Post by ria16 on Feb 6, 2010 16:29:22 GMT -5
Name: Jaccob Mckinna Wolfbane
Nick Name: Jake Or Jaccob
Race: Lycanthrope
Gender: Male
Age: 24 years old August 3rd
Appearance:
Hair: Jakes hair now reaches just above his chin. Hanging in loose fraying curls around his ears. The color is the most peculiar thing, In the night, his hair seems black yet seems to reflect any light with a silver glow. In the day, his hair is blond almost white with light brown streaks through it. The darker the light, the darker color his hair seems to become.
Eyes: Jaccobs eyes are a soft blue, so light in texture that he seems to have almost no color to them. When upset his furrowed eyebrows cause a shadow that seems to darken his eyes making them seem such a pure bright blue.
Face: His nose and chin are pointed, with high cheekbones and gaunt cheeks. He normally has a pale complexion as though he doesn't get much time out in the sun. Though right now in the story line, his face and upper body is EXTREMELY wind burnt from time in the cold.
Physique: Jake stands 5 ft8 with broad shoulders and a well muscled chest and abdomen. He is a very physical being in great shape and health. If his shoulders weren't so broad he would look lanky because of his long limbedness. (I totally made that word up). Jake works out constantly to maintain this healthy form, he doesn't come by it naturally.
Wolf Form Appearance: Jake is a black and gray streaked wolf. He seems very lean in his wolf form, almost borderline skinny, Although he always has a long shaggy coat hiding this slimness from onlookers. The length of his fur is somewhat unnatural.
Human Wolf Mix Appearance: On rare occasion, when Jake is extremely focused he can reach this stage of wolven evolution. The skin color is a midnight blue, with a long main of pitch black hair flowing from his head down his back, tail and back of his legs, The hair seeming to become shorter the farther down you look. His shoulders seem to widen about an inch and a half, his chest broaden with pulsing muscles. He has a short snout and pointed ears, one that bends downward at the point. His eyes go from their soft blue to a solid dark blue.
Weapon: None at this time. He lost his gun when his home burned down. Along with every other weapon he's collected over the years.
History:
(The histories a wee bit jumbled, I was mixing both of Jakes histories, which were for some reason different.. lol. However This is my result. Enjoy)
Jake was born a lycan in Ireland though his parents moved to the city with him when he was 3 yrs old. (They moved for work) Everything seemed near perfect until one day his parents left for work and forgot to take him to daycare. So Jake being the weird child he already is at the age of 4 he packed up his clothing and took his special blankie and left the house. He cut through the park and headed to daycare. But he never got there, instead he got very lost.
He finally found his way back home. but his house was surrounded by people, they were all staring at it. He cut through to the front of the crowd and saw them removing bodies from the still burning building. Tears filled the little ones eyes as he turned and ran away. he ran and ran.
Almost a year went by and the little lycan boy was forced to survive by pure will. Strike Wolfbane, Jake barely remembers this day- found him out in the park. He took Jake underground where he lived with the lycans. It was so long ago.
Jake was passed from hand to hand. People taught him to hunt. To fight, read, write. He learned so much in the year he lived with his own kind. Athe man called Strike, the leader of the clan became Jakes adoptive father. The man completely took Jake under his wing as his own son.
The young man learned so much about life from his father.
Jake slowly wriggled his way into this mans heart, and the hearts of others who belonged to the pack. Strike slowly adopted Jake as his son, and the child learned to trust the man. Jake was always doing everything he could to be included in everything Strike was doing. Even to the point that when the Great War happened, Jake ran from his safe place to venture through the throng of battle. He had stolen someones gun and a knife which he found in his fathers room, both he had learned to use somewhat from other members of the pack, for his own protection. Even as a child he was emotionally strong enough to kill other creatures.
Jake's childhood was filled of veige memories. Short times spent laughing with his father, or playing with his baby brother. Even with the scarred darkness to his eyes, it was as though he had never taken part in the war. As though he had never seen family and friends falling by his side. As though he had never killed something.
He veighly remembered starting to feel jealous of his brothers attention. He was only 6 when Connor was born. So jealousy was natural after all especially between siblings (believe me, I got 5). But he still loved his brother. Just as the two boys grew older they fought like cats and dogs. Jake was never really one to show outward emotions, usually hiding them from people. So his brother never really knew how much Jake cared about him.
He remembered his father dying, only to come back again.. You can only lose someone so many times before their death is no longer a surprise to you, or their rebirth for that mater. He remembered a few healers coming into the pack, some staying some leaving, or dying. He learned what he could from them, always terrorizing them for information.
Jake was 21 when the peace disappeared, there was word of need for medical attention within packs in another city near by. He hugged his brother goodbye, knowing Trisha and the pack would take good care of him. He said all his goodbyes- except one. His father, Strike who he was sure was mad as a hatter somewhere outside the city.
Jake took all of his weapons and medical supply kit. He was not going to get there unprepared.
It has been almost three years since Jakes disappearance. And allot has happened in both places. He spent days and nights awake wondering if his father, brother or even Trisha was still alive. There was constant battle around him, always bringing his mind back to the Great War and the chaos he had put himself in.
On a happier note, shortly after Jake arrived to live with and assist this pack in a neighboring city, he met with a beautiful woman who stole his heart. It took only weeks for her to show this same attraction for him. As long as he had her in his arms, he would never go home. Jake felt as though he would not be able to live without this woman by his side. Alas, even the other pack members could sense that Jake longed for home. That he had never really been one of their pack. He worked with them, even loved and cared for most of them. But this wasn't home. And If Aries' loyalty wasn't so strong to her birth pack, then he would have been able to convince her to come home with him. Jake understood her loyalty to her family, just as his had been calling to him. After several months they realized that Aries was pregnant. Even with war all around them, they shared this happy little miracle.
Watching the birth of his daughters in a bathtub in the lycan manor home (seeing as it was a time of war there isn't too much medical facilities), he wished his father could be here, and his brother.. He knew his father would likely be in his glory to see such a miracle in times like these. That is- if his father finally got his mind back. Their baby girls was likely the most beautiful site either of the two young lycans had ever seen. Unfortunately baby things were hard to come by at times like these- so their daughters had to sleep between the two of them, which neither of them minded too much. Things couldn't be better for them.
Although- with every life given, we lose some. Many of the pack members were dying in ambushes by the humans. They seemed very organized here. One late evening they awoke to the sounds of screaming from downstairs. Aries ran to the window, staring outside at the fire red sky. Not red from sunrise, red from fire. "The house, The humans set it on fire... Jake, take Trish.." She called out something else, but there was a blast and the whole mansion shook.
Jake grabbed his crying daughters' small form, holding her tight to him as he coughed in smoke and ash.Aries grabbed the other baby. He pressed her face to his bare chest, trying to protect her from the chemicals in the air. "Poison gas..." He called out trying to see Aries.. "Baby, where are you?" He called out, without reply. He pulled the blankets off the bed, wrapping his struggling child in them, without taking time to be careful. There was no time for that. He coughed hard feeling his head doing spins. He made sure the blankets were over Trisha's head the child screaming, He easily slipped his feet into his running shoes beside the bed before running to where Aries was standing before the explosion. "Aries.." He called out to her again. There was slight coughing, he bent down, touching blindly to her face feeling it slick with blood. He felt a strong slim hand grasp his own. He pulled her to her feet and the four of them made their way at a run for the escape hatch in the basement. Their first two attempts were blocked by fallen burning wood. They made it out only to run into an ambush.
"Take the babies, Ill fight them off." He called to her But Aries had always had a mind of her own. Before he could do anything, She was pulling a knife that he didn't even realize she had. Although- Aries normally slept with one by her side of the bed, just in case. "No!" He called through the fray as other lycans joined them through the tunnel, running at the humans.
He watched as silver bullets pounded their way into her chest, and into the child screaming and crying in her arms. The little girls eyes and nose were blackened from smoke inhilation. her body convulsing with each hit. He dropped down, well muscled he easily held his shaking- crying child to him as he made his way over to his mate. "Aries.." He whispered to her, whipping blood splattered hair from her face. She coughed, and gurgled something, while taking his hand in hers. The little girl in her arms didn't move. Wasn't breathing either. He stayed with her, seemingly noticing the blaze behind him, or the battling around him. He watched the light leave her eyes. His hand coming up and closing her dark brown eyes. "I will always love you.." He whispered softly, kissing her pale pout shaped lips.
He heard a bullets whistle but wasn't quick enough. He took the shot in his left shoulder. He growled in agony, clutching tightly at his daughter. Then he was off, running faster than he had ever ran. Slow flying up behind his feet as he ran. His breath came out through a snout shaped mouth, but clawed hands held his daughter. Thank god he'd been working on this transformation for years. He was able to get out of the throng with only a few sword cuts at his protecting arms and across his back.
For a week he walked, headed home. He had come across another pack on his way home. They fed and clothed the two, giving them just enough food for his daughter, seeing as food was hard to come by. He thanked them, knowing he only had a few days left to go.
"We're almost home.." He whispered softly to his daughter as they reached the boarder of the city. But something was off. This was not wolf territory. Something was very wrong. A gun shot sounded and Jake broke into a dead run. Running for his daughters life.
Personality:
General: Jake is very dedicated to anything he sets his mind to. He is the sort of person that will never stop trying until he overcomes all obstacles. In other words his persistent behavior could be called a very thick stubborn streak. This young man also does not trust too easily. After everything he's been through and seen. Why would he? This is a character trait that he has had since living on the streets as a boy. Those who have his trust have worked for it. And there are very few people he truly trusts. He also shows as little emotion as possible. He's got quite the inverted personality, due to his trust issues. Some people might assume he is cold and heartless, but those that really know him, know that he is sensitive and caring. He just doesn't like to show it for fear of being hurt.
Likes:
Dislikes
Habits/Mannerisms:
(I even ran spell checker! WOOT to me from me... *smiles* Me and my bad spelling 55 words changed lol.)
(Two litle things, im awating Sobers permission for Jake to name his daughter after her former Character Trisha. Also- the child is only a year an a half so will be NPC'd by myself and others around me.)
(Oh and one one more thing... If she says 'no' I will edit the childs name through the bio and change the signature. so don't take it into account when looking at the bio)
Nick Name: Jake Or Jaccob
Race: Lycanthrope
Gender: Male
Age: 24 years old August 3rd
Appearance:
Hair: Jakes hair now reaches just above his chin. Hanging in loose fraying curls around his ears. The color is the most peculiar thing, In the night, his hair seems black yet seems to reflect any light with a silver glow. In the day, his hair is blond almost white with light brown streaks through it. The darker the light, the darker color his hair seems to become.
Eyes: Jaccobs eyes are a soft blue, so light in texture that he seems to have almost no color to them. When upset his furrowed eyebrows cause a shadow that seems to darken his eyes making them seem such a pure bright blue.
Face: His nose and chin are pointed, with high cheekbones and gaunt cheeks. He normally has a pale complexion as though he doesn't get much time out in the sun. Though right now in the story line, his face and upper body is EXTREMELY wind burnt from time in the cold.
Physique: Jake stands 5 ft8 with broad shoulders and a well muscled chest and abdomen. He is a very physical being in great shape and health. If his shoulders weren't so broad he would look lanky because of his long limbedness. (I totally made that word up). Jake works out constantly to maintain this healthy form, he doesn't come by it naturally.
Wolf Form Appearance: Jake is a black and gray streaked wolf. He seems very lean in his wolf form, almost borderline skinny, Although he always has a long shaggy coat hiding this slimness from onlookers. The length of his fur is somewhat unnatural.
Human Wolf Mix Appearance: On rare occasion, when Jake is extremely focused he can reach this stage of wolven evolution. The skin color is a midnight blue, with a long main of pitch black hair flowing from his head down his back, tail and back of his legs, The hair seeming to become shorter the farther down you look. His shoulders seem to widen about an inch and a half, his chest broaden with pulsing muscles. He has a short snout and pointed ears, one that bends downward at the point. His eyes go from their soft blue to a solid dark blue.
Weapon: None at this time. He lost his gun when his home burned down. Along with every other weapon he's collected over the years.
History:
(The histories a wee bit jumbled, I was mixing both of Jakes histories, which were for some reason different.. lol. However This is my result. Enjoy)
Jake was born a lycan in Ireland though his parents moved to the city with him when he was 3 yrs old. (They moved for work) Everything seemed near perfect until one day his parents left for work and forgot to take him to daycare. So Jake being the weird child he already is at the age of 4 he packed up his clothing and took his special blankie and left the house. He cut through the park and headed to daycare. But he never got there, instead he got very lost.
He finally found his way back home. but his house was surrounded by people, they were all staring at it. He cut through to the front of the crowd and saw them removing bodies from the still burning building. Tears filled the little ones eyes as he turned and ran away. he ran and ran.
Almost a year went by and the little lycan boy was forced to survive by pure will. Strike Wolfbane, Jake barely remembers this day- found him out in the park. He took Jake underground where he lived with the lycans. It was so long ago.
Jake was passed from hand to hand. People taught him to hunt. To fight, read, write. He learned so much in the year he lived with his own kind. Athe man called Strike, the leader of the clan became Jakes adoptive father. The man completely took Jake under his wing as his own son.
The young man learned so much about life from his father.
Jake slowly wriggled his way into this mans heart, and the hearts of others who belonged to the pack. Strike slowly adopted Jake as his son, and the child learned to trust the man. Jake was always doing everything he could to be included in everything Strike was doing. Even to the point that when the Great War happened, Jake ran from his safe place to venture through the throng of battle. He had stolen someones gun and a knife which he found in his fathers room, both he had learned to use somewhat from other members of the pack, for his own protection. Even as a child he was emotionally strong enough to kill other creatures.
Jake's childhood was filled of veige memories. Short times spent laughing with his father, or playing with his baby brother. Even with the scarred darkness to his eyes, it was as though he had never taken part in the war. As though he had never seen family and friends falling by his side. As though he had never killed something.
He veighly remembered starting to feel jealous of his brothers attention. He was only 6 when Connor was born. So jealousy was natural after all especially between siblings (believe me, I got 5). But he still loved his brother. Just as the two boys grew older they fought like cats and dogs. Jake was never really one to show outward emotions, usually hiding them from people. So his brother never really knew how much Jake cared about him.
He remembered his father dying, only to come back again.. You can only lose someone so many times before their death is no longer a surprise to you, or their rebirth for that mater. He remembered a few healers coming into the pack, some staying some leaving, or dying. He learned what he could from them, always terrorizing them for information.
Jake was 21 when the peace disappeared, there was word of need for medical attention within packs in another city near by. He hugged his brother goodbye, knowing Trisha and the pack would take good care of him. He said all his goodbyes- except one. His father, Strike who he was sure was mad as a hatter somewhere outside the city.
Jake took all of his weapons and medical supply kit. He was not going to get there unprepared.
It has been almost three years since Jakes disappearance. And allot has happened in both places. He spent days and nights awake wondering if his father, brother or even Trisha was still alive. There was constant battle around him, always bringing his mind back to the Great War and the chaos he had put himself in.
On a happier note, shortly after Jake arrived to live with and assist this pack in a neighboring city, he met with a beautiful woman who stole his heart. It took only weeks for her to show this same attraction for him. As long as he had her in his arms, he would never go home. Jake felt as though he would not be able to live without this woman by his side. Alas, even the other pack members could sense that Jake longed for home. That he had never really been one of their pack. He worked with them, even loved and cared for most of them. But this wasn't home. And If Aries' loyalty wasn't so strong to her birth pack, then he would have been able to convince her to come home with him. Jake understood her loyalty to her family, just as his had been calling to him. After several months they realized that Aries was pregnant. Even with war all around them, they shared this happy little miracle.
Watching the birth of his daughters in a bathtub in the lycan manor home (seeing as it was a time of war there isn't too much medical facilities), he wished his father could be here, and his brother.. He knew his father would likely be in his glory to see such a miracle in times like these. That is- if his father finally got his mind back. Their baby girls was likely the most beautiful site either of the two young lycans had ever seen. Unfortunately baby things were hard to come by at times like these- so their daughters had to sleep between the two of them, which neither of them minded too much. Things couldn't be better for them.
Although- with every life given, we lose some. Many of the pack members were dying in ambushes by the humans. They seemed very organized here. One late evening they awoke to the sounds of screaming from downstairs. Aries ran to the window, staring outside at the fire red sky. Not red from sunrise, red from fire. "The house, The humans set it on fire... Jake, take Trish.." She called out something else, but there was a blast and the whole mansion shook.
Jake grabbed his crying daughters' small form, holding her tight to him as he coughed in smoke and ash.Aries grabbed the other baby. He pressed her face to his bare chest, trying to protect her from the chemicals in the air. "Poison gas..." He called out trying to see Aries.. "Baby, where are you?" He called out, without reply. He pulled the blankets off the bed, wrapping his struggling child in them, without taking time to be careful. There was no time for that. He coughed hard feeling his head doing spins. He made sure the blankets were over Trisha's head the child screaming, He easily slipped his feet into his running shoes beside the bed before running to where Aries was standing before the explosion. "Aries.." He called out to her again. There was slight coughing, he bent down, touching blindly to her face feeling it slick with blood. He felt a strong slim hand grasp his own. He pulled her to her feet and the four of them made their way at a run for the escape hatch in the basement. Their first two attempts were blocked by fallen burning wood. They made it out only to run into an ambush.
"Take the babies, Ill fight them off." He called to her But Aries had always had a mind of her own. Before he could do anything, She was pulling a knife that he didn't even realize she had. Although- Aries normally slept with one by her side of the bed, just in case. "No!" He called through the fray as other lycans joined them through the tunnel, running at the humans.
He watched as silver bullets pounded their way into her chest, and into the child screaming and crying in her arms. The little girls eyes and nose were blackened from smoke inhilation. her body convulsing with each hit. He dropped down, well muscled he easily held his shaking- crying child to him as he made his way over to his mate. "Aries.." He whispered to her, whipping blood splattered hair from her face. She coughed, and gurgled something, while taking his hand in hers. The little girl in her arms didn't move. Wasn't breathing either. He stayed with her, seemingly noticing the blaze behind him, or the battling around him. He watched the light leave her eyes. His hand coming up and closing her dark brown eyes. "I will always love you.." He whispered softly, kissing her pale pout shaped lips.
He heard a bullets whistle but wasn't quick enough. He took the shot in his left shoulder. He growled in agony, clutching tightly at his daughter. Then he was off, running faster than he had ever ran. Slow flying up behind his feet as he ran. His breath came out through a snout shaped mouth, but clawed hands held his daughter. Thank god he'd been working on this transformation for years. He was able to get out of the throng with only a few sword cuts at his protecting arms and across his back.
For a week he walked, headed home. He had come across another pack on his way home. They fed and clothed the two, giving them just enough food for his daughter, seeing as food was hard to come by. He thanked them, knowing he only had a few days left to go.
"We're almost home.." He whispered softly to his daughter as they reached the boarder of the city. But something was off. This was not wolf territory. Something was very wrong. A gun shot sounded and Jake broke into a dead run. Running for his daughters life.
Personality:
General: Jake is very dedicated to anything he sets his mind to. He is the sort of person that will never stop trying until he overcomes all obstacles. In other words his persistent behavior could be called a very thick stubborn streak. This young man also does not trust too easily. After everything he's been through and seen. Why would he? This is a character trait that he has had since living on the streets as a boy. Those who have his trust have worked for it. And there are very few people he truly trusts. He also shows as little emotion as possible. He's got quite the inverted personality, due to his trust issues. Some people might assume he is cold and heartless, but those that really know him, know that he is sensitive and caring. He just doesn't like to show it for fear of being hurt.
Likes:
Dislikes
Habits/Mannerisms:
(I even ran spell checker! WOOT to me from me... *smiles* Me and my bad spelling 55 words changed lol.)
(Two litle things, im awating Sobers permission for Jake to name his daughter after her former Character Trisha. Also- the child is only a year an a half so will be NPC'd by myself and others around me.)
(Oh and one one more thing... If she says 'no' I will edit the childs name through the bio and change the signature. so don't take it into account when looking at the bio)