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Name: Jess
Age: 17
Contact Info: jessie_corbin@hotmail.co.uk
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Kyrian Stephens
Nicknames: Kyr
Character age: 25
Birthdate: Jan 5 1982
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Leopard
Level: Dom
Strengths:
His brother
He can say no
Urban fighting
Weaknesses
His brother
His car
Weapons carried on person: Nothing that can get him arrested.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Short, brown.
Eye colour: brown
Portrayal: Stuart Townsend
Picture:

Physical description:

If you where to look for Kyrian in a crowd it would be hard and you¡¦d be lucky if it happens. He goes to great lengths to act and look like a human being. The only jewelry he wears is a leather bracelet a small platinum necklace that matches his brothers. He's down to earth so you can always find him in a shirt and a pair of jeans. He does have a darker side and its easy to tell when he's in a mood or wants to be left alone, that's when he wears the leather and black. It's his private joke that only Julian knows more about. He does have his fare share of scars, the attack that made him a shape changer has left him with four long furrows down his left leg and very faint teeth marks on either side of his throat.

Likes:
Sleeping in late
Cooking
Music
His brother
Reading
Getting things done when there needed
Meeting new people
Dislikes:
Sitting still
People that point out the obvious
Bullies
Vampires
Attention
Getting up early
Being alone
Fears:
For his brother
Nightmares
Flying
His brothers driving
Losing something or someone close to him
Nervous habits:

Fussing with the leather bracelet he always wears
Checking his watch.

Personality description:

Quiet and calculating when he's onto something important. He can be fun if he needs to be but tends to sit and watch those around for possible threats to his brother or himself. He thinks he's a badass and can pull it off nicely but he likes to mess around more than be serious with everything. He has an annoying side and an angry side that people have learned to avoid and leave him alone when he's pissed off. Overall though, Kyrian is a nice guy that's there for people at the end of the day. He¡¦s a good listener and can offer good advise when and where it's needed. Though he's farley quiet he does enjoy talking to people. His view on life will never change, its simple 'Life is to good to waste away in the past'


Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:
Caroline Stephens
James Stephens
Siblings:
Julian Stephens
Children: None that he knows of

History:

There is nothing special about Kyrian; his life wasn¡¦t always bright and sunny. Living in Belfast all his life it was an interesting experience. He was born into a Catholic family and when the fighting started between the Prodestants and the Catholic communities things where hard. So he learned to do without things when times where hard, when someone had a new bike or toy he was happy with whatever toys he had. When some families had a working television and theirs didn't both he and Julian told stories to keep up their parent's spirits. It was just the way of their twisted little family.

When Kyrian and Julian where fifteen they hit that typical rebellious stage and like all their friends stayed out late, drank and plotted ways to get back at the Protestants when they hurt someone they knew. It was the way of the streets, walking children to school became a quantlet for parents, homes where burnt down because people where accused of helping a Catholic. It just happened and neither of the Brothers would have had it anyway. So they carried on playing the avengers until they where eighteen and then Kyrian was attacked walking a younger cousin to work. Of course it was planned they found out later. He suffered from broken ribs and a fractured skull but when he was able he was back on the streets taking his anger out on anyone that remotely held contempt for his family. No matter what Julian tried to do, Kyrian was swayed.

Until he walked into the lions den, or more in his case leopards.

He had wandered onto a Protestant housing estate against Julian¡¦s warnings but the anger that occupied him night and day killed off any form of self preservation instinct he had. Being ignorant of the Supernatural he didn't give a damn that it was Full moon, the silver crucifix he'd worn had given him some sort of delusion that he'd be safe. He hadn't realized he'd been hunted until it was too late, the lone leopard had attacked on instinct, and he was an intruder after all in their territory after all. Well after everything that had happened recently he wondered if he'd pull through this while he laid dying on the path trying to breath through the hole in his throat.

That's when his brother pulled through for him again.

Sometime when they hadn't been together he'd obviously picked up a gun. It was the one thing they¡¦d agreed on, no guns. The pain of dying didn't have anything on the betrayal that he felt. That's when he closed his eyes and wondered what was happening to his brother.

He woke up as a Shapechanger when he should have been dead. Now being Catholic his parents didn't say it to his face but he knew they thought that he had lost his soul and was never going to heaven. Julian stayed with him though, they'd been best friends since they where children and he saw through the religious BS that had been drilled into their heads. After a while it settled in that he had changed and he liked it until the leopards came after him.

They explained things and he willingly sat and listened with Julian¡¦s silent support. They answered his questions and when they said that they'd need to go away on the full moon. That he'd turn into a beast was something that made him falter. Doubts and fears surfaced even though he agreed to it. When his change came about it was relatively ok, he'd expected the memory loss and the hunger but it disturbed him. For a year afterward he was a wreck but after a time he began to trust his inner leopard and the changes came easier. He didn't run with the Sliver Claws but ran on the outskirts. He grew on them of course and they grew on him but he was never part of their group.

He never knew what was really happening with Julian and when he found a job in London of all places he lost contact for awhile. His job at a major recording studio took his life away from him until he got a call that would put his life on hold.

Julian had been hurt by a Werewolf while camping with some friends.

Kyrian found himself on a plane back to Belfast before he honestly knew what he was doing. He met his father off the plane and found himself at the same hospital he'd stayed at. Ironic really but everything else was pushed from his mind. The only thing that was on his mind was helping his brother through his ordeal. The next few months was hard, though they adjusted. They where both accepted in the Silver Claws though they ran alone. He watched over his brother when he changed keeping the other cats away and after about two years they where running alone. With his job in London he'd saved up enough money for a trip abroad and as their parents seemed to not know what to do they left their sons do as they please.

So this is where the brothers lives have led them, sitting on a plane destined for Miami.

Writing Sample:

"Don't worry brother. It¡¦ll be over soon and we can find a place to stay the night"

The calm soothing and slightly smug, voice of his brother snapped him out of his fear and he snorted "Remind me when we land why I agreed to this?" He shuddered as the plane bounced and cringed further down in his seat. He hated flying almost as much as their mother had and he had good reasons to spanning back years. Closing his eyes he growled lowly, there was something about Julian that just seemed to get on his nerves when they where confined in a tin can forty odd thousand feet above the ground.

Biting his lip he cracked his eyes open as Julian snickered to himself eyeing him all the time. Well he was going to see how fun it was when they where wandering around Miami looking like tramps. Uh, all he wanted to do was stretch out somewhere and not have visions of killing the brat kicking his seat from behind. Another hour of it and he really was going to enjoy talking to the kids mother and if that didn't work he'd steal Julian's PSP or something.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

That was it! Moving faster then he should have he growled eyeing the kid "Fucking pack it in now!" Unbeknown to him his eyes had flooded yellow. The fact that he had voluntarily come onto a plane wasn't enough, having Julian mouth off about how safe it was wasn't enough, he had willing sat with some snot nose little runt kicking his seat for the last six hours, he just wanted his paws on land again. Cats where not meant to fly! That was something left for the birds.

Ah Jesus Christ Kyr

Sitting back in his chair he left the kid cowering behind him and just shut his eyes. There was no way in hell he was going to listen to Julian moan at him.

And the rest:
Anything else? not that I can think of

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