ABOUT YOU
Name:Asheron Wolfe
Age: 20
Contact Info:email: Asheronbutch@gmail.com
How you found us:Searching Web Rings

CHARACTER INFO
Character name:Asheron Steele
Nicknames: Steele, Ashe, Ron.
Character age: 27
Birthdate: 4/27/1981
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Lycan Species: Wolf
Level: Dominant, but not alpha
Strengths:Controlled shifting, eye sight and hearing.
Weaknesses Bright lights and high pitched noises, silver
Weapons carried on person:Outer thigh sheath with a small set of throwing knives.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: And unusual metallic silver hue, almost white.
Eye colour: Wolf gold (result of too much beastie time)
Portrayal: None really.
Picture: Please insert a picture here

Physical description: Strongly built male of about 5'10", body littered with scars from several fights with were-beasts and knives. His skin is a healthy golden hue. Usually wearing leather pants tucked into combat boots and a silver studded belt. A particularly long scar trailing over the right side of his face, across his eye brow and eye (though he wears an eye patch) and nose bridge to stop just short of his lips on the left side of his face. Sharp golden eye sensitive from staying in his wolf for for too long. Teeth a little too sharp to be human and his hair is an unusual color of silver.

In wolf form his fur is normally white with a silver sheen on the guard hairs, golden eyes with a black nose and gums. He is about 52 inches at the shoulder and resembles a white timber wolf, weighing around 176 pounds with a thick, plush coat. Paw size is very close in diameter to a dinner plate with a very calm, aloof demeanor.

Likes:The smell of freshly cut grass, cinnamon rolls, cold beer, his motorcycle, other wolves.
Dislikes:Overly loud music/noises, bright lights, hospitals, the police.
Fears:Being hit by a car.
Nervous habits:Tapping his fingers along his knife sheath.

Personality description: Ash tends to be aloof and over all very quiet and observant when first met. Often seen with his arms crossed over his chest in the back corner of the room he is not unapprochable, but not overly friendly either. He is a dominant person and dislikes being questions unnessarily, naturally very loyal he finds it offensive at times.

Wolf Form: Assertive dominant but never quarrel some or needlessly bossy.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:None
Siblings:None
Children:None

History: Born as a normal boy it was not uncommon that little Ash would run about his parents' home. Living in a tiny biker town of West Virginia it was rare he encountered anything truly dangerous. However, one day he trekked a little too far down the creek, and a little too close to the darker parts of the forest. None of the towns people knew of the little cottage that set at the foot of the forest hills. After all none dared to travel this far. As the sun fell and the full moon rose, the boy of 10 began to grow increasingly nervous. It was when a bell toned howl rang out goose flesh and hair rose along the back of his neck. It was then he ran, the stench of fear beckoning the wolves within the forest to chase their prey.

Soon enough the boy felt the sharp twang of teeth in his soft flesh, that scar that would forever be with him upon his calf as an insubordinate wolf clamped powerful teeth down on the back of his leg and shoe. Its alpha was soon to arrive as his vision blackened out, only the sound of snarling could be heard as that wolf was punished by its leader. Upon awaking he found himself in his bed at home, however, something was off. The new smells and that suddenly deep pain in his leg. Pulling back the covers he saw the bound limb and let out of a soft cry. This alerted the three men that came along with his beloved mother. Seeing his mother cry however, made him worry. It was then he learned of the incident the prior night. He was infected, like the people he heard in the news. He was one of them. And his mother...his mother was giving him away. To live with the wolves...

Seventeen years later, Steele was still with his beloved motorcycle, gifted to him as he left his home pack to journey to larger cities. Searching for a new place to settle for himself, no longer feeling the need to stay with his mentor. It was time to go. And so he wondered for a long while..untill he came across a little place called the Circus of the Damned.

Writing Sample: Sighing the man dubbed Farfarello wondered into the tavern's darkness, nearly purring in delight at the dim atmosphere filled with smoke and the sharp scent of alcohol. Many of the patrons paused, glancing upon the scarred man, abnormal in almost all ways possible. His short hair of white striped silver, golden eyes, and wolfish grin gave the biker away. As if by cue alone the noise dimmed while he approched the bar. ' Brilliant...another shit load of pansies.' he grumbled to himself mentally as he held up a gloved hand for the barkeep. "Just a beer please. Whatevers on tap is fine." he grumbled out, voice slightly hoarse from his lack of drink from the long ride he'd just past. This was going to be a looooong night.
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Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT

Your history needs a bit of developing, there are large gaps and bits that need delving into or mentioning. 17 years is a long time to skip over without a word, and so I would appreciate a bit more detail. Thanks.