Post by James Manson on Mar 10, 2009 17:22:14 GMT -5
[/font], About you *
Alias: Bav
Age: 15
Experience: Over 5 years.
Other characters: Sarah Edwards
How can we contact you? PM s’il vous plait.
James Manson
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Canon or non canon? Canon
Character full name: James Manson
Age: Twenty, turned at Nineteen
Nickname(s): None
Alliance: Werewolf
Sexual preference: Straight
Likes:
Women;
Fighting;
Winning;
Hunting;
Intimidating others;
Losing control;
Being reckless.
Dislikes:
Vampires;
Them;
Losing;
Being made a fool of;
Not getting what he wants;
Being weakened.
Strengths:
James is built like a house,
Not much can stand in his way when he sees something he wants,
Most people find him intimidating.
Weaknesses:
Too opinionated,
He can’t yet fully control when he turns,
He is easily angered, which often leads to him involuntarily turning,
Women XP
General personality: James isn’t exactly somebody you would want to meet down a dark alley way. Not only is his appearance intimidating, but he has the personality to match. He cares for nobody other then himself, this is a rule. He is short tempered and is quick to take offence, especially quick to start fights. If you spot a large, dangerously blood laden fight, he may not be seen in it, but he most likely started it. James is cocky and rude and adores getting his own way, especially when it comes to fighting and women.
, Appearance *
[/size][/center]Face claim: Heath Ledger
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Hair color: Dirty Blonde.
Eye color: Green/Hazel
Height: 6”2
General appearance: James is usually seen sporting rough features, haughty yet fine facial hair. His golden locks are usually seen in a tangled mass on his head, but every so often he will shave it all off, although it grows back at alarming rates. He has broad shoulders and upper torso, but slender hips and legs, his appearance suggests great muscle, his appearance doesn’t lie. James is handsome, in the ruggish kind of way, with very typical ‘bad boy’ features.
, History *
[/size][/center]Parents: Probably dead somewhere
Siblings: He was an only child.
Children: Bound to have some illegitimates running around.
History: What is there to say? He lived the usual, boring life. James has always lived in London; it is what has given him his cockney accent. His parents, surprisingly, were the Toff’s of the town, but James was always that reckless kid hanging around the underground, playing with things he shouldn’t be. Before the age of Seventeen he two accounts of grievous bodily harm beneath his belt, but he had a charm with the police officers even they didn’t understand. James used to box and rather well, but against his coaches wishes, instead of fighting in professional matches, he was usually seen fighting in the illegal ones. Towards his eighteenth birthday he was involved in a serious brawl where two men were killed, James might refuse it was him, should anybody ask, but from then onwards, nobody really saw him again. It isn’t really known what he did for the entire year, but he made his wonderful and memorable re-appearance after he was turned. Although he would like to deny ever being attacked by a werewolf and not winning, in his opinion, it was by far the best thing that ever happened to him. The rest of his history is yet to come, but you have to play the game to discover the pieces.
Roleplay sample: (I don’t have a sample of him yet)
Her heart beat furiously, pounding against its prison of ribs, which were pressed so harshly up against this stranger. Lungs were determined to fill with oxygen, but each attempt was failed and instead a chorus of husky moans fell from between plump lips. As though eager to muffle such primitive sounds his lips covered hers in rushed motions. This wouldn’t be a long encounter; he was too eager for the precious foreplay that she usually savoured.
Cold fingers fumbled, so desperate to be rid of the obscuring garments and she faltered, uncomfortable with his forwardness. Sarah pulled back, her clothes clinging to her moist body, but his rough hands tightened their grip and his groin thrust forcibly against hers. Her eyes tried to observe his face but what she saw made her insides reel; hunger burned his eyes and the grin that hung from his heavy jaw was brandished with need, he needed to have her.
She wanted to scream from the fear that now welled in the pit of her stomach, clammy hands clawed feebly at his marble chest but still his body pressed down onto hers. His lips once again sought her flesh, gnawing at the bottom of her lip as it moved, trying to form words that failed to come. Once again she became putty in his hands for him to mould and her fearful cries once more became laced in thick pleasure. Gradually his mouth moved further down her face, each spot it left felt mottled with ice, cooling her rising fever. Finally he stopped below her ear, tongue lapping at the soft skin while her fingers tore at his dark hair, pushing and pulling at his head, but he seemed not to notice the strands that her fingernails wrenched at, instead he continued to breathe his cold breath onto her wet neck, sending shivers sliding down her writhing spine. Dark eye lashes closed together and her brows knotted across her forehead, lips slightly parted and her face displayed an exuberant expression. Slowly, and at first gently, his teeth raked across her skin, growing harder with each rasp.
She could not see the lengthy incisors that carefully stroked her neck, but as they casually, deliberately sank into the soft flesh; she sure as hell felt them.
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