Post by Warren "Wolf" Carter on Jul 5, 2009 17:38:29 GMT
Name:
Warren “Wolf” Carter
Age:
28
Physical Description:
Wolf looks quite old for his age. He seems haggard and permanently worn out even though he’s got quite an impressive amount of stamina. He has pale green eyes and a dark mane of brown hair. His claws extend about an inch from his fingers and his fangs are approximately the same length.
Clothing Description:
Wolf usually wears a leather jacket that he’s had for years over a shirt or a t-shirt. He has a favorite pair of ratty old jeans that are in a rather sorry state, but he still wears them as they are possibly the second most comfortable thing he owns, right after his jacket. He owns a pair of knee high black boots with buckles up the side which are extremely comfortable; he tends to wear them with his aforementioned ratty old jeans and leather Jacket.
Personality:
Wolf likes having people who aren’t scared of him around him; it makes him feel secure and makes him very amiable and the more amiable the better. He is really friendly and likes meeting new people, because they don’t know about his past, so aren’t afraid of him.
History:
Warren was born into a family of 8 people, the youngest of a set of twins. He and his twin were educated at home like the rest of his brothers and sisters up till the point they noticed Warren was special. Warren had been running about with street gangs late at night, he’d been coming home in the early morning covered in cuts and bruises. He was an emotional and physical mess, the world he’d found himself in wasn’t good for him and he couldn’t back out if it, they would hunt him down if he did. His parents were extremely worried about him, as was his twin brother Nathan. Nathan was a much calmer and far more sensible than Warren and disapproved greatly of his gang affiliations. Eventually his parents put their foot down; they stopped him going out one night by locking him in his room with Nathan. Nathan tried to talk sense into him but was getting nowhere. Warren took offence to his parents and his twin’s intervention, it made him angry, to the point that it forced his gifts to reveal themselves. Before he knew what had happened Warren had grown fangs, claws and his strength had increased tenfold. This power surging through him had mixed with the anger he was feeling, He lashed out at Nathan. Minutes later his thoughts cleared and he found himself covered in his twin’s blood, running from his mouth and matted in his hair. Nathan was absolutely mangled, nearly beyond recognition except for the birthmark he shared with Warren, a small crescent moon shape on his right shoulder.
Warren fled the house that night, aged just 14. He blamed all that had happened on his powers and his lack of control. He found himself a year later enrolled in Orchid Hill Academy. He hoped the school could help him control the violent urges he felt when he got angry, that they could make him suitable to be around people. They tried their best, but couldn’t, all they found out was that the effort Warren used to control his urges made him age. He looked much older than he should, at 18 he looked almost 30 and there wasn’t much anyone could do for him. Just before Warren was too old to attend Orchid Hill anymore he took off into the woods to burn off some steam, he’d been arguing with one of his teachers and had nearly lost control. Furious with himself he let go for the first time in years, he tore apart a clearing, ripping at the bark and mauling passing animals, the release of all his pent up energy caused him to look younger, he went from looking nearly 30 to looking like an 18 year old should . This was all fine until a student came across him, attracted by the noise, and stunned at the sight she just stood there as Warren ripped her to shreds. In the morning he woke to find himself yet again covered in blood, the blood of that one innocent bystander.
For the second time in his life Warren fled, he ran from the school that couldn’t help him, the girl whose life he’d taken and the twin he was never getting back. He lived rough for about 5 years; he didn’t want to be around people. And in this time he came to the conclusion that Orchid Hill could have helped him by giving him a place to let off steam, that maybe that girl would have got off with a few scratches, or that maybe killing rabbits would have kept him sane. But they didn’t, and for 5 years he mulled this over and grew to hate Orchid Hill and what he believed they’d forced him to be.
Aged 23 and looking worse for wear he stumbled across the camps of The Forces. These were people that seemed to understand his plight, they knew how bad he felt for all that had happened and they wanted to help him because he blamed Orchid Hill for most of his problems. They renamed him Wolf, it seemed fitting and he liked it, he wanted to leave Warren behind him, all the memories and issues attached to that name were hard to bare. The Forces helped him in a way Orchid Hill never did, they found him a clearing that he could destroy, they guard him once a month and let him rip passing animals to shreds all under the watchful eyes of The Forces. Wolf in exchange allowed himself to be used as their own personal weapon, when he was in full flow they throw victims in and clear the pieces up before he came to, and if there’s a battle coming up they don’t let him burn off steam and then let him wreak havoc in the battle field. Wolf has now been with The Forces for 5 years, He’s watched it grow and move forward and he’s been right there supporting them all the way.
Gifts:
1. Can grow fangs and claws
2. Can channel his anger into his strength, but this causes him to become extremely unstable.
3. Control over fire
Pets:
He wouldn’t trust himself to have a pet, he’d be afraid of hurting it.
Other:
Wolf is Bisexual but he very rarely has any relationships in case he hurts the other person. He does have a good group of friends who he feels safe around.
Group:
The Forces, former Warrior when he was at Orchid Hill
Warren “Wolf” Carter
Age:
28
Physical Description:
Wolf looks quite old for his age. He seems haggard and permanently worn out even though he’s got quite an impressive amount of stamina. He has pale green eyes and a dark mane of brown hair. His claws extend about an inch from his fingers and his fangs are approximately the same length.
Clothing Description:
Wolf usually wears a leather jacket that he’s had for years over a shirt or a t-shirt. He has a favorite pair of ratty old jeans that are in a rather sorry state, but he still wears them as they are possibly the second most comfortable thing he owns, right after his jacket. He owns a pair of knee high black boots with buckles up the side which are extremely comfortable; he tends to wear them with his aforementioned ratty old jeans and leather Jacket.
Personality:
Wolf likes having people who aren’t scared of him around him; it makes him feel secure and makes him very amiable and the more amiable the better. He is really friendly and likes meeting new people, because they don’t know about his past, so aren’t afraid of him.
History:
Warren was born into a family of 8 people, the youngest of a set of twins. He and his twin were educated at home like the rest of his brothers and sisters up till the point they noticed Warren was special. Warren had been running about with street gangs late at night, he’d been coming home in the early morning covered in cuts and bruises. He was an emotional and physical mess, the world he’d found himself in wasn’t good for him and he couldn’t back out if it, they would hunt him down if he did. His parents were extremely worried about him, as was his twin brother Nathan. Nathan was a much calmer and far more sensible than Warren and disapproved greatly of his gang affiliations. Eventually his parents put their foot down; they stopped him going out one night by locking him in his room with Nathan. Nathan tried to talk sense into him but was getting nowhere. Warren took offence to his parents and his twin’s intervention, it made him angry, to the point that it forced his gifts to reveal themselves. Before he knew what had happened Warren had grown fangs, claws and his strength had increased tenfold. This power surging through him had mixed with the anger he was feeling, He lashed out at Nathan. Minutes later his thoughts cleared and he found himself covered in his twin’s blood, running from his mouth and matted in his hair. Nathan was absolutely mangled, nearly beyond recognition except for the birthmark he shared with Warren, a small crescent moon shape on his right shoulder.
Warren fled the house that night, aged just 14. He blamed all that had happened on his powers and his lack of control. He found himself a year later enrolled in Orchid Hill Academy. He hoped the school could help him control the violent urges he felt when he got angry, that they could make him suitable to be around people. They tried their best, but couldn’t, all they found out was that the effort Warren used to control his urges made him age. He looked much older than he should, at 18 he looked almost 30 and there wasn’t much anyone could do for him. Just before Warren was too old to attend Orchid Hill anymore he took off into the woods to burn off some steam, he’d been arguing with one of his teachers and had nearly lost control. Furious with himself he let go for the first time in years, he tore apart a clearing, ripping at the bark and mauling passing animals, the release of all his pent up energy caused him to look younger, he went from looking nearly 30 to looking like an 18 year old should . This was all fine until a student came across him, attracted by the noise, and stunned at the sight she just stood there as Warren ripped her to shreds. In the morning he woke to find himself yet again covered in blood, the blood of that one innocent bystander.
For the second time in his life Warren fled, he ran from the school that couldn’t help him, the girl whose life he’d taken and the twin he was never getting back. He lived rough for about 5 years; he didn’t want to be around people. And in this time he came to the conclusion that Orchid Hill could have helped him by giving him a place to let off steam, that maybe that girl would have got off with a few scratches, or that maybe killing rabbits would have kept him sane. But they didn’t, and for 5 years he mulled this over and grew to hate Orchid Hill and what he believed they’d forced him to be.
Aged 23 and looking worse for wear he stumbled across the camps of The Forces. These were people that seemed to understand his plight, they knew how bad he felt for all that had happened and they wanted to help him because he blamed Orchid Hill for most of his problems. They renamed him Wolf, it seemed fitting and he liked it, he wanted to leave Warren behind him, all the memories and issues attached to that name were hard to bare. The Forces helped him in a way Orchid Hill never did, they found him a clearing that he could destroy, they guard him once a month and let him rip passing animals to shreds all under the watchful eyes of The Forces. Wolf in exchange allowed himself to be used as their own personal weapon, when he was in full flow they throw victims in and clear the pieces up before he came to, and if there’s a battle coming up they don’t let him burn off steam and then let him wreak havoc in the battle field. Wolf has now been with The Forces for 5 years, He’s watched it grow and move forward and he’s been right there supporting them all the way.
Gifts:
1. Can grow fangs and claws
2. Can channel his anger into his strength, but this causes him to become extremely unstable.
3. Control over fire
Pets:
He wouldn’t trust himself to have a pet, he’d be afraid of hurting it.
Other:
Wolf is Bisexual but he very rarely has any relationships in case he hurts the other person. He does have a good group of friends who he feels safe around.
Group:
The Forces, former Warrior when he was at Orchid Hill
