10-21-2009, 02:07 PM
Black Table
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<style="color:#804000"> 1. Character Name: Bruton
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 7-23-2004
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Verto
4. Species: Canine: 50% Buffalo Wolf, 25% Mackenzie Valley Wolf, 12.5% Timber Wolf
5. Gender:Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM: nomadic0psyche, HOTMAIL big_stinkin_dreamer @hotmail.com, GMAIL: amanda.r.bonney@gmail.com, YAHOO: zennarex_86@yahoo.com
7. How you found 'Souls: Current member; plays Angelique du Coudray in Phoenix Valley
The morning mist was rather calming in a way. Bruton liked his world to be chaotic. Death, destruction and bloodshed were his top three fantasies and fetishes. In his halfling form shadowy bodice made its way through the dewy grasses of the morning and with orange eyes witnessed every sight, sound and movement around his personal bubble. Not that he had an issue with others being in it, which he did occasionally, this morning was rather different. His smile was toothy and his bloodstained teeth showed something amiss with his personality, like he lusted for blood. Women and blood were two things he was obsessed with. As his muscles carried him to the center he shifted to his optime form and stood on his two hind legs. It took a couple minuets but the crunching and grinding of bones including a groan from his massive ribcage sounded before he finished shifting. Moving over to a hidden den with trees over the entrance, Bruton pulled out a bag and placed clothing on his body. He hated not wearing clothes. Yes, he was covered with fur, but it was more comfortable for him to be wearing clothes than without. Now clothed, his body was muscular and stood at a massive 6'5" tall. He wore tight blue jeans with a hole in the back for his tail and a white t-shirt with a short black leather jacket over it that seemed to be a little shorter. From the pocket of that he took out a set of silver shades and wore them on his muzzle. Bruton let out a chuckle. He was gonna have to get used to this. Though it only been years since he was infected, it was still haunting him in a way.
His dog tags he had around his neck dangled and clanged together until he finally stood still. Looking at his hands and the rest of his body, he let out a sigh as his ears flattened and his eyes closed. His hair was short and spiked in the back and he had long bangs in the front which were angled. The tips of his bangs and the short spiked hair in the back were a light purple and he had two piercings of gold earrings in one ear. His eyes were bright orange as they seemed to glow in the dark and looked about his scenery once more. He felt out of place in a way standing here with clothes on, but one day he would eventually stop wearing them when he accepted who he was, but for now, he would keep them on. Making his way through the undergrowth Bruton looked about to see if anyone else was in the area. "Hello?" he called out loudly. Sighing heavily, he was hesitant on using his wolven abilities now but knew he had to. "Arr.. Arooo." he started and cleared his throat as he became frustrated. Leaning his elbow on the bark of a tree and his fisted hand on his forehead he stared at the trunk while he kept his right leg resting on his left foot and his knee partially bent. He knew he would have to try again to find some one. He could smell the borders nearby for a wolf territory. He didn't know how but he knew he could. So removing himself from the tree Bruton decided to try again. An off key note sounded first but as he focused on what a wolf howl was supposed to sound like, he managed to tilt his head back and let out a howl to the heavens. Once finished he sighed a sigh of relief but didn't show it on his face and looked about. So what? Was he supposed to ... wait? Confused as to what to do next, Bruton sat on a nearby rock and began playing with his dog tags as he waited.
He never had been something like this before. Bruton could remember when he, in his mind, was normal. When he was a human being uninfected by this disease, by this curse. He had a wife and kids of his own to come home to where he came from. He used to live in Ireland of all things before he was sent out for battle. The Luperci had set fires in their celtic city while the Irish were handling a skirmish to the south of it miles away. When Bruton got the news he had rushed home quickly to confirm his family was safe. When he got there, blood was shed all over the place and all the buildings were on fire or had already burned down. Luperci still ran in the streets as did other people trying to avoid their fangs and claws. Most that were there failed to escape but there were a lucky few that managed to escape the borders of the town only to run into awaiting fangs later. Rushing home, Bruton saw his wife and children murdered and a rage broke inside of him. Running out, he met the Luperci head ona nd caught a few of them off guard and killed them. Eventually he was overwhelmed and torn from head to toe. Luckily he was saved by a howl that sounded in the air calling all the Luperci back. Apparently it was a group that disliked the humans for what they had become and how they were treated there after so they took it out on the city to relieve their rage only to find it being fed more. As the buildings continued to burn, a few luperci found his mangled body and knew that he was of no part of this, but just trying to defend his family. So carefully taking him to their home which was an abandoned city with a working hospital and such with people who understood and accepted the luperci as they were, he was sent to the hospital to have his wounds sewn shut. He was there for months with surgery after surgery after surgery and more and more his anger of the Luperci grew. They knew they would not be able to hold him much longer without him trying to kill them, so instead, they did a blood transfusion which he needed anyway of luperci blood matching his blood type.
Upon finding this out, Bruton tried effortlessly to escape the hell hole. Pain surged through him as he felt his body begin to change. Bones began to morph and change in size and shape as he could feel fur growing from his skin and his teeth becoming more pointed. His sight improved, his smelling capabilities changed as his nose grew out and his tail erupted from his spine and hung over his back as he sat on his kees with his head to the floor and his arms around his head. Knowing what he had become, Bruton escaped from the hospital and into the wilderness where he lived on his own letting his instincts from the military do the work. Of course his feral instincts as well were trying to take over, but every day he fought them whether with whiskey or vodka. Whatever he could get. He drank his memories away for sure and usually carried a flask with him. Thankfully he never smoked. He didn't see it as being a very useful thing to do in the first place. Eventually, Bruton began to get used to the fact that he was indeed one of them and began to let his feral instincts balance out the military. Of course this was when he was sixteen so he had a good amount of control on his shifting as well as his instincts of course.
OOC: Woo hoo! Go me and long posts!
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<style="color:#804000"> 1. Character Name: Bruton
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 7-23-2004
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Verto
4. Species: Canine: 50% Buffalo Wolf, 25% Mackenzie Valley Wolf, 12.5% Timber Wolf
5. Gender:Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM: nomadic0psyche, HOTMAIL big_stinkin_dreamer @hotmail.com, GMAIL: amanda.r.bonney@gmail.com, YAHOO: zennarex_86@yahoo.com
7. How you found 'Souls: Current member; plays Angelique du Coudray in Phoenix Valley
The morning mist was rather calming in a way. Bruton liked his world to be chaotic. Death, destruction and bloodshed were his top three fantasies and fetishes. In his halfling form shadowy bodice made its way through the dewy grasses of the morning and with orange eyes witnessed every sight, sound and movement around his personal bubble. Not that he had an issue with others being in it, which he did occasionally, this morning was rather different. His smile was toothy and his bloodstained teeth showed something amiss with his personality, like he lusted for blood. Women and blood were two things he was obsessed with. As his muscles carried him to the center he shifted to his optime form and stood on his two hind legs. It took a couple minuets but the crunching and grinding of bones including a groan from his massive ribcage sounded before he finished shifting. Moving over to a hidden den with trees over the entrance, Bruton pulled out a bag and placed clothing on his body. He hated not wearing clothes. Yes, he was covered with fur, but it was more comfortable for him to be wearing clothes than without. Now clothed, his body was muscular and stood at a massive 6'5" tall. He wore tight blue jeans with a hole in the back for his tail and a white t-shirt with a short black leather jacket over it that seemed to be a little shorter. From the pocket of that he took out a set of silver shades and wore them on his muzzle. Bruton let out a chuckle. He was gonna have to get used to this. Though it only been years since he was infected, it was still haunting him in a way.
His dog tags he had around his neck dangled and clanged together until he finally stood still. Looking at his hands and the rest of his body, he let out a sigh as his ears flattened and his eyes closed. His hair was short and spiked in the back and he had long bangs in the front which were angled. The tips of his bangs and the short spiked hair in the back were a light purple and he had two piercings of gold earrings in one ear. His eyes were bright orange as they seemed to glow in the dark and looked about his scenery once more. He felt out of place in a way standing here with clothes on, but one day he would eventually stop wearing them when he accepted who he was, but for now, he would keep them on. Making his way through the undergrowth Bruton looked about to see if anyone else was in the area. "Hello?" he called out loudly. Sighing heavily, he was hesitant on using his wolven abilities now but knew he had to. "Arr.. Arooo." he started and cleared his throat as he became frustrated. Leaning his elbow on the bark of a tree and his fisted hand on his forehead he stared at the trunk while he kept his right leg resting on his left foot and his knee partially bent. He knew he would have to try again to find some one. He could smell the borders nearby for a wolf territory. He didn't know how but he knew he could. So removing himself from the tree Bruton decided to try again. An off key note sounded first but as he focused on what a wolf howl was supposed to sound like, he managed to tilt his head back and let out a howl to the heavens. Once finished he sighed a sigh of relief but didn't show it on his face and looked about. So what? Was he supposed to ... wait? Confused as to what to do next, Bruton sat on a nearby rock and began playing with his dog tags as he waited.
He never had been something like this before. Bruton could remember when he, in his mind, was normal. When he was a human being uninfected by this disease, by this curse. He had a wife and kids of his own to come home to where he came from. He used to live in Ireland of all things before he was sent out for battle. The Luperci had set fires in their celtic city while the Irish were handling a skirmish to the south of it miles away. When Bruton got the news he had rushed home quickly to confirm his family was safe. When he got there, blood was shed all over the place and all the buildings were on fire or had already burned down. Luperci still ran in the streets as did other people trying to avoid their fangs and claws. Most that were there failed to escape but there were a lucky few that managed to escape the borders of the town only to run into awaiting fangs later. Rushing home, Bruton saw his wife and children murdered and a rage broke inside of him. Running out, he met the Luperci head ona nd caught a few of them off guard and killed them. Eventually he was overwhelmed and torn from head to toe. Luckily he was saved by a howl that sounded in the air calling all the Luperci back. Apparently it was a group that disliked the humans for what they had become and how they were treated there after so they took it out on the city to relieve their rage only to find it being fed more. As the buildings continued to burn, a few luperci found his mangled body and knew that he was of no part of this, but just trying to defend his family. So carefully taking him to their home which was an abandoned city with a working hospital and such with people who understood and accepted the luperci as they were, he was sent to the hospital to have his wounds sewn shut. He was there for months with surgery after surgery after surgery and more and more his anger of the Luperci grew. They knew they would not be able to hold him much longer without him trying to kill them, so instead, they did a blood transfusion which he needed anyway of luperci blood matching his blood type.
Upon finding this out, Bruton tried effortlessly to escape the hell hole. Pain surged through him as he felt his body begin to change. Bones began to morph and change in size and shape as he could feel fur growing from his skin and his teeth becoming more pointed. His sight improved, his smelling capabilities changed as his nose grew out and his tail erupted from his spine and hung over his back as he sat on his kees with his head to the floor and his arms around his head. Knowing what he had become, Bruton escaped from the hospital and into the wilderness where he lived on his own letting his instincts from the military do the work. Of course his feral instincts as well were trying to take over, but every day he fought them whether with whiskey or vodka. Whatever he could get. He drank his memories away for sure and usually carried a flask with him. Thankfully he never smoked. He didn't see it as being a very useful thing to do in the first place. Eventually, Bruton began to get used to the fact that he was indeed one of them and began to let his feral instincts balance out the military. Of course this was when he was sixteen so he had a good amount of control on his shifting as well as his instincts of course.
OOC: Woo hoo! Go me and long posts!
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