Post by Leo Ancilidon on Aug 22, 2010 0:06:35 GMT -6
Character Name: Leo James Ancilidon
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Alpha
Description: Leo stands at an even six feet tall. He appears to weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds. He has an athletic build, six pack abs, well defined biceps, and a muscular chest. His hair is naturally dirty blonde but he dies it nearly every other week. His eyes are a beautiful sky blue color. He has a right sleeve tattoo that stops at his wrist. He usually wears baggy pants and muscle shirts. However, if his body can't stay warm, he will put on a hoodie.
Leo's hybrid form stands at a solid 9 feet tall. His body is completely covered in fur. His fur is a gold yellow color with solid black stripes. His under belly is a bit more pale yellow. His eyes are black except for the orange iris. He stands on his hind legs and his front paws turn into arms and hands. His claws stick out 2 inches and are razor sharp. His build turns much more muscular. His muscles bulge out of his body.
His full animal form is that matching a tiger, with the exception of being much bigger. His fur is still a golden yellow color and his eyes are still black with the orange iris. His claws are just a bit shorter.
Personality: Leo is a big smart ass. He loves to make jokes at everyone's expense. However, he is also a big romantic. He loves to flirt with pretty girls. He is very confident with himself. He has nearly no fears though. He loves to sing to himself out loud. He also is a big partier as he likes to have fun. He also has a bad habit of doing extacy and drinking alot.
History: Leo was born in New Orleans, Louisana. He was born on Halloween. His father was the alpha male of his pack. Leo had a tough childhood. His father was very tough on Leo. He spent his years training in being an effective leader and training how to fight. His mother was very gentle with him however. After Leo was done with all of his training, he ventured out on his own to Pennsylvania. He heard that there was another pack of were-tigers. Once he got there, he found them. Leo didn't like the idea of having to listen to anyone else so he decided to take charge of the pack. He had to fight the existing leader of the pack and he overcame him. Ever since, Leo had been in charge of the pack. He runs it more loosely than his father taught him too but when he has to, he clamps down on his pack with an iron fist. Leo allows his lycans to help the humans when they are under attack of vampires. Leo prefers to keep neutral in the whole war and keeps his lycans that way. There are a few who still hold grudges but he lets them slide as long as their are no radicals in his pack.
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RP Sample: Leo thought for a moment. She did not have a casket funeral. She had always wanted to be creamated. That way, her soul would have been forced to move on. But Leo wasn't going to give her the fun in knowing that. With his new found balance within himself, he wasn't about to let Striker get into his skin, pants maybe, but not his skin. "She was very beautiful in death. Just as in life. Since I've already torn each of those vampires limb from limb and watched them bleed to death, I've moved on past my lovely sister's unfortunate passing." He said leaning up against the tree that stood adjacent to the tree she was in.
Leo knew that all he had to do was show Striker that she wasn't getting to him. Then she would get mad, throw the first punch, and the fight would ensue. Something would interrupt them before either one got seriously hurt, something always did. Which reminded Leo..."Oh yeah, your face looks really good compared to last time I saw it before my trial. You know, when it lost the fight against the concrete." Leo was sure that would have pissed her off. Even the most hard headed people learned hard lessons. It usually just takes a meeting with pavement before they do.
But Leo wasn't completely without compassion for the girl that laid above him. It was obvious to see that something was on her mind. Something that just wasn't dealing with him. "Poor Striker. You do know that your open like a book. I don't mean your legs either. Maybe you should take some time to fix your own problems before starting new ones." He suggest towards her before she was in over her head. She was a tough gal, but even the best fighters fight poorly when their head isn't screwed on right, or at least when its not in the fight.
PB Name: Jeff Hardy
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Nicknames: N/A
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Alpha
Description: Leo stands at an even six feet tall. He appears to weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds. He has an athletic build, six pack abs, well defined biceps, and a muscular chest. His hair is naturally dirty blonde but he dies it nearly every other week. His eyes are a beautiful sky blue color. He has a right sleeve tattoo that stops at his wrist. He usually wears baggy pants and muscle shirts. However, if his body can't stay warm, he will put on a hoodie.
Leo's hybrid form stands at a solid 9 feet tall. His body is completely covered in fur. His fur is a gold yellow color with solid black stripes. His under belly is a bit more pale yellow. His eyes are black except for the orange iris. He stands on his hind legs and his front paws turn into arms and hands. His claws stick out 2 inches and are razor sharp. His build turns much more muscular. His muscles bulge out of his body.
His full animal form is that matching a tiger, with the exception of being much bigger. His fur is still a golden yellow color and his eyes are still black with the orange iris. His claws are just a bit shorter.
Personality: Leo is a big smart ass. He loves to make jokes at everyone's expense. However, he is also a big romantic. He loves to flirt with pretty girls. He is very confident with himself. He has nearly no fears though. He loves to sing to himself out loud. He also is a big partier as he likes to have fun. He also has a bad habit of doing extacy and drinking alot.
History: Leo was born in New Orleans, Louisana. He was born on Halloween. His father was the alpha male of his pack. Leo had a tough childhood. His father was very tough on Leo. He spent his years training in being an effective leader and training how to fight. His mother was very gentle with him however. After Leo was done with all of his training, he ventured out on his own to Pennsylvania. He heard that there was another pack of were-tigers. Once he got there, he found them. Leo didn't like the idea of having to listen to anyone else so he decided to take charge of the pack. He had to fight the existing leader of the pack and he overcame him. Ever since, Leo had been in charge of the pack. He runs it more loosely than his father taught him too but when he has to, he clamps down on his pack with an iron fist. Leo allows his lycans to help the humans when they are under attack of vampires. Leo prefers to keep neutral in the whole war and keeps his lycans that way. There are a few who still hold grudges but he lets them slide as long as their are no radicals in his pack.
Character Qualities:
- Witty
- Smart
- Good Sense of Humor
- Can Sing
- Can Cook
Character Flaws:
- Quick Tempered
- Smart Ass
- Stubborn
- Must Always Be Right
- Can Be Annoying
Powers:
- Can Transform At Will
- Rapid Healing
- No Need To Rest After Transforming
- Has Full Animal Transformation
- Super Strength
- Super Speed
- Heightened Senses
- As Full Training In Several Forms Of Martial Arts
- Also Trained In The Use Of Katanas
Weaknesses:
- Highly Allergic To Silver
- Dislikes Direct Sunlight
- Dislikes Human Weapons (they still hurt...)
- Hates Loud Sounds
- Hates Very Bright Lights
RP Sample: Leo thought for a moment. She did not have a casket funeral. She had always wanted to be creamated. That way, her soul would have been forced to move on. But Leo wasn't going to give her the fun in knowing that. With his new found balance within himself, he wasn't about to let Striker get into his skin, pants maybe, but not his skin. "She was very beautiful in death. Just as in life. Since I've already torn each of those vampires limb from limb and watched them bleed to death, I've moved on past my lovely sister's unfortunate passing." He said leaning up against the tree that stood adjacent to the tree she was in.
Leo knew that all he had to do was show Striker that she wasn't getting to him. Then she would get mad, throw the first punch, and the fight would ensue. Something would interrupt them before either one got seriously hurt, something always did. Which reminded Leo..."Oh yeah, your face looks really good compared to last time I saw it before my trial. You know, when it lost the fight against the concrete." Leo was sure that would have pissed her off. Even the most hard headed people learned hard lessons. It usually just takes a meeting with pavement before they do.
But Leo wasn't completely without compassion for the girl that laid above him. It was obvious to see that something was on her mind. Something that just wasn't dealing with him. "Poor Striker. You do know that your open like a book. I don't mean your legs either. Maybe you should take some time to fix your own problems before starting new ones." He suggest towards her before she was in over her head. She was a tough gal, but even the best fighters fight poorly when their head isn't screwed on right, or at least when its not in the fight.
PB Name: Jeff Hardy
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