Age ; 17
Race ; Lycan / Shapeshifter
Birthday ; June 24th
Seme or Uke? Seme
Appearance
Human (not 100% like picture) = Finn stands at 5 feet 8 inches, with a slim yet slighlty muscular build. He has cherry-red hair, that is short cut and shaggy -and always getting in his eyes. His eyes are a dark emerald green, that change to gold the more inraged he gets. His skin is a golden-tan, the same colour as the rolling dunes of the desert from which his pack is native.
Lycan / Werewolf = As a werewolf, Finn stands at exactly 6 feet, and his build turns from slik and slim, to heavy and built. His body is covered in blood-red fur with the exception of his muzzle, which is pure white, and black tribale markings on his chest -which are not visable in human form. His eyes are narrow, and shine a bright gold that see and show only hatered.
Shapeshifter / Wolf = In his wolf form, Finnian is noticably larger then a full grown male wolf. His fur is the same cherry-red as his hair, with the exception of his belly and paws which are a light grey. His eyes are silver.
Persona
Human = Finnian is very out spoken and blunt. If he has something to say, than he will say it exactly how he means it. But although he takes pride in being able to say what ever to whom ever -he fails when it comes to speaking about his emotions. In fact, he hates it. He lets things build and build, until he looses contorl of them and hurts either someone, or himself.
Mostly though, he is a wild spirit. He listens to no one, takes orders from no one, and lives by his own rules. Ever since he was a child he's been a rule breaker and a rebel. Pranks are his life, he claims that it is an honnor to be choosen as a victum of his brilliant ideas. Though he says that he never pranks the same person twice, there are a few exceptions to the rules -like teachers and other adults.
Finn has one of the largest egos around. Mostly self-induced, and hard to knock down because of how highly he thinks himself -without being vain (though he's been accused of such a trait). Finn does suffer from paranoia, a trait found in most lycans, but he manages to keep it under control...most of the time.
He is very over protective of his little brother, and his mother, and all the gods better be behind the person who talks bad about either of them. Because Hell hath no fury like an Orovokkies' scorn (and he hits hard). Feel free to say anything you want about his father, hell he'd probably join in and speak even worse things about the man then anyone could ever come up with.
...Was it mentioned that he is also very determined, and will stop at nothing to get what/who he wants?
Lycan / Werewolf = Finn's personality is the complete opposite of when he's a human. He is very aggresive and savage, with no contorl over his actions. He doesn't care who he hurts or what he destorys. If you're in his way, he will throw you aside like a rag doll.
Shapeshifter / Wolf = As a wolf he retains all his human personality. If anything, he becomes more playful and childish.
History
Let's take a journy back in time, to the rolling dunes and blistering heats of the Sahara Desert. The year is 1867 ; though that is irrelvant because the nomadic tribe that which the story is about, has been around longer then any man made calander could fortell.
With the sun high above their heads, these men and women traviled through the sands of time. Aging slowly, they remained the most beautiful inhabitants of the wasteland, feeding off nightly creatures and the jucies of fruits. They had made an oasis their own, with vivid green grass, tall shaddy trees, and a large crystal clear pond in the middle -these people had become just as much a mirage and legend as the plot of land they called home.
These people carried a deep, dark secret. A tale of myth that was used soley to keep human children from misbehaving.
They where Sand Beasts. Lycans of the Desert. Werewolves.
The leader of the pack, was an elderly man, though he looked as young as the rest of them, his rank was set out by the shocking snowwhite hair and beared that covered his head and face. His body was adorned in markings and scars. His eyes where black and held the knowladge of more lands than just this one.
He had a wife, whom was his sister. She was a strikingly handsum woman, with long flowing red hair and dazzling green eyes. All the men of the tribe constantly had their eyes on her, but hers where only for her brother ; even though he had many mistresses.
Together they had one son. They named him Isacc. Like his mother he had red hair and green eyes. But that was as far as their conection went. Isacc was in every way his father ; a thought that both pleased and infuriated the elder Orovokkie. As well as many of the older men in the pack. Because of Isacc's birth, the title of Alpha would be passed along through the genirations ; unless they where seen unfit to lead.
As the years passed, Isacc became more and more like his father to the point at which he surpassed the aging man. Though he had become stronger and more fit to rule than his father, Isacc still had not claimed the title as Alpha Male for his own. Many thought that it was because Isacc did not want to have the responsibility of ruling over the tribe at such a young age. This was not the case. Isacc enjoyed watching the old man try to keep his iron grip on the rest of the pack while his health was failing. His fathers body was leaving him, he looked as frail as a man his ancient age should and there was no doubt that he would not live past another desert winter. The second reason for Isacc's delay, was that he did not want to take the lead alone. He yerned for a life-mate. And although there where plenty of young and well endowed females among the pack, he wished for something more. And something more was exactly what he got.
Her name was Martena. She was the daughter of the leader in a camp of Shamens, Shapeshifters, able to comminuicate and take form of any animal that they so wish to. Desert Druids, practioners of old magic and traditons. She had raven-black hair, sun-kissed skin, and rose-petal soft lips with a smile that could blind the sun. Isacc had known when his eyes first landed on her, that she was the one that he wanted. She would become his life mate.
They met, the night of a full moon. Isacc, in a fury of blind rage, had attacked and killed his mother. His inraged, lycan father had lunged at him and chased the red werewolf far from the desert paradise and into the blinding sands of the chilly night. He had seen her off in the distance. A black silouette against the golden-blue sand. Martena had been in the form of a wolf, her most beloved animal, she was on her Spirit Quest. Leagues from her camp she waited in the blistering openess night and day, awaiting for the sign from her gods. If it hadn't been for the wolves sense of smell she never would have noticed that she was being watched. She never would have turned her head. Their eyes never would have locked.
Isacc felt a calm wash over his chaotic heart as the two of them stared at each other. As the moon began to fall behind the dunes and the sun rise into the morning sky, he could feel himself changing back into a man. Her wolf eyes went wide, as she too -taking him as a sign, transformed back into a human woman.
Isacc had there by been banished from his pack. He was never given any full details, though he knew that his father was being spiteful about his mothers death. So the two of them could not return to the oasis. As they approched the Shaman camp, Martena's father was outraged and refused to allow Isacc within the camp grounds. Calling him a vile creature, an abomination, black magic, and unfit to be alive. Despite Martena's almost violent protests. She even threatend to leave. A promise that she made good on, not even a full moon cycle later.
The pair of them journied out of the desert, taking a ship to England they lived there for numrous years. Having three children. Nightshade, the oldest and only daughter, was an exact image of her mother and proved to only have shapeshifting abilities. Then the twins, Para and Dox, they too looked like their mother with the distinct difference that they each had one green and one black eye. They had no abilities at all, but their senses where heightend.
After a few more years of living in London, Isacc could no longer sit still. The wanderlust that still coursed through his veins. Martena was not against his wishes to leave, and so they packed their belongings and travled East.
The end of the road came to them when they reached the sea. But that did not stop them. They boarded a ship and set sail for the island of Japan. Here in the dense forests, surronded by nature and far from humans, they made their den. Though by this point their three children where old enough to do as they wish. Para and Dox moved into the large city - and Nightshade remained with her mother so she could completely learn to use her powers.
It wouldn't be for a few more years, before Finnian was born. He came as a surprise to Isacc, as he had thought he was passed the age of being able to produce children. He was not dissapointed though, when the child grew with red hair and green eyes. It was a promising feat that soon proved to be more delightful when Finnian reached of age and transformed into a werewolf for the first time. But that was not all that surprised the happy parents. Finnian portraied his mothers ability to shapeshift, even though it seemed as he was limited to only the form of a wolf.
However Finnian was more trouble than he was worth. As soon as he was able to move about on his own and speak, he would constantly back talk to his father and would not listen to a word the older man said. Though, Finn was a perfect little angel for his mother. This infuriated Isacc. And he would not allow for this boy to become his sucessor.
13 more years would pass before another child was born to them. Another son, Iris, whom looked just like his father. This boy too, would later show that he was a full lycan, though it has yet to be determind if he posses any other traits.
However, Finn would not get to spend much time with his younger brother. As only a few short years afterwards, he was summoned to attend Akiba Boy's Academy. Isacc was glad to be rid of the brat.
And so ends our story, from the past to the present. Does the nomadic tribe still reside in the glade amongest the wasteland? No one knows. The Orovokkie of Japan have long since divded themselves from their ancestors and relatives.
Race Information
Lycan = Finnian is your traditonal werewolf. In the sense that he has incredible strenght, speed, and heightend sense of smell and hearing. Like all lycan's he transforms on the night of the full moon and his power is cut in half on the night of a new moon, and his personality shifts to the opposite.
Shapeshifter = Unlike most lycans, Finnian isn't completely throughbred. He has the ability to transform into a large wolf whenever he wishes. Though it takes up a lot of his energy and he can only speak telepathicaly to other telepathic beings, or wolves. Ever hear the song, Original Prankster? Well, Finnian likes to think that song was written for him, about him. He takes his pranking seriously and to heart, so deeply that he has proclaimed himself The Prankster of Akiba Boy's Academy. And he will do everything to remind people, especailly other pranksters, exactly who the master mind is.
As far as being a student is consierned. Finnian couldn't care any less about his grades.
Likes
Pranks ;
Blonds ;
Skateboarding ;
Dogs.
Dislikes
His Father ;
His Older Brother ;
Authroity Figures ;
School ;
Snobs.
Turn Ons
Long hair ;
Fingernails ;
Biting ;
Hand-cuffs ;
Having his ears scratched (in wolf form) ;
Blood (in werewolf form).
Turn Offs
Girls ;
Chipped fingernails ;
Blood (human form) ;
Having his ears scratched (werewolf form) ;
Having his hair pulled ;
Any bondage besides hand-cuffs.
Other
Nicknames = Finn, Orovokkie, Ninnian (only his younger brother can call him this and live), Pup (only his mother can call him this and live. Of course that doesn't stop others from doing it).
