Post by danielbri on Nov 9, 2009 17:38:06 GMT -5
Name: Chris Fletcher
Nick Name: Fletcher, Fletch
Race: Were wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: 6 ft, short and scruffy mousy blonde hair, dressed in an old green hoody and jeans with doc martins. And a blue beanie hat (uniform from old gang) Not the most handsome guy around but far from being a total munter either. Sort of bulky but still in good shape because of gang life style.
Personality: Fletcher is generally a nice guy as long as you dint catch him in a bad mood. Admittedly he has some anger issues, but who wouldn't when you've seen your parents killed at the hands of your own species.
Weapon: Butterfly knife (with his initials engraved in it), whatever else he can get his hands on e.g. chairs, bottles, 2x4's.
History: Both of Fletcher's parents were in protest of the war, even when all of their friends were getting involved, they didn't want fletcher to loose them. They would give out anti war leaflets and stage rallies with the few people they knew who would support them. However one day they were followed home by a human gang, they were attacked and accused of being traitors to their species. Both of Fletcher's parents were killed and he was left for dead, however his neighbors found him and took care of him.
As he grew up the world around him crumbled, he lost many friends and even his adopted parents were killed in the riots and looting. At 17 he joined up with his local gang "The Locusts". They go on robbing spree's and are into graffiti. One night whilst he and some of his fellow gang members were out tagging, they were attacked by a were wolf. Fletcher was bitten in the shoulder and his closest friend Steve was killed whilst trying to save him.
Upon seeing Fletcher's bite wound his gang mates became hostile to wards him, they banished him from their group for fear of ending up like poor old Steve. So now he's pretty much left with no one all over again, and to top it off he's got a chunk of flesh missing from his arm and were wolf venom running through his veins.
Fortunately for him, he had just under a month to reach New York, where he'd been told there were more were wolves. He began to make his way to the "Big Apple" which he'd heard had become pretty rotten indeed. The journey was tough as his bite made others suspicious of him. He mainly avoided people which gave him time to think, now that he was no longer human he realized that he had a deep seated loathing for them. After watching his parents being killed for simply not wanting to fight or let their son grow up in a world f violence. Unfortunately thats just what had happened. And he was going to make them pay for it!
The night he reached new York the full moon was out, as he began to turn he heard a howl from deeper within the city. He began to follow the call, some what cautiously. It led him to a Mall, in which upon entering he found a meeting of his new kind taking place. He joined the ranks of wolves that were there and began to listen.
Most of the details and names meant nothing to him but what he did get out of it was that someone called Davis had a pack that was fighting humans. That was all he needed to hear and he joined up at the first chance he got.
Nick Name: Fletcher, Fletch
Race: Were wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: 6 ft, short and scruffy mousy blonde hair, dressed in an old green hoody and jeans with doc martins. And a blue beanie hat (uniform from old gang) Not the most handsome guy around but far from being a total munter either. Sort of bulky but still in good shape because of gang life style.
Personality: Fletcher is generally a nice guy as long as you dint catch him in a bad mood. Admittedly he has some anger issues, but who wouldn't when you've seen your parents killed at the hands of your own species.
Weapon: Butterfly knife (with his initials engraved in it), whatever else he can get his hands on e.g. chairs, bottles, 2x4's.
History: Both of Fletcher's parents were in protest of the war, even when all of their friends were getting involved, they didn't want fletcher to loose them. They would give out anti war leaflets and stage rallies with the few people they knew who would support them. However one day they were followed home by a human gang, they were attacked and accused of being traitors to their species. Both of Fletcher's parents were killed and he was left for dead, however his neighbors found him and took care of him.
As he grew up the world around him crumbled, he lost many friends and even his adopted parents were killed in the riots and looting. At 17 he joined up with his local gang "The Locusts". They go on robbing spree's and are into graffiti. One night whilst he and some of his fellow gang members were out tagging, they were attacked by a were wolf. Fletcher was bitten in the shoulder and his closest friend Steve was killed whilst trying to save him.
Upon seeing Fletcher's bite wound his gang mates became hostile to wards him, they banished him from their group for fear of ending up like poor old Steve. So now he's pretty much left with no one all over again, and to top it off he's got a chunk of flesh missing from his arm and were wolf venom running through his veins.
Fortunately for him, he had just under a month to reach New York, where he'd been told there were more were wolves. He began to make his way to the "Big Apple" which he'd heard had become pretty rotten indeed. The journey was tough as his bite made others suspicious of him. He mainly avoided people which gave him time to think, now that he was no longer human he realized that he had a deep seated loathing for them. After watching his parents being killed for simply not wanting to fight or let their son grow up in a world f violence. Unfortunately thats just what had happened. And he was going to make them pay for it!
The night he reached new York the full moon was out, as he began to turn he heard a howl from deeper within the city. He began to follow the call, some what cautiously. It led him to a Mall, in which upon entering he found a meeting of his new kind taking place. He joined the ranks of wolves that were there and began to listen.
Most of the details and names meant nothing to him but what he did get out of it was that someone called Davis had a pack that was fighting humans. That was all he needed to hear and he joined up at the first chance he got.