Title: Atrayal Blayther
Description: the wolfish hooligan
Description: the wolfish hooligan
Atrayer blayther - January 26, 2008 07:08 PM (GMT)
Name: Tristan
Age: 19
Contact Info: just pm me and I'll get back to you
How you found us: it was fate...nah I was just randomly surfing the web and happened upon your lil' site :D
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Atrayer Tye Blayther
Nicknames: Tray, Tye
Character age: just turned 18
Birthdate: 09 January 1990
Gender: male
Lycan Species: wolf
Level: He leans more to dominance than to submission
Strengths:
*He can talk himself out of almost any situation
*He will stand up for what he believes in
*he knows how to manipulate and flatter people to get what he wants
*he has hand to hand fighting skills and can handle a blade and throw one with almost impeccable aim.
Weaknesses
*alphas often find him to cocky and opinionated
*his reckless and often rebellious streak gets him into a lot of trouble with higher ranking wolves, humans and vampires
*He is a bit of a pacifist (well as much of a pacifist as someone who changes into a large shaggy carnivore can be.) but once he has been pushed to far he has taken on wolves much larger and stronger than himself
*His distaste for having power over others has stopped him from ever being an alpha or much of a dominant wolf
Weapons carried on person: He only ever carries two blades: an eight" silver one with an ornate hilt of ebony and a 5" Ivory one which has a hilt carved to look like a snarling wolf head which he doesn't use as a weapon. Both blades he inherited from his mother.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Atrayer has sandy blond hair that falls in bangs to his collar and in his eyes; he's been growing it after his Mohawk phase started to bore him.
Eye colour: His eyes are a brilliant, intelligent, laughing cobalt blue that never quite loose their humour and are framed by thick black lashes that almost look as if he's wearing heavy mascara.
Portrayal: Charlie Hunnam
Picture:
as a wolf:
in human form:
His tattoo:
Physical description:
Atrayer has a rich husky voice heavily drenched in a East London accent that is as much at odds with his classic Californian features as his punk to the bones attitude is.
He was born with golden skin (unusual for British blood), He has two eyebrow piercings (on the same eyebrow by the way), a lip ring in the left corner of his sensual mouth, these piercing are all silver and hurt like hell this is topped off with a tattoo of a howling wolf's silhouette between his shoulder blades.
His style of clothing cannot be defined, he is like a chameleon he adapts to the people he's surrounded with as in if he goes to a club with a punk or Goth vibe he shreds his casual surfer look to fit in with the practiced style. His usual daytime clothes are made up of baggy (often stylishly torn) jeans or cargo pants with rather tight shirts and converse, but it really depends on the mood he's in.
He’s hardly ever without either a cocky wolfish grin or a cynical lopsided smile that can be all too knowing and self-assured. He has the body of a footballer (as in soccer), not overly huge but sleek and well muscled, with neat broad shoulders and a muscled chest that tapers to a slim waist, built more for speed and endurance than for throwing himself into hard obstinate walls that for some reason enjoy the pleasure of having Atrayer thrown into them a bit too often. He roughly stands at about 6”2 As a wolf he’s about the size of a small pony with a large chest and long muscled legs topped with a white blemished silvery grey coat and bright bottle green eyes that never quite lose their amusement and a stance that promises alpha potential
Likes:
* individuality and independence
*snowboarding and football (once again I mean soccer)
*being able to speak his mind
*proving people that have underestimated him wrong
*open mindedness
*punk music
* intelligent women ;)
*talented graffiti (its an art that very few people can do, so come on give it the respect that it deserves!)
Dislikes:
*narrow-mindedness
*proving people that have underestimated him right
*prejudice or any kind, religion, punks who just tag stuff and call themselves Graff artists (tagging is not Art!)
*hunting for sport
*rabbits.
*religion
*dogmatic people
*guns
*caged animals
Fears: Not meeting his full potential, failing to protect the ones he loves, not having the balls to stand up for what he believes in, very powerful vampires (though that’s more of a respect thing) and rabbits :blink:
Nervous habits: Atrayer often sub consciously bites his lower lip, especially if he's fighting against his beast, and often hard enough to make it bleed which obviously if he's facing off against another wolf or confronting a tetchy vamp doesn't help the situation.
Personality description:
Atrayer gives off an air of confidence but not necessarily arrogance. He is very opinionated and hates prejudice of any kind, he isn't a big fan on religion and believes that it is a creation of the human imagination because they need someone to turn to, to blame when things get tough and ultimately to ask things of, so they created a god...or rather many gods.
Atrayer can be simply described as a trouble maker. His recklessly sharp tongue and quick provocative wit combined with his naturally rebellious nature are not very good traits for a young werewolf. Luckily that quick wit and flawless charm of his is as much a weapon as a curse and he can just as easily talk his way out of a nasty situation as he can into one. Having said this however once a wolf has earned Atrayers respect he can be incredibly loyal and surprisingly respectful though still rather too cocky and opinionated for many an alphas liking.
Naturally a wolf that gets himself into a lot of rather tense encounters has to have a certain thrill for fighting and a daring or reckless nature. he exudes a certain air of confidence and amused intelligence that bypasses his young years. he has an easy laugh and appreciates a good sense of humour finding something amusing in all situations. he usually isn't the first one to start a fight and has good control of his temper but he can’t stand stereotypes or prejudices and narrow mindedness and if anything will coax him into making the first move its that. he isn't all talk though and will never turn down a challenge even if he knows there is no chance he can beat it.
His ultimate philosophy in life is that you shouldn't truly hate a thing until you completely understand it.
orientation: straight but has no problem with homosexuals only the people that judge them
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Sarah and Jonathon Blayther ~ deceased
Children: none as far as he knows
History:
History : Atrayer has lived with the terminally furry disorder his whole life. The problem really started when his parents went on holiday to the french alps while his mother was just over eight months pregnant, probably not the most common choice of destinations for a heavily pregnant women. They were attacked by a rogue newly turned werewolf. His father died trying to save his family and his mother only bearly syrvived her own wounds. It goes with out saying that after her thorough mauling Atrayers mother was infected with lycanthropy.
Atrayer was born prematurely and alive against all odds. His mother was still trying to come to terms with her husbands death and her own infliction and found herself having to care for her son born with the blood of a lycanthrope pumping through his veins.
Despite this she took it in her stride, bless her', and through herself bodily into the task instead of qwallowing in her grief, as so many parents of lycans don't. I suppose it was this noble gesture that helped Atrayer accept his beast and therefore have more control over it today.
His mother was an award winning journalist for her controversial pieces on politics and so she turned that special talent of hers to help campaign for the equality of rights for lycans and vampires in the U.k which only happened years after they were made official civilians in the USA.
he first turned fully when he was fourteen, and with many Lycans changing for the first time he was out of control and experienced memory loss of the events which included him getting out of the house and literally eating a horse, luckily no humans were hurt but he still felt bad for the kid whose pony he'd munched on...and for the pony of course...his mother found him in a forest near country home unconscious and very well fed.
every time he turned he gained experience, I suppose it helped having his lycan mother by his side, until now he is able to almost completely control his beast which is quite a feat for a young werewolf.
his mothers campaigning had made them many enemies among the Lycan hating communities in Britain. So I guess that of all the emotions running full tither through Atrayers head when he came home from school at the tender age of 16 to find his mother murdered...surprise was not one of them.
Atrayer left school and the memories behind and ran away too London where ha was taken in by a young lycan gang/pack of football hooligans. the next two years were a whirlwind of teenage excitement and testosterone. they fought rival gangs, played football, watched football (remember this is England so I mean soccer), fought a bit more, got drunk, vandalized stuff, fought in illegal lycan fight clubs, played more football, got even more drunk and then fought each other.
he decided to leave the tender loving womb of teenage hormones to travel the world with the money from his trust fund that he got when he was eighteen, after spending a lot of time in Europe, Africa, south Africa, south America, Australia and Asia, he finally settled in France for a few months with a pack under the rule of a female Ulfric, she was amazing and his first experience with a proper pack was a good one. But as he had learned good things rarely last for very long, especially good Alpha's and she was soon over thrown by another female who turned out to be quite the sadist. So he left France behind and the new psycho Alpha who wanted him dead after he'd refused to be her Lupa. So now here he is in St Louis having fled Europe with his tail between his legs.
Writing Sample:
there was something so starkly unfriendly about airports, they seemed so impersonal and uninviting. Atrayers flight was delayed, but that didn't surprise him, what really got a deep primitive growl clawing at his throat was the three hours of going through security with a screaming toddler standing in front of him in the endless lines. Knowing his recent luck the kid would either be next to him on the plane or right behind him kicking his seat constantly. And after all that waiting, having to explain to one of the oh so cheerful men with a sniffer dog and big ol' gun that the reason his cowardly Alsatian was going mental was not because he was a drug mule but actually a werewolf which in itself was turned out to be an even worse offence
practically grounds for a cavity search (luckily the commanding officer was a woman and he was able to convince her...with the help of some kind of x-ray thing that he didn't have any drugs and that he wasn't going to rip the plane to shreds. They'd even tried to get him to wear a muzzle! So after all that what happens? he finds that he has to wait another four hours because the plane was delayed!
So Atrayer sat down on an unnecessarily uncomfortable seat and waited. It was round about now that he started to reminisce about England the country he was about to leave behind. Most of the memories were good and managed to get a reluctant smile pulling at his determinedly pissed off lips. At first he thought of his mates, the lycan lads that had roughly made up his first pack and pretty much saved him from depression after his mother died. They'd taught him a lot, how to fight, how to survive and basically how to live...really live. The next pack had been short but he'd learnt a lot as well, he'd learned the basic rules of pack life and hierarchy, well that was until the she-bitch from hell took over. It didn't take long for his treacherous mind to drift to his parents, it wasn't as painful to think about them as it had been but he still tried to avoid the memories.
And then unbidden Atrayer remembered a time many years back when he had come face to face with his first real wolves. he'd been I think maybe thirteen when he went to the zoo with his school. he'd never liked zoo's being half beast he was able to sympathise with the caged animals better than most, and found the trip disturbing. they had a small pack of wolves at the zoo, only five with a grizzled alpha male a she wolf and three young juveniles. hr managed to slip away from the class and went back to the wolves later on and simply sat down watching them with silent tears blurring his eyes. The wolves sat opposite him on the other side of the enclosure and simply stared back at Atrayer mournfully.
Atrayer was rudely interrupted from his reminiscing by an announcement about his plane boarding. Naturally not only was the screaming toddler behind him but the surrounding seats looked like a bloody nursery. he was going to have a choir of screaming children all the way to America. And that ladies and gentlemen is why I don’t believe in god.
Did you read the rules? Oui, ma petite.'
Age: 19
Contact Info: just pm me and I'll get back to you
How you found us: it was fate...nah I was just randomly surfing the web and happened upon your lil' site :D
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Atrayer Tye Blayther
Nicknames: Tray, Tye
Character age: just turned 18
Birthdate: 09 January 1990
Gender: male
Lycan Species: wolf
Level: He leans more to dominance than to submission
Strengths:
*He can talk himself out of almost any situation
*He will stand up for what he believes in
*he knows how to manipulate and flatter people to get what he wants
*he has hand to hand fighting skills and can handle a blade and throw one with almost impeccable aim.
Weaknesses
*alphas often find him to cocky and opinionated
*his reckless and often rebellious streak gets him into a lot of trouble with higher ranking wolves, humans and vampires
*He is a bit of a pacifist (well as much of a pacifist as someone who changes into a large shaggy carnivore can be.) but once he has been pushed to far he has taken on wolves much larger and stronger than himself
*His distaste for having power over others has stopped him from ever being an alpha or much of a dominant wolf
Weapons carried on person: He only ever carries two blades: an eight" silver one with an ornate hilt of ebony and a 5" Ivory one which has a hilt carved to look like a snarling wolf head which he doesn't use as a weapon. Both blades he inherited from his mother.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Atrayer has sandy blond hair that falls in bangs to his collar and in his eyes; he's been growing it after his Mohawk phase started to bore him.
Eye colour: His eyes are a brilliant, intelligent, laughing cobalt blue that never quite loose their humour and are framed by thick black lashes that almost look as if he's wearing heavy mascara.
Portrayal: Charlie Hunnam
Picture:
as a wolf:
in human form:
His tattoo:
Physical description:
Atrayer has a rich husky voice heavily drenched in a East London accent that is as much at odds with his classic Californian features as his punk to the bones attitude is.
He was born with golden skin (unusual for British blood), He has two eyebrow piercings (on the same eyebrow by the way), a lip ring in the left corner of his sensual mouth, these piercing are all silver and hurt like hell this is topped off with a tattoo of a howling wolf's silhouette between his shoulder blades.
His style of clothing cannot be defined, he is like a chameleon he adapts to the people he's surrounded with as in if he goes to a club with a punk or Goth vibe he shreds his casual surfer look to fit in with the practiced style. His usual daytime clothes are made up of baggy (often stylishly torn) jeans or cargo pants with rather tight shirts and converse, but it really depends on the mood he's in.
He’s hardly ever without either a cocky wolfish grin or a cynical lopsided smile that can be all too knowing and self-assured. He has the body of a footballer (as in soccer), not overly huge but sleek and well muscled, with neat broad shoulders and a muscled chest that tapers to a slim waist, built more for speed and endurance than for throwing himself into hard obstinate walls that for some reason enjoy the pleasure of having Atrayer thrown into them a bit too often. He roughly stands at about 6”2 As a wolf he’s about the size of a small pony with a large chest and long muscled legs topped with a white blemished silvery grey coat and bright bottle green eyes that never quite lose their amusement and a stance that promises alpha potential
Likes:
* individuality and independence
*snowboarding and football (once again I mean soccer)
*being able to speak his mind
*proving people that have underestimated him wrong
*open mindedness
*punk music
* intelligent women ;)
*talented graffiti (its an art that very few people can do, so come on give it the respect that it deserves!)
Dislikes:
*narrow-mindedness
*proving people that have underestimated him right
*prejudice or any kind, religion, punks who just tag stuff and call themselves Graff artists (tagging is not Art!)
*hunting for sport
*rabbits.
*religion
*dogmatic people
*guns
*caged animals
Fears: Not meeting his full potential, failing to protect the ones he loves, not having the balls to stand up for what he believes in, very powerful vampires (though that’s more of a respect thing) and rabbits :blink:
Nervous habits: Atrayer often sub consciously bites his lower lip, especially if he's fighting against his beast, and often hard enough to make it bleed which obviously if he's facing off against another wolf or confronting a tetchy vamp doesn't help the situation.
Personality description:
Atrayer gives off an air of confidence but not necessarily arrogance. He is very opinionated and hates prejudice of any kind, he isn't a big fan on religion and believes that it is a creation of the human imagination because they need someone to turn to, to blame when things get tough and ultimately to ask things of, so they created a god...or rather many gods.
Atrayer can be simply described as a trouble maker. His recklessly sharp tongue and quick provocative wit combined with his naturally rebellious nature are not very good traits for a young werewolf. Luckily that quick wit and flawless charm of his is as much a weapon as a curse and he can just as easily talk his way out of a nasty situation as he can into one. Having said this however once a wolf has earned Atrayers respect he can be incredibly loyal and surprisingly respectful though still rather too cocky and opinionated for many an alphas liking.
Naturally a wolf that gets himself into a lot of rather tense encounters has to have a certain thrill for fighting and a daring or reckless nature. he exudes a certain air of confidence and amused intelligence that bypasses his young years. he has an easy laugh and appreciates a good sense of humour finding something amusing in all situations. he usually isn't the first one to start a fight and has good control of his temper but he can’t stand stereotypes or prejudices and narrow mindedness and if anything will coax him into making the first move its that. he isn't all talk though and will never turn down a challenge even if he knows there is no chance he can beat it.
His ultimate philosophy in life is that you shouldn't truly hate a thing until you completely understand it.
orientation: straight but has no problem with homosexuals only the people that judge them
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Sarah and Jonathon Blayther ~ deceased
Children: none as far as he knows
History:
History : Atrayer has lived with the terminally furry disorder his whole life. The problem really started when his parents went on holiday to the french alps while his mother was just over eight months pregnant, probably not the most common choice of destinations for a heavily pregnant women. They were attacked by a rogue newly turned werewolf. His father died trying to save his family and his mother only bearly syrvived her own wounds. It goes with out saying that after her thorough mauling Atrayers mother was infected with lycanthropy.
Atrayer was born prematurely and alive against all odds. His mother was still trying to come to terms with her husbands death and her own infliction and found herself having to care for her son born with the blood of a lycanthrope pumping through his veins.
Despite this she took it in her stride, bless her', and through herself bodily into the task instead of qwallowing in her grief, as so many parents of lycans don't. I suppose it was this noble gesture that helped Atrayer accept his beast and therefore have more control over it today.
His mother was an award winning journalist for her controversial pieces on politics and so she turned that special talent of hers to help campaign for the equality of rights for lycans and vampires in the U.k which only happened years after they were made official civilians in the USA.
he first turned fully when he was fourteen, and with many Lycans changing for the first time he was out of control and experienced memory loss of the events which included him getting out of the house and literally eating a horse, luckily no humans were hurt but he still felt bad for the kid whose pony he'd munched on...and for the pony of course...his mother found him in a forest near country home unconscious and very well fed.
every time he turned he gained experience, I suppose it helped having his lycan mother by his side, until now he is able to almost completely control his beast which is quite a feat for a young werewolf.
his mothers campaigning had made them many enemies among the Lycan hating communities in Britain. So I guess that of all the emotions running full tither through Atrayers head when he came home from school at the tender age of 16 to find his mother murdered...surprise was not one of them.
Atrayer left school and the memories behind and ran away too London where ha was taken in by a young lycan gang/pack of football hooligans. the next two years were a whirlwind of teenage excitement and testosterone. they fought rival gangs, played football, watched football (remember this is England so I mean soccer), fought a bit more, got drunk, vandalized stuff, fought in illegal lycan fight clubs, played more football, got even more drunk and then fought each other.
he decided to leave the tender loving womb of teenage hormones to travel the world with the money from his trust fund that he got when he was eighteen, after spending a lot of time in Europe, Africa, south Africa, south America, Australia and Asia, he finally settled in France for a few months with a pack under the rule of a female Ulfric, she was amazing and his first experience with a proper pack was a good one. But as he had learned good things rarely last for very long, especially good Alpha's and she was soon over thrown by another female who turned out to be quite the sadist. So he left France behind and the new psycho Alpha who wanted him dead after he'd refused to be her Lupa. So now here he is in St Louis having fled Europe with his tail between his legs.
Writing Sample:
there was something so starkly unfriendly about airports, they seemed so impersonal and uninviting. Atrayers flight was delayed, but that didn't surprise him, what really got a deep primitive growl clawing at his throat was the three hours of going through security with a screaming toddler standing in front of him in the endless lines. Knowing his recent luck the kid would either be next to him on the plane or right behind him kicking his seat constantly. And after all that waiting, having to explain to one of the oh so cheerful men with a sniffer dog and big ol' gun that the reason his cowardly Alsatian was going mental was not because he was a drug mule but actually a werewolf which in itself was turned out to be an even worse offence
practically grounds for a cavity search (luckily the commanding officer was a woman and he was able to convince her...with the help of some kind of x-ray thing that he didn't have any drugs and that he wasn't going to rip the plane to shreds. They'd even tried to get him to wear a muzzle! So after all that what happens? he finds that he has to wait another four hours because the plane was delayed!
So Atrayer sat down on an unnecessarily uncomfortable seat and waited. It was round about now that he started to reminisce about England the country he was about to leave behind. Most of the memories were good and managed to get a reluctant smile pulling at his determinedly pissed off lips. At first he thought of his mates, the lycan lads that had roughly made up his first pack and pretty much saved him from depression after his mother died. They'd taught him a lot, how to fight, how to survive and basically how to live...really live. The next pack had been short but he'd learnt a lot as well, he'd learned the basic rules of pack life and hierarchy, well that was until the she-bitch from hell took over. It didn't take long for his treacherous mind to drift to his parents, it wasn't as painful to think about them as it had been but he still tried to avoid the memories.
And then unbidden Atrayer remembered a time many years back when he had come face to face with his first real wolves. he'd been I think maybe thirteen when he went to the zoo with his school. he'd never liked zoo's being half beast he was able to sympathise with the caged animals better than most, and found the trip disturbing. they had a small pack of wolves at the zoo, only five with a grizzled alpha male a she wolf and three young juveniles. hr managed to slip away from the class and went back to the wolves later on and simply sat down watching them with silent tears blurring his eyes. The wolves sat opposite him on the other side of the enclosure and simply stared back at Atrayer mournfully.
Atrayer was rudely interrupted from his reminiscing by an announcement about his plane boarding. Naturally not only was the screaming toddler behind him but the surrounding seats looked like a bloody nursery. he was going to have a choir of screaming children all the way to America. And that ladies and gentlemen is why I don’t believe in god.
Did you read the rules? Oui, ma petite.'
Nivain Demore Anlui - January 26, 2008 07:53 PM (GMT)
Hey, welcome to the Circus. The entire board posts in third person, and we deem lycanthropy as being non-hereditary so you'll need to change that and let us know so that we can take another look at the app when you are done.
Atrayer blayther - February 3, 2008 10:49 AM (GMT)
Okay well I've rewritten it in third person and taken out the hereditry bit, is it up to scratch?
Nivain Demore Anlui - February 3, 2008 05:23 PM (GMT)
Hi, there are still bits and pieces that are not in third person (e.g. the last line of your sample post) and the way in which he contracted lycanthropy is essentially the same as it was before. His mother may of been infected whilst pregnant but at 8 months the baby would of had his own blood prior to the attack meaning that the lycanthropy would not affect him. The way we have lycan infections on the board is via the customary attack or innoculation gone wrong method.