Post by Administrator on Jul 16, 2010 15:05:43 GMT -4
Your name: Frost.Jessica
Character's Name: Zephyros Castiel Drakkon
Nicknames: Zep, Zeph, Zephy, Zephyr, Phyr, anything really.
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen.
Vampire Age: N/A
Category: Lycanthrope
Character History:
My mother is JASMAINE ELIZABETH DRAKKON, and my father was JOSPETH ALEXANDER DRAKKON. My younger brother is KERBEROS AUSTIN DRAKKON, though we were never close, he was just the second child whom was new and improved, I was old and used. My mom was always...gentle I guess, not that it mattered, I still turned out a disaster. Where as my father thought it was best to raise a violent little boy that could handle himself without coming home bruised up by the jocks at school, well, lets just say I never came home with much cuts and the first thing out of my dads mouth was "Should take a look at the other guy eh?" My family was normal, despite my fathers need for me to be the child whom could look out for himself, he just didn't know how well I could nor my disorders so it was kind of like a push to the wrong direction. So, it was as if his words of 'improvement' were actually egging my disorders on, and well, at a young age I thought it was okay to let out anger in such ways, so, at the moment in the present i'm a fighter. Skipping the boring shit, since my family wasn't anything special, my brother being an animal lover had a dog, named Stone, he also had a few random cats, a horse, and a hedgehog, and I had a hamster thing. No, seriously, it was a hamster THING, it looked like a hamster, it ate like a hamster, it had those little habbits of running around at night until I had to shove it in my parents room to annoy them, but it was evil. It bit my finger once and all I did was try to pet it, beast. I thought they were supposed to just run up your arm, yah know? Like the shitty petstore ones, but no, my hamster wasn't like Hamtaro, and I had to deal with it's pmsing moods all day. I named it Cannibal soon after it bit my finger. Cute right? Whatever, getting to my highschool days all that shit, I believe it or not had good grades, I just did things without thinking and schoolwork was one of them. Kept my mind busy, and finding ideas for doodles and everything came best when trying to do work. I met Brooklyn in the midst of grade seven...she was my highschool sweetheart--probably would have become more if she were here to this day. She was your every-day blonde hair, green eyes, not going to go into to much depth because like mentioned my day is pretty filled. But...me and her, yah we were as close as you could get. We stayed strong for years, until highschool ended, which, was a big thing yah know? You survive highschool, you can survive anything thrown at you. But we had decided to live together soon after, grab a house with a couple of friends, unlimited fun. Skipping the frat boy parties and all of that, but one day Brooklyn and I were home, Dylan and Cody were somewhere probably getting some chickas to bring 'home' but whatever those two dumb-shits couldnt 'bring home anything to great, they weren't the most good-looking guys. Though, they left the door open, fawking idiots, and i'm not about to say we lived in the happiest bunny filled place with candycanes for trees, no, none of that. Not quite the ghetto, but not the cleanest area in town. Which is why the door being left open was such an easy target for burglers and the likes. Brooklyn and I were fighting over something stupid, her wanting to get married, though, I wasn't ready for that sort of commitment, I loved her don't get me wrong, she was my world, i'd go to hell and back if she wanted me too, but, just the topic of marriage threw me off guard and made me nervous, perhaps months from then, maybe a couple days and i'd be ready to gather enough ego to do it, but at that moment in time, it was like a little kid being told Santa was actually some hobo on the side of the street looking for his next hit, it was horror-striking. ...it happened all so fast, the screaming, Brook's desperate cries, gun shots, crashing, my flash of rage of her screaming, blind rage, unlimited time and unlimited power brought on by the quick vicious rage. I snapped so easy, I was powerful I had taken some bullets but...at the moment pain was but a joke, really? Pain? When Brooklyn was somewhere getting probably raped, I didn't think so, I had a knive, and beat down the burglers...until I felt a hand on my shoulder, i-it was so idiotic! Something so careless! She should have known...we all should have known...I was weak, fawking weak, and she was so broken...they touched her, they violated her, I was enraged, s-she didn't know what was going on, just happy to see a face...anyone familiar, I didn't know, I was blind, black over my vision though anything that moved was a threat..s-she was like one of them in my mind, I didn't hear her screams of shock and fear as I ... did with her myself, went through her body as if it were nothing to me, like she wasn't the girl I had plans on marrying, she was just another preditor stepping through my territory..the knive in my hand was never as tainted, and coming to, the last thing I heard was the last scream. I was horrorstuck, I-I didn't mean to, it was a accident, we both should have known, I apologized...i'm so sorry Brook.
Character Appearance:
Zephyros's hair is a dark brown with razor cut edges, it jags out at random, the length questionable since it barely reaches his shoulders yet brushes messily. It shifts from brown to a black hue at some points, and it sweeps out in front of his irises just enough to give him an edge but not enough to blind him of his sight. Along with sight, Zephyros's optics are a pale blue, almost grey with a green hue along the edge. Though, they darken or lighten with his mood, when angered darken to a almost black-ish green, when content to a white-ish blue. His body structure is boyish, rather tall, muscles hidden beneath his carefully tanned skin. His clothing style suits that of the 'emo' standards, not that he goes by it, perhaps a bit of punk. Though, he isn't a brand-name whore, he has a weird obsession with FOX brand items and has a whole collection of FOX hats and belts under his bed, along with the motocross gear, yah for love. Other than that, the Babycakes brand of hoodies even though, look for girls, Zephyr steals them from Devi and wears them most of the time. He has his lip pierced, spiderbites on the left side of his bottom lip. Zephyros has no tattoo's, not that he hates them, just never had the time nor thought much about them enough to actually desire gaining one upon his skin.
His wolfen form, is a rather large and coated in a coat colored like that of night-washed ink. It is rough yet soft to the tough since he has longer hair, so his fur is shaggy, but nice to cuddle. The black fur has patches of black, tan, and white at random through-out it. Like someone had stitched the colors into his pelt. Pretty much everything is black except his colored patches of fur, and his eyes which stay a nice greenish hue to the grey.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
-- Strong-Willed=Zephyros is a completely, stubborn, egotistical person, though relying on his ego to keep him grounded, he comes off as one that could drive the bus to hell and back and wind up befriending the devil himself.
-- Violent=Zephyros is a fighter, he can't feel pain due to the fact that he has blind-rage, making pain absent to the mind until after he's calmed down, and then the pain from his past injuries harms him, but during it, it doesn't effect him making him a fierce opponent.
-- Territorial=If you are one of the ones that Zephyros is protective over, god must have blessed you because when Zeph brings it upon himself to claim you as his, nothing and I mean nothing will harm you and if it does hell will break loose.
-- Leadership Aura= Due to his strong willed personality, and violent demeanor, Zephyros is not a follower and more of a natural leader, he can easily make friends if they rather follow the same personality but anything to stray will make him immedilately put up a guard around those he loves and make him weary.
WEAKNESSES::
-- Blind Rage= Thanks to his blind-rage disorder, his fighting is unlimited, though it makes his vision and morals blank-out and forget about those he loves. Everyone is an enemy and will be treated like so, leaving him mourning afterwards for any additional pain he's caused to those in the wrong place at the wrong time.
-- Joslyn/Ryker/Devi= They are his little mini 'gang', each good friends like family. He'd do anything for Josi, she's his love and he'd kill himself if she wanted. Ryker is like a brother, and Devilyn was his first friend in the group. They are pretty much his only weakness regarding human-beings.
-- Hateful= Yes, Zephyros is a rather hateful person, his emotions settled before even meeting a person, if he hasn't heard good things about you, than damn right he'll have a already imprinted feeling towards you. And thanks to his protective nature he'll not easily open up to others with-out past knowledge of who they are.
-- Anger= Zephyr's anger sparks largely when it does, and it's a flame thats been fed many times. It doesn't take much to make it bare its head but at the same time, tend to it and it'll go down.
Personality:
Unknown:: With others, Zephyros is rather cold at first. His actions as if he doesn't care. He isn't one to run around making friends at first glance, nor one that completely full out hates a person, but, he's defiantly not about to welcome you into his close-knit circle. He won't be the first to address you, so they'd need to come up and say hi, though coming on to sure of yourself will leave him wanting to crush your confidence. Equally stubborn people leave Zephyros grinning and toying with their anger but believe me it's just for his own entertainment. As long as they don't come off strong it'll be cool. Not that he wants dozens of people coming at him at random but its nice to have a few friends, especially if you get along with him. Zeph, doesn't befriend many girls due to the fact that he's scared of hurting them, but toss him a good vicious guy that can hold his liqour and aid him in 'battles' and he'll have your back forever and a day.
With Friends:: Damn, if you've proven yourself worthy of his trust, he'll back you up one hundred and ten percent. He'll fight for you, and god knows Zeph has been known for killing others for his friends benefits so nothing goes over his head. He's playful of course, with his close friends, them being the only ones he'll relax enough around to have a good time. He'll drink, eat his fair share of brownies made by Oliver himself, but nothing to extreme, he won't get himself sent to jail just because someone wants to steal a copcar...which he would do. He loves to get his friends going and testing their personal limits, seeing how far he can push before they snap and even then its because he loves watching peoples reactions. Zephyros is dead territorial over his friends, and more than likely, won't think anyone else is worthy of their time and effort, he holds his friends in the high regards and won't hesitate getting violent if it's needed, and he loves a good wrestle/fight or two a day. Hence why he'll bug Ryker until he snaps.
Base/Anger:: Zephyros is a violent person, he rather fight it out than talk about it, so of course he is one of those "kill everyone first and ask later when no ones left". His anger is based around his intermient explosive disorder along with his blind rage. Encouraging him to let his anger out in more violent outbursts instead of calmly screaming into a pillow. He drinks, not a heavy as hell drinker but enough to give him a light buzz to relax even more so. His violence allows him to with-hold any realisation for pain during his blind-rage, his mind not registering any signs of being hurt until it's died down and whatever he was angry at either flees or is killer in the process, when its after, he can see the extent of his injuries and is usually in bed for a while until it can fully heal.
How is your character related to the story? Zephyros is related to the story because he is a La Push wolve, which leaves him in the wolve pack even though he's a loner.
Sample of your RP-ing skills:
Quote:Loud roars sounded from outside, as if screaming at the world, damning it, showing that everything below was the clouds territory and the simple humans were invading. Lightning crackled from the sky, leading light for that few seconds, enough to leave an imprint on the sky where the strike once was, before hiding against the shadows of the darkened sky. The rain didn't faulter, never hindered to hault, neither did the thunder or lightning, they continued swearing at the earth and lashing out, catching fire to whatever it could, whether it be a tree, house, car, anything that stood out enough to become prey to the over-baring preditor of the sky.
The girl flinched at each boom the sky released, her body tense and would have been shaking in fear, if she weren't so concerned for the male infront of her. He was bleeding, the gashes along his arm bleeding on as if nothing had even happened. Her arms still tightly grasped around him, as she dug her face into his shoulder, unable to look at him, in fear she'd show the wrong emotion, a false feeling, the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was upset with him...which she was in a way, but at the moment he didn't need that, with all the reasoning she could form in her head it was probably best for him to know that she was there for him, and hug him, because if you hugged someone normally, they usually felt protected right? So, when someone was breaking down to the urges, hugging could have the same effect? She just wanted Ryker to know she wasn't leaving, sure disappointment might be a key emotion felt by her, but worry for the brute was over-coming of the second, lesser feeling so she'd get to that later, when he wasn't so shocked.
Moving her head to the side, Devilyn looked down at his arm, her misty irises begging for her not to, but, she didn't want him to pass out from blood loss. ...Ryker... No where above a whisper, her voice was murmured sadly, seeing his arm and the glass weild in his hand, how the tighter he grasped it, the more it cut into his hand until it broke skin. "No no!" Growled out sharply, as if an attempt to break past his shockened aura, though she with-held the need to hide somewhere at speaking again. Carefully removing her arms from his structure, Devilyn took his hand between hers gently, her fingers carefully stroking his back, as if signaling for him to let it go, as if he didn't need it. The teenage femme gulped slightly, squeezing her optics shut tightly as another bang was heard from outside, breath hitching in her throat for a moment in sheer fear, though she eased her body back into stroking his hand, ignoring her own fears to try and make her friend better. If he wouldn't drop it, well, at least the massaging like motions would ease his muscles so it didn't stab as deep into the palm of his hand.
Biting her tongue absentmindlessly, Devi almost felt choked as she tried to speak again, as if her phobia was slowly raising, frowning a bit and glancing back at Ryker she tried to gather some courage to speak again, even if it was only a single word, it was still something to try and break through his barrier. "...Ryker~" His name was cooed out, in a sweet sing-song voice calmly, thought not very loud, it didn't have to be for it was still allowed to linger in the empty bittersweet silence. Though, she had released his name to try and get through to him, make him relax a bit, she...wasn't mad, she couldn't be, something about Ryker made her want to just cry and hug him right now, yet that would only show her own weakness and probably make him feel worse.
Letting out a hollowed breath the paniced look returned as she tried to figure out a way to stop the bleeding, Devilyn looked back to his arm, before looking down at her batman shirt...she loved that shirt it was so superhero-ish, but she'd find other shirts she only had one Ryker, so raising it up a bit, she gripped one end in her mouth and tugged back on it pulling at it until it ripped jaggedly. Glancing around, she saw some more of the broken glass, frowning a bit before taking one hesitant to touch it in fear of cutting herself, but held it tight enough that she could use it as a little knive. Slicing her shirt around to have a long strip, the girl figited uncomfortably, since her once black t-shirt became, a black belly-shirt, something Devi wasn't really okay with since she wasn't one to show off her body, but it was to help Ry, so she'd man-up and go through it.
Ripping the large strand into smaller strands, she carefully took his arm and set it on her lap, as if it were as fragile as china dishes, and began tying the pieces of discarded clothing around it, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to insure it slowed the bleeding or stopped it altogether. After finishing, Devi leaned down and lightly pecked her lips to his wrist, as if it'd make it better all the faster before letting him have his arm back.
Shifting her position and tugging down at her now ruined shirt, a light blush tinged her cheeks. It wasn't like it showed anything more than her stomach and just below her chest but it was still embarrassing. Yet, her mind drifted back to the raven-haired male as he began to sign. Her usual content aura seemed to darken a bit as she watched him brokenly, not sure of how to reply. Instead of talking again, her hands moved in hesitant motions, "Helping? Ryker...it's hurting you...your bleeding," Sure, pointing out the obvious but, sometimes pointing out what others could see clearly worked the best in reply. "Hugs are much better, you could have just came and got a hug if you felt so broken that you had to refer to this. Hugs are a lot better.." Plopping her arms back to her side, Devi tried to lighten the mood, but seemed to fail as she reacted on the heat of the moment and clipped a handcuff to him, and a handcuff to her.
It barely sunk in, what she had done, how Josi hadn't given her the key, but, it was the only way her mind processed things like this, heat of the moment, and honestly, even if she was reminded she didn't have the key, she still would have done the same. This was Ryker's breakdown and she wasn't about to leave him running away or anything, and this seemed like the only sure fire way of insuring that. Watching him shake his head, her frame shrunk back as if gotten scolded, this was a bad idea, now he was angry. Tugging at her arm only to have it confound to his, her fear of enclosed spaces seemed to tug at her mind, not being able to move in her own free will. Yelping a bit, Devilyn trembled a small amount, trying to force her hand out of the handcuff, only to have it dig in and cut into her wrist. Feeling the stinging sensation, Devi looked around frantically, for anything that may be of use.
Noticing some fallen ceiling pieces, Devilyn reached over dragging it over top of her, as if it would protect her of the unknown. The dark, thunder and lightning, enclosed spaces, being close to a male, it was like a nightmare that she couldn't be wakened from. Tugging the ceiling closer to her she didn't care that the dirt had began to fall and stick in her hair, or dirty her clothes, she just wanted to be somewhere safe, and at the moment, being under the debrees seemed pretty damn good. So, squeezing her irises closed, she hid under the piece, her arm slightly twisted in an odd way since Ryker restained her movement.
Looking at the dirt on the ground, she took her free hand and slowly made a pile, spreading the dirt into a thin layer, before writing in it. "I'm sorry Written in the dirt about the handcuffs, before with-holding her territory under the ceiling piece.
Character's Name: Zephyros Castiel Drakkon
Nicknames: Zep, Zeph, Zephy, Zephyr, Phyr, anything really.
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen.
Vampire Age: N/A
Category: Lycanthrope
Character History:
My mother is JASMAINE ELIZABETH DRAKKON, and my father was JOSPETH ALEXANDER DRAKKON. My younger brother is KERBEROS AUSTIN DRAKKON, though we were never close, he was just the second child whom was new and improved, I was old and used. My mom was always...gentle I guess, not that it mattered, I still turned out a disaster. Where as my father thought it was best to raise a violent little boy that could handle himself without coming home bruised up by the jocks at school, well, lets just say I never came home with much cuts and the first thing out of my dads mouth was "Should take a look at the other guy eh?" My family was normal, despite my fathers need for me to be the child whom could look out for himself, he just didn't know how well I could nor my disorders so it was kind of like a push to the wrong direction. So, it was as if his words of 'improvement' were actually egging my disorders on, and well, at a young age I thought it was okay to let out anger in such ways, so, at the moment in the present i'm a fighter. Skipping the boring shit, since my family wasn't anything special, my brother being an animal lover had a dog, named Stone, he also had a few random cats, a horse, and a hedgehog, and I had a hamster thing. No, seriously, it was a hamster THING, it looked like a hamster, it ate like a hamster, it had those little habbits of running around at night until I had to shove it in my parents room to annoy them, but it was evil. It bit my finger once and all I did was try to pet it, beast. I thought they were supposed to just run up your arm, yah know? Like the shitty petstore ones, but no, my hamster wasn't like Hamtaro, and I had to deal with it's pmsing moods all day. I named it Cannibal soon after it bit my finger. Cute right? Whatever, getting to my highschool days all that shit, I believe it or not had good grades, I just did things without thinking and schoolwork was one of them. Kept my mind busy, and finding ideas for doodles and everything came best when trying to do work. I met Brooklyn in the midst of grade seven...she was my highschool sweetheart--probably would have become more if she were here to this day. She was your every-day blonde hair, green eyes, not going to go into to much depth because like mentioned my day is pretty filled. But...me and her, yah we were as close as you could get. We stayed strong for years, until highschool ended, which, was a big thing yah know? You survive highschool, you can survive anything thrown at you. But we had decided to live together soon after, grab a house with a couple of friends, unlimited fun. Skipping the frat boy parties and all of that, but one day Brooklyn and I were home, Dylan and Cody were somewhere probably getting some chickas to bring 'home' but whatever those two dumb-shits couldnt 'bring home anything to great, they weren't the most good-looking guys. Though, they left the door open, fawking idiots, and i'm not about to say we lived in the happiest bunny filled place with candycanes for trees, no, none of that. Not quite the ghetto, but not the cleanest area in town. Which is why the door being left open was such an easy target for burglers and the likes. Brooklyn and I were fighting over something stupid, her wanting to get married, though, I wasn't ready for that sort of commitment, I loved her don't get me wrong, she was my world, i'd go to hell and back if she wanted me too, but, just the topic of marriage threw me off guard and made me nervous, perhaps months from then, maybe a couple days and i'd be ready to gather enough ego to do it, but at that moment in time, it was like a little kid being told Santa was actually some hobo on the side of the street looking for his next hit, it was horror-striking. ...it happened all so fast, the screaming, Brook's desperate cries, gun shots, crashing, my flash of rage of her screaming, blind rage, unlimited time and unlimited power brought on by the quick vicious rage. I snapped so easy, I was powerful I had taken some bullets but...at the moment pain was but a joke, really? Pain? When Brooklyn was somewhere getting probably raped, I didn't think so, I had a knive, and beat down the burglers...until I felt a hand on my shoulder, i-it was so idiotic! Something so careless! She should have known...we all should have known...I was weak, fawking weak, and she was so broken...they touched her, they violated her, I was enraged, s-she didn't know what was going on, just happy to see a face...anyone familiar, I didn't know, I was blind, black over my vision though anything that moved was a threat..s-she was like one of them in my mind, I didn't hear her screams of shock and fear as I ... did with her myself, went through her body as if it were nothing to me, like she wasn't the girl I had plans on marrying, she was just another preditor stepping through my territory..the knive in my hand was never as tainted, and coming to, the last thing I heard was the last scream. I was horrorstuck, I-I didn't mean to, it was a accident, we both should have known, I apologized...i'm so sorry Brook.
Character Appearance:
Zephyros's hair is a dark brown with razor cut edges, it jags out at random, the length questionable since it barely reaches his shoulders yet brushes messily. It shifts from brown to a black hue at some points, and it sweeps out in front of his irises just enough to give him an edge but not enough to blind him of his sight. Along with sight, Zephyros's optics are a pale blue, almost grey with a green hue along the edge. Though, they darken or lighten with his mood, when angered darken to a almost black-ish green, when content to a white-ish blue. His body structure is boyish, rather tall, muscles hidden beneath his carefully tanned skin. His clothing style suits that of the 'emo' standards, not that he goes by it, perhaps a bit of punk. Though, he isn't a brand-name whore, he has a weird obsession with FOX brand items and has a whole collection of FOX hats and belts under his bed, along with the motocross gear, yah for love. Other than that, the Babycakes brand of hoodies even though, look for girls, Zephyr steals them from Devi and wears them most of the time. He has his lip pierced, spiderbites on the left side of his bottom lip. Zephyros has no tattoo's, not that he hates them, just never had the time nor thought much about them enough to actually desire gaining one upon his skin.
His wolfen form, is a rather large and coated in a coat colored like that of night-washed ink. It is rough yet soft to the tough since he has longer hair, so his fur is shaggy, but nice to cuddle. The black fur has patches of black, tan, and white at random through-out it. Like someone had stitched the colors into his pelt. Pretty much everything is black except his colored patches of fur, and his eyes which stay a nice greenish hue to the grey.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
-- Strong-Willed=Zephyros is a completely, stubborn, egotistical person, though relying on his ego to keep him grounded, he comes off as one that could drive the bus to hell and back and wind up befriending the devil himself.
-- Violent=Zephyros is a fighter, he can't feel pain due to the fact that he has blind-rage, making pain absent to the mind until after he's calmed down, and then the pain from his past injuries harms him, but during it, it doesn't effect him making him a fierce opponent.
-- Territorial=If you are one of the ones that Zephyros is protective over, god must have blessed you because when Zeph brings it upon himself to claim you as his, nothing and I mean nothing will harm you and if it does hell will break loose.
-- Leadership Aura= Due to his strong willed personality, and violent demeanor, Zephyros is not a follower and more of a natural leader, he can easily make friends if they rather follow the same personality but anything to stray will make him immedilately put up a guard around those he loves and make him weary.
WEAKNESSES::
-- Blind Rage= Thanks to his blind-rage disorder, his fighting is unlimited, though it makes his vision and morals blank-out and forget about those he loves. Everyone is an enemy and will be treated like so, leaving him mourning afterwards for any additional pain he's caused to those in the wrong place at the wrong time.
-- Joslyn/Ryker/Devi= They are his little mini 'gang', each good friends like family. He'd do anything for Josi, she's his love and he'd kill himself if she wanted. Ryker is like a brother, and Devilyn was his first friend in the group. They are pretty much his only weakness regarding human-beings.
-- Hateful= Yes, Zephyros is a rather hateful person, his emotions settled before even meeting a person, if he hasn't heard good things about you, than damn right he'll have a already imprinted feeling towards you. And thanks to his protective nature he'll not easily open up to others with-out past knowledge of who they are.
-- Anger= Zephyr's anger sparks largely when it does, and it's a flame thats been fed many times. It doesn't take much to make it bare its head but at the same time, tend to it and it'll go down.
Personality:
Unknown:: With others, Zephyros is rather cold at first. His actions as if he doesn't care. He isn't one to run around making friends at first glance, nor one that completely full out hates a person, but, he's defiantly not about to welcome you into his close-knit circle. He won't be the first to address you, so they'd need to come up and say hi, though coming on to sure of yourself will leave him wanting to crush your confidence. Equally stubborn people leave Zephyros grinning and toying with their anger but believe me it's just for his own entertainment. As long as they don't come off strong it'll be cool. Not that he wants dozens of people coming at him at random but its nice to have a few friends, especially if you get along with him. Zeph, doesn't befriend many girls due to the fact that he's scared of hurting them, but toss him a good vicious guy that can hold his liqour and aid him in 'battles' and he'll have your back forever and a day.
With Friends:: Damn, if you've proven yourself worthy of his trust, he'll back you up one hundred and ten percent. He'll fight for you, and god knows Zeph has been known for killing others for his friends benefits so nothing goes over his head. He's playful of course, with his close friends, them being the only ones he'll relax enough around to have a good time. He'll drink, eat his fair share of brownies made by Oliver himself, but nothing to extreme, he won't get himself sent to jail just because someone wants to steal a copcar...which he would do. He loves to get his friends going and testing their personal limits, seeing how far he can push before they snap and even then its because he loves watching peoples reactions. Zephyros is dead territorial over his friends, and more than likely, won't think anyone else is worthy of their time and effort, he holds his friends in the high regards and won't hesitate getting violent if it's needed, and he loves a good wrestle/fight or two a day. Hence why he'll bug Ryker until he snaps.
Base/Anger:: Zephyros is a violent person, he rather fight it out than talk about it, so of course he is one of those "kill everyone first and ask later when no ones left". His anger is based around his intermient explosive disorder along with his blind rage. Encouraging him to let his anger out in more violent outbursts instead of calmly screaming into a pillow. He drinks, not a heavy as hell drinker but enough to give him a light buzz to relax even more so. His violence allows him to with-hold any realisation for pain during his blind-rage, his mind not registering any signs of being hurt until it's died down and whatever he was angry at either flees or is killer in the process, when its after, he can see the extent of his injuries and is usually in bed for a while until it can fully heal.
How is your character related to the story? Zephyros is related to the story because he is a La Push wolve, which leaves him in the wolve pack even though he's a loner.
Sample of your RP-ing skills:
Quote:Loud roars sounded from outside, as if screaming at the world, damning it, showing that everything below was the clouds territory and the simple humans were invading. Lightning crackled from the sky, leading light for that few seconds, enough to leave an imprint on the sky where the strike once was, before hiding against the shadows of the darkened sky. The rain didn't faulter, never hindered to hault, neither did the thunder or lightning, they continued swearing at the earth and lashing out, catching fire to whatever it could, whether it be a tree, house, car, anything that stood out enough to become prey to the over-baring preditor of the sky.
The girl flinched at each boom the sky released, her body tense and would have been shaking in fear, if she weren't so concerned for the male infront of her. He was bleeding, the gashes along his arm bleeding on as if nothing had even happened. Her arms still tightly grasped around him, as she dug her face into his shoulder, unable to look at him, in fear she'd show the wrong emotion, a false feeling, the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was upset with him...which she was in a way, but at the moment he didn't need that, with all the reasoning she could form in her head it was probably best for him to know that she was there for him, and hug him, because if you hugged someone normally, they usually felt protected right? So, when someone was breaking down to the urges, hugging could have the same effect? She just wanted Ryker to know she wasn't leaving, sure disappointment might be a key emotion felt by her, but worry for the brute was over-coming of the second, lesser feeling so she'd get to that later, when he wasn't so shocked.
Moving her head to the side, Devilyn looked down at his arm, her misty irises begging for her not to, but, she didn't want him to pass out from blood loss. ...Ryker... No where above a whisper, her voice was murmured sadly, seeing his arm and the glass weild in his hand, how the tighter he grasped it, the more it cut into his hand until it broke skin. "No no!" Growled out sharply, as if an attempt to break past his shockened aura, though she with-held the need to hide somewhere at speaking again. Carefully removing her arms from his structure, Devilyn took his hand between hers gently, her fingers carefully stroking his back, as if signaling for him to let it go, as if he didn't need it. The teenage femme gulped slightly, squeezing her optics shut tightly as another bang was heard from outside, breath hitching in her throat for a moment in sheer fear, though she eased her body back into stroking his hand, ignoring her own fears to try and make her friend better. If he wouldn't drop it, well, at least the massaging like motions would ease his muscles so it didn't stab as deep into the palm of his hand.
Biting her tongue absentmindlessly, Devi almost felt choked as she tried to speak again, as if her phobia was slowly raising, frowning a bit and glancing back at Ryker she tried to gather some courage to speak again, even if it was only a single word, it was still something to try and break through his barrier. "...Ryker~" His name was cooed out, in a sweet sing-song voice calmly, thought not very loud, it didn't have to be for it was still allowed to linger in the empty bittersweet silence. Though, she had released his name to try and get through to him, make him relax a bit, she...wasn't mad, she couldn't be, something about Ryker made her want to just cry and hug him right now, yet that would only show her own weakness and probably make him feel worse.
Letting out a hollowed breath the paniced look returned as she tried to figure out a way to stop the bleeding, Devilyn looked back to his arm, before looking down at her batman shirt...she loved that shirt it was so superhero-ish, but she'd find other shirts she only had one Ryker, so raising it up a bit, she gripped one end in her mouth and tugged back on it pulling at it until it ripped jaggedly. Glancing around, she saw some more of the broken glass, frowning a bit before taking one hesitant to touch it in fear of cutting herself, but held it tight enough that she could use it as a little knive. Slicing her shirt around to have a long strip, the girl figited uncomfortably, since her once black t-shirt became, a black belly-shirt, something Devi wasn't really okay with since she wasn't one to show off her body, but it was to help Ry, so she'd man-up and go through it.
Ripping the large strand into smaller strands, she carefully took his arm and set it on her lap, as if it were as fragile as china dishes, and began tying the pieces of discarded clothing around it, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to insure it slowed the bleeding or stopped it altogether. After finishing, Devi leaned down and lightly pecked her lips to his wrist, as if it'd make it better all the faster before letting him have his arm back.
Shifting her position and tugging down at her now ruined shirt, a light blush tinged her cheeks. It wasn't like it showed anything more than her stomach and just below her chest but it was still embarrassing. Yet, her mind drifted back to the raven-haired male as he began to sign. Her usual content aura seemed to darken a bit as she watched him brokenly, not sure of how to reply. Instead of talking again, her hands moved in hesitant motions, "Helping? Ryker...it's hurting you...your bleeding," Sure, pointing out the obvious but, sometimes pointing out what others could see clearly worked the best in reply. "Hugs are much better, you could have just came and got a hug if you felt so broken that you had to refer to this. Hugs are a lot better.." Plopping her arms back to her side, Devi tried to lighten the mood, but seemed to fail as she reacted on the heat of the moment and clipped a handcuff to him, and a handcuff to her.
It barely sunk in, what she had done, how Josi hadn't given her the key, but, it was the only way her mind processed things like this, heat of the moment, and honestly, even if she was reminded she didn't have the key, she still would have done the same. This was Ryker's breakdown and she wasn't about to leave him running away or anything, and this seemed like the only sure fire way of insuring that. Watching him shake his head, her frame shrunk back as if gotten scolded, this was a bad idea, now he was angry. Tugging at her arm only to have it confound to his, her fear of enclosed spaces seemed to tug at her mind, not being able to move in her own free will. Yelping a bit, Devilyn trembled a small amount, trying to force her hand out of the handcuff, only to have it dig in and cut into her wrist. Feeling the stinging sensation, Devi looked around frantically, for anything that may be of use.
Noticing some fallen ceiling pieces, Devilyn reached over dragging it over top of her, as if it would protect her of the unknown. The dark, thunder and lightning, enclosed spaces, being close to a male, it was like a nightmare that she couldn't be wakened from. Tugging the ceiling closer to her she didn't care that the dirt had began to fall and stick in her hair, or dirty her clothes, she just wanted to be somewhere safe, and at the moment, being under the debrees seemed pretty damn good. So, squeezing her irises closed, she hid under the piece, her arm slightly twisted in an odd way since Ryker restained her movement.
Looking at the dirt on the ground, she took her free hand and slowly made a pile, spreading the dirt into a thin layer, before writing in it. "I'm sorry Written in the dirt about the handcuffs, before with-holding her territory under the ceiling piece.
