Post by Strike on Apr 10, 2005 20:05:17 GMT -5
Player Title: Strike
Full Birth Name: Strikarash Moonshallow
Alias/ nickname: Strike
Race: Kragarian - Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: Approximately 3,500
Physical Appearance:
Metallic silver hair that begins roughly at eye level and extends to the nape of the neck. Lately has been layered due to his cutting source being a knife. A newer feature is also black highlights throughout. His eyes brilliantly match his hair and when he is in power, black frames his irises.
Once he used to wear black tank shirts and jeans with a trench coat, accented with heavy boots. Now, he can be found wearing his traditional Kragarian Garb. The garb consists of a black leather covering over his waist that has extensions to his ankles. Dare you to call it a skirt. No shirt, no shoes. During colder days or when needing to blend in with the woods, he has a furred body covering that closely resembles a cloak.
Black tribal tattoos tend to cover the left half of his body, and they snake. Each moves on its own accord and even relocated frequently. For many years he had hid the marks, but now he wears them proudly.
In wolven form, he is silvered with hints of black. Large he is near 250-275lbs.
In hybrid, his colors are much the same only he stands taller than any average hybrid.
Personality Traits:
Strike suffers from multiple personality disorder. It is also evident in a form of schizophrenia. He has never seen a professional, though if he had, the outcome would never have been pretty.
Normal: This is the well-known Strike that had once been loved by all werewolves. The alpha of the race. A calm, level headed man, his wisdom shown in his centuries of existence. A man willing to aid his brethren at any cost and who holds loyalty to those closest to him.
Jack: Jack of spades. This is the darker portion of Strike. He prides himself in appearance and sex appeal. His common traits is slicking his hair back, silken shirts and dress slacks. He even is known to wear gloves. His brain works continuously, scheming the demise of enemies. Which is almost everyone. Jack is also more prone to fits, losing his hold on reality for moments. Resulting in a terrible temper and unpredictable nature.
Feral: This mentality is also the nature of the beast, always at the brink and waiting to unleash. This is also Strike’s original mentality, his mind from the old days of the Kragarian world. It is primal and all instinct. He stands his ground and access the levels of danger surrounding him, always on the lookout. At this time is when he wears his original tribal gear. In the past, he also has been known to pierce various parts of his body and wrap chains around his neck. Chains as in tow trucks and airplanes.
Weaponry:
Once he held his family’s sword. A blade made by Kragarians and forged of metals very powerful. Powerful enough to kill a Kragarian. The blade is now held by Connor, Strike’s firstborn. Only one of his family line may hold the blade, the metal heavy and burdensome to all others despite strength levels.
Now, he simply uses stone daggers with a bow and arrow he made from surrounding resources.
History Summary:
Born within his Kragarian realm, Strike grew with a loving mother and a war crazed father. His father was powerful and mighty, conquering for his kin’s name. His mother, she was powerful in a sense too, but in a form of mysticism. In a fit of insanity, he had killed his mother and sister, using the family sword to pierce the core of their power, their hearts. His father having died to the plague.
To brief this early part of his life, he survived the plague that killed his race and made it into the world of humans. He barely remembers the introduction of werewolves and vampires. During that time he adopted his wolven cousins, unaware Iris had adopted vampires. In his mind, his love, his mate, was dead. In their world, she had been abducted and he had never seen her again. Not for years until once day in the 90s, they met once more. It was not a pretty meeting either but rather a dreadful one regarding the war of the races. Not long after, she disappeared but he never stopped wondering what became of her. A couple years later, she returned, but sickly with the plague. Near her end, he was heart stricken and depressed. She died.
For most of his life, Strike wandered between the packs, upholding his appearance and title; Alpha of Alphas. But finally, he settled within the city, finding it homely, where he kept to a single pack. Though his name still rang as the King of Alphas. The barrier of the realms rippled, and Crystal, his dead sister, was revived and whole once more, in his city. Their relationship has never been the same. How does one forgive the brother that killed them? For a time, she attempted in seeking revenge, sometimes obvious, other times it was discrete. Around this time he also found a little boy, Jake, who he took into his care, quickly becoming a son to him.
He met a girl, a wolf, Kesia. One night together and she gave him a son, Connor. Unfortunately, Kesia was not stable and shortly after the birth disappeared from the city. A bond was slowly forming as well, with Trisha, someone he considered a best friend for so long but now had begun to crave for more. But if that bond was both ways, he did not know. After Connor’s birth, death came for Strike, though it was not successful, Strike couldn’t leave yet. But it did ignite a hidden part of him. Jack. His other part returned, his murderous, conniving part. Upon a battle of immortal vs. human, The Great Battle, a deal was struck for peace. Though Jack remained.
17 years of peace and insanity ruled his life, he as a council member for his race. He raised his two boys, secretly planning his next method. Peace could not be forever, he needed to change that, needed to rule again. Or at least, that is what his conniving part strived for. His relation with Trisha soured because of his new found attitude, she was femme and knew things. Then there was the coming of Vergil, the culprit to his misery. An original, the thing that came before vampire. Until that point, Strike knew nothing of the man, or beast, but was quick to learn he was a half brother on his father’s side. A mistake gone wrong. Hell broke loose and Vergil aimed to conquer. Strike regained senses, coming back to himself. To Trisha, he sacrificed himself and allowed her to take his life, too weak to take Vergil down. But she was strong and young. She killed him with the same sword he killed his brood with. His power left him and she gained all. Vergil existed no longer after that, but Strike never learned what really came of him.
Death had come and had been rejected again. Months passed where odd magics worked for him. It did not last long, for soon he was returned to his body, his power leaving Trisha, a source that could not hold it permanently and returned to the only form it was familiar with. His body. He was returned. Though little did he recognize she still held some of that power. That time was not spent happy. Soon enough, the treaty failed and immortals could no longer cope. Fighting broke out as did an epidemic leading to the creation of Outsiders. Trisha and he fell out, yet again, she simply would not have him. Another part of his mind came alive, a more primitive and animalistic part. For a short time, he spent like so, on the outskirts, watching the city. Then it happened. Trisha died. He took the news from Magda and wept. But the room in his heart for her had grown cold as she had ignored it. The city began to die and he returned to his place, this time though starting from the bottom again as the territory Alpha and not Alpha of Alphas.
Like everything else seemed short, so was the time it took for her entrance. On the beach, he met her, barely returned back to the right state of his mind. He had met Oriana and ever since they managed to come across one another, slowly coming to bond. He had loved Trisha and even Kesia in a way, but Oriana resembled that of Iris. Igniting old memories and feelings he thought long lost with her memory. The reality of man shifted, and once more, the walls crumbled as they had thousands of years past. New creations came forth, creature and structure alike. He led his pack, though now, by choice, it was divided, the other half to Davis. His half held tolerance to humans, one of his signs of loyalty to Oriana. Their alliance held true and proved worthy as they used it in the battle against Angels. It was a bloody and glorious battle. Though many were lost.
Soon after the battle was held, it was evident the world was not going to return as it was. Being the only one who understood the new world, Strike handed his Alpha title to his sister and took to exploring the world surrounding them all. It was an exploration meant only for several months to a single year. But it quickly led to many years and soon ten had swiftly passed since his leaving. He had lost himself, old memories of his home flooding him with guilt and ancient instincts he had worked so hard to bury. Now he remains in the surrounding forests, living off of the land, oblivious to what he had left behind and what he could come back to.
This history has been edited down as to be not so annoying. More will be added at a later date though the main highlights have been brought up. This Biography is setup as it is with reason and some of the parts members cannot mimic such as age and briefed history that are this elaborate.