.
He found out that his parents weren't married when he caught each of them on separate occasions with other people. This happened when he was around fifteen, and he was told by both parents that they lived in an open relationship where they dated each other and other people, sometimes even at the same time. Henry took this too heart, thinking that his parents never really loved each other. Most of their other loves were Werewolves from the same pack or Humans that lived in the woods around them. He never really thought to much about it after he had gotten use to it, as this was one of the triggers of his friendly, pacifistic attitude. He thought that all parties were fine with it and so he never judged them based on it. As long as they were happy, he was fine with it. More than fine. But in the end this was a bad thing for him. As said before, this triggered his friendly personality, which was the reason he ended up leaving the pack in the first place.
His friendly personality started to shine through during his sixteenth and seventeenth years more than ever during his time in the pack. He often questioned why Werewolves hated Vampires and Shifters so much, why they stayed secluded away from Humans, why they often attacked Humans even. This caused the pack to slowly start shunning, criticizing, and telling him off about it. This process happened over the years, which only recently finally caused him to leave. People started to question his loyalty to the pack of which he had lived in, the one that raised him for years upon years, the one that helped him grow beyond the ordinary. He, too, started to question his own loyalty to clan after a little while. He didn't want to be with a bunch of hunger-driven animals, although he would never ever say that. They lived in a forest far from civilization, so they had to feed on the animals around and the occasional Human that wandered in. It was only until he was eighteen that he was really sure where his loyalties lied.
During the month of June, a few of his brethren had left the pack for awhile. Nobody paid any thought to it but him, as it was all part of the plan. The three that left though were more higher ups, and it hit a small toll on the pack while they were gone for a few short weeks. But that was nothing compared to what happened after that. By this time, Henry's parents had told him that he would soon transform into a Werewolf for the first time, on the night of the full moon. It meant little to him though, he just considered them savages since he had no experiences with other packs. None-the-less, it was a night that he was going to regret for the rest of his life. It was known that most Werewolves, even new ones would be able to have some form of thought in their change. Henry was one of the unlucky ones though, one of the ones who wasn't able to comprehend what he was doing right away. Eventually, the three returned to the pack with seemingly nothing.
Throughout the next few days, Henry often heard screaming from a girl off in the distance. He never knew what it really was, or who, until the fateful night of his transformation. The full moon rose in the sky slowly, and all of the Werewolves in the pack transformed accordingly. It was a pain-staking experience to him for the first time, his bones shook and cracked, his muscles stretched, his fingers elongated into claws, and his teeth grew out and sharpened. Fur expanded all over his body as he started to hear the girls screams again. One of the masters of the pack spoke to him, signaling that it was time to show his loyalty to the pack. It was only known to him what he meant after it had been done. The girl screamed again, louder, and he was off toward her without control. That night was the first night and the only night he killed anyone. Death was a powerful thing, and he didn't even give her the chance to stop it.
He was traumatized for weeks. The elders knew why, and because of this they offered no help to him what-so-ever. The only people who did help him were his own parents, and his parent's friends. He never really had any real friends of his own, just a few that he knew around his age that never said anything mean to him or anything. Once he started to do what was expected of the pack to do daily, did he have that conversation with his mother. She spoke to him about Werewolves and why they hated most everything that weren't them. She explained why they killed, how to control themselves in Werewolf form, etc. etc. The thing that she said that caused him to realize who he was and what he should was quite simple really. "The best way to prepare for life is to begin to live," a tear rolled down her face when she had said that, before she left in the tent where they were speaking. Unknown to her and the entire pack, this would be the catalyst that would make him leave. It was a fitting phrase, as he felt that he had no life here.
Over the next few years, with help from his mother, he found out how the pack worked. He was planning to escape, but that was something barely conceivable when it came to packs. He had to learn the ins and outs of their game, how they thought, how they acted. It took him awhile to learn just about everything about the Werewolves, even his own parents. In turn, he put up a facade, acting like them and talking like them. The only thing he didn't do was kill Humans. He could barely stand it when he killed other animals that did him no harm. All of this built up inside of him though, giving him more courage to move on, to complete his goal of abandoning this waste. He had spent that last twenty-three years here, and he intended on not wasting anymore. His plan was to leave during the winter, when his pack hibernated. He was sure other packs didn't do this, since they probably lived in houses and were more civilized.
The night he left, they were all asleep. It was easy, and he knew the snow would melt when they awoke so it would wash away his footprints, and his time with that place. Now, new to the world outside, Henry must deal with people he has never met before, and creatures he has never interacted with.
Personality: Henry considers himself a natural-born pacifist, meaning he doesn't like to pick fights, cause violence, kill, etc. etc. when not necessary. If he or one of his friends are having troubles in such things, he is always willing to protect them or defend himself when the situation occurs. Though, he always establishes a warning to the attacker when doing so, because he hasn't exactly been able to control himself in his Werewolf form yet, due to him being so young compared to many of the elder werewolves. That's not to say that he is bad at it, just that he isn't as aware to what he is doing when he does it. Not as aware as he'd like to be, anyway.
When it comes to friends, he likes to surround himself with the people that he loves, which is just about anybody. He loves people in general, and acts very sociable most of the time unless he has a lingering torment of sorts. Usually he is one to engage in conversation, the pacifist in him makes him believe that anyone can be friends in certain situations. This is one of the reasons why he, as a Werewolf, harbors no hate or contempt for Vampires, Humans, or even Shifters. Most of the time this holds out unless the individual in question does something that effects his friendliness towards them or if it effects his friends directly. An example would be if a vampire fed on one of his friends forcefully.
As for love, Henry has had no luck in that department. Being gay, he hasn't met many guys who have shown any sort of love for him. There is a reason for this though, which is detailed in his history. Only recently has he left his pack, a place where he stayed for most of his short life so far. He was treated badly there because of his too-friendly attitude and pacifist nature among other things. He could never understand the hatred between Vampire and Werewolf, or Werewolf and Shifter. He knew his kind did wrong to the Shifters, which ties in to the reason he left. Back to the loving, he is quite uncaring as to who he ends up with, whether he be Human, Vampire, another Werewolf, or even a Shifter.
Future Plans for your character: Simply, to spread the love. He wants to live harmoniously between the races, being able to not hide what he is and who he is. He knows he can't accomplish this task alone which is why he wants to share his own love with people so they can understand that there should be no reason to hate each other.
Have you read the books: No, not yet anyway.
Other: He's gay and a pacifist. His favorite food is spaghetti with Parmesan cheese and extra meatballs. His favorite alcoholic drink is sour apple pucker. His favorite regular drink is Ice tea. His favorite color is light blue. And his favorite activity is making friends. Lastly, he can often be jumpy and nervous when he hears there is a Werewolf around, thinking it might be someone from his pack.
Sample RP: Walking down the street, Henry had memorized the calender and what days the Full moon was going to be on. Tonight wasn't the night luckily, so he planned on going to that bar in Shreveport. It was called, "Fangtasia", or something like that. By the pun in the name and hearing some rumors about it, he knew it was a Vampire bar. but ofcourse, due to his pacifistic nature and outlook on life, he wasn't going to be any kind of racist Werewolf like he knew his old pack was. Whatever the case, he was surely not going to reveal that he was a Werewolf, depending on what kind of bar it was.
Walking down the street, he could see the lights and neon signs on around it, and a small crowd around the entrance itself, although there was no line. When he walked towards the door, he saw a blond lady with a skin-tight outfit standing behind a red rope. "I.D.?," she clicked her tongue with a raised eyebrow and held her hand out, the other resting on her left hip. Henry fumbled in his back pocket before pulling his wallet out and showing her. She gazed at it for a moment before nodding and pulling the rope back. "It's good," she let him step around her and enter the bar. He thanked her before entering in.
Immediately after he opened the door the sound of music washed over him. He eyes gazed at all of the black and red around the room with and occasional blue or other color. It looked more like a strip club to him than a bar, but he was fine with that either way. Much to his happiness though, he saw a male dancer by a pole doing his thing. He might grow to like this place. Heading over towards the bar, he flashed a white, glowing smile to the bartender and asked for some pucker. "New here?," he flashed a toothy grin as he looked Henry up and down. "Yes, this is my first time," Henry yelled back over the music with another smile as the bartender gave him his drink. "Ahh, well, I think you'll like it here. And I'm sure they'll like you here!," he gave Henry a wink before going to another customer.
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Age: 23
Member Group: Werewolf
Character History: Henry Williamson was born on August 13th too his parents Patrick Williamson and Beatrix Scott, them being never married. He was the chosen child out of the family to become a werewolf. His brother, who was born many years after his was, resulted in that ole "wolf-man miscarriage", which happened when he was around seven or eight years old. He never questioned why his parents never married, although he found out why many years later, much to his chagrin. Before that though, he was a quiet child when around other kids in the pack, they usually taunted him and made comments about him while he wasn't looking, and while he was at the same time. This caused a loss of self-esteem at a young age, but it was regained back after a life-changing talk with his mom many years later. Like all Werewolves though, he started to show his first signs of lycanthropy, even before the very same kids that taunted him, which made them stop their insults.
He found out that his parents weren't married when he caught each of them on separate occasions with other people. This happened when he was around fifteen, and he was told by both parents that they lived in an open relationship where they dated each other and other people, sometimes even at the same time. Henry took this too heart, thinking that his parents never really loved each other. Most of their other loves were Werewolves from the same pack or Humans that lived in the woods around them. He never really thought to much about it after he had gotten use to it, as this was one of the triggers of his friendly, pacifistic attitude. He thought that all parties were fine with it and so he never judged them based on it. As long as they were happy, he was fine with it. More than fine. But in the end this was a bad thing for him. As said before, this triggered his friendly personality, which was the reason he ended up leaving the pack in the first place.
His friendly personality started to shine through during his sixteenth and seventeenth years more than ever during his time in the pack. He often questioned why Werewolves hated Vampires and Shifters so much, why they stayed secluded away from Humans, why they often attacked Humans even. This caused the pack to slowly start shunning, criticizing, and telling him off about it. This process happened over the years, which only recently finally caused him to leave. People started to question his loyalty to the pack of which he had lived in, the one that raised him for years upon years, the one that helped him grow beyond the ordinary. He, too, started to question his own loyalty to clan after a little while. He didn't want to be with a bunch of hunger-driven animals, although he would never ever say that. They lived in a forest far from civilization, so they had to feed on the animals around and the occasional Human that wandered in. It was only until he was eighteen that he was really sure where his loyalties lied.
During the month of June, a few of his brethren had left the pack for awhile. Nobody paid any thought to it but him, as it was all part of the plan. The three that left though were more higher ups, and it hit a small toll on the pack while they were gone for a few short weeks. But that was nothing compared to what happened after that. By this time, Henry's parents had told him that he would soon transform into a Werewolf for the first time, on the night of the full moon. It meant little to him though, he just considered them savages since he had no experiences with other packs. None-the-less, it was a night that he was going to regret for the rest of his life. It was known that most Werewolves, even new ones would be able to have some form of thought in their change. Henry was one of the unlucky ones though, one of the ones who wasn't able to comprehend what he was doing right away. Eventually, the three returned to the pack with seemingly nothing.
Throughout the next few days, Henry often heard screaming from a girl off in the distance. He never knew what it really was, or who, until the fateful night of his transformation. The full moon rose in the sky slowly, and all of the Werewolves in the pack transformed accordingly. It was a pain-staking experience to him for the first time, his bones shook and cracked, his muscles stretched, his fingers elongated into claws, and his teeth grew out and sharpened. Fur expanded all over his body as he started to hear the girls screams again. One of the masters of the pack spoke to him, signaling that it was time to show his loyalty to the pack. It was only known to him what he meant after it had been done. The girl screamed again, louder, and he was off toward her without control. That night was the first night and the only night he killed anyone. Death was a powerful thing, and he didn't even give her the chance to stop it.
He was traumatized for weeks. The elders knew why, and because of this they offered no help to him what-so-ever. The only people who did help him were his own parents, and his parent's friends. He never really had any real friends of his own, just a few that he knew around his age that never said anything mean to him or anything. Once he started to do what was expected of the pack to do daily, did he have that conversation with his mother. She spoke to him about Werewolves and why they hated most everything that weren't them. She explained why they killed, how to control themselves in Werewolf form, etc. etc. The thing that she said that caused him to realize who he was and what he should was quite simple really. "The best way to prepare for life is to begin to live," a tear rolled down her face when she had said that, before she left in the tent where they were speaking. Unknown to her and the entire pack, this would be the catalyst that would make him leave. It was a fitting phrase, as he felt that he had no life here.
Over the next few years, with help from his mother, he found out how the pack worked. He was planning to escape, but that was something barely conceivable when it came to packs. He had to learn the ins and outs of their game, how they thought, how they acted. It took him awhile to learn just about everything about the Werewolves, even his own parents. In turn, he put up a facade, acting like them and talking like them. The only thing he didn't do was kill Humans. He could barely stand it when he killed other animals that did him no harm. All of this built up inside of him though, giving him more courage to move on, to complete his goal of abandoning this waste. He had spent that last twenty-three years here, and he intended on not wasting anymore. His plan was to leave during the winter, when his pack hibernated. He was sure other packs didn't do this, since they probably lived in houses and were more civilized.
The night he left, they were all asleep. It was easy, and he knew the snow would melt when they awoke so it would wash away his footprints, and his time with that place. Now, new to the world outside, Henry must deal with people he has never met before, and creatures he has never interacted with.
Personality: Henry considers himself a natural-born pacifist, meaning he doesn't like to pick fights, cause violence, kill, etc. etc. when not necessary. If he or one of his friends are having troubles in such things, he is always willing to protect them or defend himself when the situation occurs. Though, he always establishes a warning to the attacker when doing so, because he hasn't exactly been able to control himself in his Werewolf form yet, due to him being so young compared to many of the elder werewolves. That's not to say that he is bad at it, just that he isn't as aware to what he is doing when he does it. Not as aware as he'd like to be, anyway.
When it comes to friends, he likes to surround himself with the people that he loves, which is just about anybody. He loves people in general, and acts very sociable most of the time unless he has a lingering torment of sorts. Usually he is one to engage in conversation, the pacifist in him makes him believe that anyone can be friends in certain situations. This is one of the reasons why he, as a Werewolf, harbors no hate or contempt for Vampires, Humans, or even Shifters. Most of the time this holds out unless the individual in question does something that effects his friendliness towards them or if it effects his friends directly. An example would be if a vampire fed on one of his friends forcefully.
As for love, Henry has had no luck in that department. Being gay, he hasn't met many guys who have shown any sort of love for him. There is a reason for this though, which is detailed in his history. Only recently has he left his pack, a place where he stayed for most of his short life so far. He was treated badly there because of his too-friendly attitude and pacifist nature among other things. He could never understand the hatred between Vampire and Werewolf, or Werewolf and Shifter. He knew his kind did wrong to the Shifters, which ties in to the reason he left. Back to the loving, he is quite uncaring as to who he ends up with, whether he be Human, Vampire, another Werewolf, or even a Shifter.
Future Plans for your character: Simply, to spread the love. He wants to live harmoniously between the races, being able to not hide what he is and who he is. He knows he can't accomplish this task alone which is why he wants to share his own love with people so they can understand that there should be no reason to hate each other.
Have you read the books: No, not yet anyway.
Other: He's gay and a pacifist. His favorite food is spaghetti with Parmesan cheese and extra meatballs. His favorite alcoholic drink is sour apple pucker. His favorite regular drink is Ice tea. His favorite color is light blue. And his favorite activity is making friends. Lastly, he can often be jumpy and nervous when he hears there is a Werewolf around, thinking it might be someone from his pack.
Sample RP: Walking down the street, Henry had memorized the calender and what days the Full moon was going to be on. Tonight wasn't the night luckily, so he planned on going to that bar in Shreveport. It was called, "Fangtasia", or something like that. By the pun in the name and hearing some rumors about it, he knew it was a Vampire bar. but ofcourse, due to his pacifistic nature and outlook on life, he wasn't going to be any kind of racist Werewolf like he knew his old pack was. Whatever the case, he was surely not going to reveal that he was a Werewolf, depending on what kind of bar it was.
Walking down the street, he could see the lights and neon signs on around it, and a small crowd around the entrance itself, although there was no line. When he walked towards the door, he saw a blond lady with a skin-tight outfit standing behind a red rope. "I.D.?," she clicked her tongue with a raised eyebrow and held her hand out, the other resting on her left hip. Henry fumbled in his back pocket before pulling his wallet out and showing her. She gazed at it for a moment before nodding and pulling the rope back. "It's good," she let him step around her and enter the bar. He thanked her before entering in.
Immediately after he opened the door the sound of music washed over him. He eyes gazed at all of the black and red around the room with and occasional blue or other color. It looked more like a strip club to him than a bar, but he was fine with that either way. Much to his happiness though, he saw a male dancer by a pole doing his thing. He might grow to like this place. Heading over towards the bar, he flashed a white, glowing smile to the bartender and asked for some pucker. "New here?," he flashed a toothy grin as he looked Henry up and down. "Yes, this is my first time," Henry yelled back over the music with another smile as the bartender gave him his drink. "Ahh, well, I think you'll like it here. And I'm sure they'll like you here!," he gave Henry a wink before going to another customer.
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I remember reading the rules a week or so ago before joining, but I forgot because I didn't create my character right away. I added the last part.
