ABOUT YOU
Name: yessie
Age: 18
Contact Info: mylifeflowson@aol.com
How you found us: Don't even remember now...

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Kasper Lillian
Nicknames: Kay, Ghost-boy, Ghosty, Spook
Character age: 28
Birthdate: May 2nd
Gender: -checks- Yep, definitely male
Lycan Species: Leopard
Level: Dominant. Hands down.
Strengths:
Guns/Blades- Kasper's well trained with weaponry and has done martial arts [Judo] for many years. He has expert sense of balance, and is not afraid to kill for protection of himself and his pard.
Shifting- After being a lycan for well, most of your life, you work hard at being good at shifting and the like. He can perform partial shifts or entire shifts at ease, even without the pull of the full moon.
Healing- Kasper is well trained in the ancient herbal remedies of the Swahili, and is known to create herbal cures for minor ailments. In addition, he can heal wounds with his own tongue, though it can be painful, and help spur a shift to overcome injuries.
Weaknesses
Emotions- Kasper has not let himself fall emotionally attached to anyone or anything. His eyes are those permanent 'cop-eyes' which are void of just about everything.
Pain/Crying- When Kasper sees someone in pain, or crying, he is instantly distraught. He will sacrifice himself before he lets harm come to those he cares about and will take the pain for himself. Only at these moments does that cold empty dark brown pools of his eyes fade to be more... human.
Weapons carried on person: Various blades and a few handguns which get swapped about depending on his mood, and his outfit.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Dark brown if not black in dreadlocks, often pulled back in a ponytail so he can work without hair in his eyes
Eye colour: A dark mahogany brown
Portrayal: James Victor
Picture:

Physical description: Kasper isn't super tall, but just barely over six foot. He, like most lycans, enjoys staying in shape, and takes pride in the working out he does at the gym. His body is muscular, very much so, and he is not afraid to play up his size when the situation is so demanding. Typically sporting black tees which cling rather snugly to his muscled frame, he tends to throw a black leather jacket over the top so as to hide the bulk of his weapons. Jeans or cargo pants fall loosely over his lower half, and a stud belt with steel studs usually holds the pants up. He is a big fan of leather and hardware, and even has his ears pierced with gauged hoops or diamond studs-- depends on if he has to look 'clean cut' or not. Finally, Kasper has a tattoo which revolves around his right bicep sporting the Swahili proverb, "Kila ndege huruka na mbawa zake"; Every bird flies with its own wings.

Likes:
-Africa
-Sunshine
-Night-time
-The hunt
-Protecting his allies
-Cooking
-Going for long walks/runs
-Working out
-Meeting new people
-Swimming
-Fish
Dislikes:
-Rain
-Being told what to do
-Being out-muscled by the wrong people
-Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
-Emotions
-Demands
-Meaningless sex
-Being high/drunk/etc.
Fears:
-Love
-Falling victim to his own emotions
-Not being able to protect those he cares about
Nervous habits: If nervous, Kasper has a tendency to feel for his weapons. Touching the cool metal soothes him.

Personality description: Kasper is quiet, for he analyzes everything. He thinks about every action before he performs it, and is the silent killer of the night. His dark skin makes him blend in with the darkness, and is known for his love of the shadows. For this, and his namesake, he is often nicknamed Ghost, or Nightwalker. However, this doesn't disturb him in the least bit. Kasper is a lover of all things, for he treats everyone before himself. He has the power to heal others and is one to use it as often as he can before passing out. He does not like seeing others in pain, and will volunteer himself to be in that position before his own kin. He does not judge before meeting people and deciding for himself how they are, but he is a fair man and will listen to everything and anything others have to say, even if he does not like them.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:
Aka Zahila - mother [human]
Fredrick Lillian - father [wereleopard]
Siblings: Akashu Lillian [brother, wereleopard]
Children: None

History: Growing up in Africa was not easy. After all, when the world around you is one of poverty and AIDS, it is hard to not face the realities of life. In Mozambique where Kasper was raised, most of the families around his small community of shacks were lycans. They stayed together, the pard that is, and for him it was not a curse to be brought into lycan society. His own father was a leopard after all, and to him, it would not be a curse. As puberty hit him, he had a decision to make-- and this one was not about the usual circumcision, but of lycanthropy.

He thought for many many months about what it would be like to be a lycan, to go on the hunt with his people and be a part of the pard. At last he had reached his decision, and at eighteen he decided to go through with the process at last. He lay still, lying atop the cold, hard ground of the center of the town where an array of leopards danced-- not all were fully shifted, but more than half sported the beautiful spotted furs of their beasts. Kasper shivered in the moonlight, the moon waxing overhead, almost full. Whimpering at the anticipation, feeling like a small child once more, he let the pard take him. Various small cuts were made across his body, some with teeth, some with claws, but none were enough to turn him. His father however, one of the half-shifted beasts, rose above the rest, and took his eldest son with a full paw of dagger-like claws the reached deeply into his abdomen, leaving a permanent scar where he had been taken. The blood trickled down his dark-skinned body, the pard slowly lapping at his wounds, before the boy fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness, not believing what had occurred.

He awoke the next day, his body sore and aching, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before that went away. Many years were spent with the pard, the now-man and his younger brother, working amongst the pard as willing men. Kasper outshone his brother. He was the muscle, a willing guard, whilst his brother was the submissive one. He didn't shame his father, but he didn't pride him either. Akashu had his mind on other things-- of men, of love, of finding a mate forever. Kasper couldn't be bothered. After his twenty-eighth birthday, Kasper departed from the Swahili lifestyle and sought out America, a land of opportunity with nice clothes, good food and no disease. Sort of. Here is in Miami, starting his life anew.

Writing Sample: Long dreadlocks were pulled back in a tight ponytail, his dark body glistening under the sunlight in a thin coating of sweat. The seasons were different here, more mild, but he liked them all the same. Kasper's body was clad in only swim trunks, the shorts falling to just above his knees in various earth tones. He was not one for bright colors, after all, they just didn't look right on his skin, but today he didn't particularly care about the coloring of his outfit. Tongue ran itself across his pointed teeth, forever stuck in a partial-shift for he was not shamed for staying in lycan form too long. A yawn tugged at his lips as he stopped, staring at the ocean waves before him, the hint of his fangs glistening in the sunlight.

The beach was not empty, but it was not crowded, the sand moving through his toes pleasantly. Kasper rarely wore shoes if he could avoid it-- his whole life was spent barefoot. His earrings caught the light now, the silver gages with their small emerald balls at the bottom contrasting beautifully against his dark skin. Stretching those cat-like muscles, his feline grace seen even in human form, the man moved to sit atop the ground. His legs were out before him, bent at the knees where the water crossed his feet in frothy waves. He purred, content and to himself. Leaning back with his arms behind him and letting the sun beat against his body.

He was not one to catnap, but the sun felt so good. Lycan aura could be felt no doubt, his shields down as he let his cat prowl about in the sun, rolling about and exposing his dark belly to the sun, pink tongue swiping at his jowls contentedly. Yes, this was what he lived for, the sun, his cat, the world at his feet. Okay, the ocean. Now to wait for company... and then it would be complete.
And the rest:
Anything else? Satisfied Artie? You have yourself a boy.

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Application Complete.

ACCPETED

Enjoy your limited freedom now till the Leach Lord (Michael's term) descends upon you all

Lol yup, nice comment missy. *pets Kasper*