Liam Knowles

[Liam]

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Full Birth Name: Liam Knowles
Alias/ nickname: Rock, Brick Shithouse, moutain man,etc
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 35 years
Physical Appearance:

Large. Roughly 6’5” tall, Liam weighs in at 260lbs. Typically found bald (a self service done by knife blade) with the exception of facial hair in the form of a goatee. In rough times he has stubble growth but usually that’s short lived. It is painfully obvious the man is a bodybuilder and flaunts it often enough.

For clothes he keeps it simple. Solid colored T-Shirts and cargo pants. Obviously steel toe boots as they are necessary for those tricky occasionss

Personality Traits:

Cocky Egotistical Bastard. Vain, borderline psychotic, self absorbed, bipolar, and possibly ADHD.
Liam has a high self awareness and sense of personal appearance. Nothing is said without an unnecessary remark that is directed in a way of stating himself as better.

Weaponry:

Generally whatever he can get his hands on. His personal favorite is a handmade axe club he made. When in doubt he attaches random sharp objects to a baseball bat. Bows are not a forte of his and he tends to avoid them all together. Mostly because he hates to admit failing. Overall, brute physical strength is his default.

History Summary:

Liam was born into a family with both sides being pureblooded. Frankly, they never were known for rank, barely hovering over Omega. It was this that influenced his drive to succeed. That and growing up around the time their kind burst the closet doors wide open. Where many humans were scared, plenty were angry. Being a run didn't help and Liam was bullied all the way to his teens. Yes, he knew how to defend himself but was forbidden to against humans for fear of accidental infection.

It was during a gym class that he made the discovery of how to fix his problem. The weight room became his new best friend. Everyday after school he gave it his unconditional attention. Finally his figure grew and the bullying began to stop. College offered new possibilities and opportunity. Liam fell into the frat crowd and his ego became bigger than his head. The fine art of a cocky attitude was won among his peers. College life did not last long before the world, as everyone knew it, came to a startling halt.

Since the decline, Liam has honed hand to hand combative skills and using that brute strength he relied upon one a time. He also has a fascination with hand made weaponry. His pack did not survive. Only a few had and they moved into bigger packs that had survived.

At 25, rumors spread of rebuilding. At this point Liam had moved around as a nomad. Now he finds himself visiting these settlements. For years of traveling, he had been far from home but now he finds himself venturing back and coming to the big city.

Post Example:

Fighting The Pit Voices hollered in all directions as hands waved in the air eagerly. Money and objects of worth flowed freely among the crowd as people announced bets and claims. The building had already accumulated a thick fog of smoke and Body Oder. It was rather overbearing and sickening, especially when you had the sense of smell to challenge the hounds of Hell. Actually, there was no challenge, his was better. Liam stood in the small ring, taking the few seconds he had to access the crowd. To revel in the limelight. A thick layer of sweat coated his bare chest and back and a line of blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth. Already the swelling in his cheek grew warm and pressed his skin. There would be a rather large bruise he did not really wish to deal with. A large hand rubbed down his chin, petting at the beard hair before the other side of his lip curved into a taunting grin at his foe across the ring. The other, a vampire, had a cracked rib, possibly two, and a fractured cheek bone. All shots Liam had accurately placed. In one shove, he pushed himself off of the ring's ropes he had been leaning his back into. Once again he became a rock, lumbering toward his enemy. In this case, the enemy was actually suppose to be friendly competition. Liam only saw straight competition and he would not be defeated. The match did not last much longer and resulted with Liam victorious. It cost him a couple broken fingers, a well bruised leg (which now he found himself limping on) and a bloodier mouth. The vampire did not suffer many more injuries, only a good bash to the head rendering him unconscious enough not to continue the fight. But he made out just fine, his prize a leggy read head human sitting on his lap willing to donate some blood. Liam grabbed his winnings and could not keep the smile from his face as various hands patted him on the back and shook his hand in congratulations. There were even several propositions offered his way from all sorts of females. He made sure to memorize several of their faces.