Post by Krepta on Jul 1, 2013 5:45:50 GMT -5
Player: Krepta
Cannon or your own: My Own
Civilian Identity: Kian "Kia" Bruis
Nicknames: Prefers to go by Kia rather than Kian.
Gender: Male
Apparent age: Late thirties, early fourties.
Age: 52 ( Kia ages slower physically due to his lycanthropy. )
Hair: Dark, grayish brown in color, shaggy and to his ears. Very slight curl to it, but barely noticeable. He wears it naturally. No gels or sprays or otherlike.
Eyes: Bluish gray. Eyes become brighter as a wolf, but remain the same shade mostly.
Height and weight: 5' 9", 210lbs.
Appearance: Kia, for his time, was fairly tall. He is a proud, grim faced man, with a littering of scars on his face and hands. His skin is weatherworn and leathery, and he has a pucker right above his upper lip where he was bitten by the wolf that changed him. While he can appear quite serious, Kia does have an existing sense of humor, and if you catch him in the right mood, you might catch him with just the smallest hint of a smirk.
Physically, he's a muscular, stocky creature, and is fairly well built over all. He's a working man, and he looks the part he plays, with large, callused hands and a firm set, square jaw. He wears his hair in a shaggy, unruly mess, and keeps it grown to about the level of his earlobes. He also has a tendancy towards scruff, though rarely fully grown beards.
Having been a wolf so long, certain parts of his features have begun to resemble his wolf. His eyes are brighter and more animal that is typical of your average, everyday human being, and his canines are certainly pointier and larger, though not vampire large. He's also a lot hairier, though that might just be the scottish side of him rather than the wolf.
Clothing wise, Kia likes to wear simple, comfortable clothing, like jeans and flannel, and often heavy hiking boots. Though it's not unusual for him to simply go shirtless when he feels like it, or it's too hot. However, no matter what, he's usually wearing his belt and his knife.
His wolf is a powerful, stocky thing, with shaggy grayish-brownish fur all over. In many ways it resembles a wolfhound more than a wolf, with a long, wiry coat that curls in places around the throat and face, and a broad, sloping muzzle. The similarities end there, though, and the rest of him is most unmistakably wolf.
His eyes are stern and bright, and his jaws are grimset and powerful. His ears are long and broad and are almost always forward set. His tail, though not quite as bushy and full as many other wolves, is almost always raised in dominance--- a proud banner. And though he makes an unusual looking wolf, the sheer power in his stride, the cunning in his eyes, and the coiled muscles beneath his skin mark him as an alpha who will not easily give up his position.
Abilities: Aside from the typical gifts granted to wolf-kind, such as regeneration if he's hurt, or hieghtened senses, Kia packs the same kind of punch that many of his kind's elders do, and then some. He didn't become alpha for nothing, after all. [See Species List]
Kia, in addition to his elder powers, can call feral wolves. They are drawn to him like a moth to flame, and to a degree, will follow his commands. He can also call other lycanthropes to him, though their approach must be willing. They may feel compelled, but they can easily resist if they try. However, very young or new wolves may have more trouble fighting it.
He can also smell magic, as if it were a scent, and thusly track it to it's source. Not a skill that comes up often, but occasionally useful. In a turn of tables, he also has a higher resistance to said magic, though this can be good or bad, depending on the magic used.
Equipment: Kia keeps a large, serrated hunting knife strapped to his belt. The knife itself is very old. The handle is a dark, polished wood, of which he can no longer remember the source, and the blade is a mixture of stainless steel and silver.
Origin of Abilities: Kia was turned, way back when, by a feral wolf on a hunting trip. Over time he's risen in his own pack's ranks, as well, as his new pack, and experience and age has granted him abilities that most younger wolves don't have, or even most ordinary elders. Being an alpha seems to have granted him additional power.
Weaknesses: Kia's fairly short tempered, and not always the best diplomat. While he tries to be fair, he often prefers to get things done through brute force rather than tact. Because of this, he often needs help from his lower downs to keep the peace, which in some eyes, might be seen as weakness. If forced to meet someone alone, and things don't go his way, it's likely that things would end in a fight, and a bloody one at that.
Kia has a weakness in his right knee, from where the wolf that turned him savaged him before he killed it. While his regenerative abilities have helped, and he hides it well, this old wound occasionally causes him great pain, to which he must hide away until it passes, or risk looking weak to rival wolves, or even enemies outside the pack. In battle, though he's fierce, if this knee is hit hard enough, it could seriously debilate him for a while.
Beyond this, while he is fairly tough, and can heal many wounds, if hurt enough, even he can succumb to a gunshot wound or a stabbing. His gung-ho additude and his refusal to retreat may one day be the end of him.
Personalty: Kia is a stubborn, brute of a man. He's not beyond using physical force to end threats or keep lower wolves in line. However, he does try to be fair, when his temper isn't getting the hold of him, and though occasionally he needs to be gently reminded to play nice. He's a very dominant personality.
Background: Kia was born into the Lycanthrope world, to a human mother ( though not for long ) and a Wolf of a Father. He was born to a large family pack in Scotland, and grew up there on the more isolated Isle of Arran, where his pack and their secret was well protected. Being set deep in the wilds, as well as having owned the land for many a generation allowed Kia's family to keep the outside world out, save for very special individuals, like Kia's mother. As Kia grew from boy into man, though, he found himself growing curious about the outside world, and despite his father's rage, he broke from the pack and elected to travel to america.
At first he found life in America to be to his liking. There were plenty of opportunities for a hard working man like him, as well as many sights to see and people to meet. He settled off the coast of Maine for a while, working as a fisherman, as well as other odd jobs here and there--- enough to keep a single man like him afloat. However, as Kia got older, he found his new found life becoming stagnant, and he began to long for family, for pack, and for thrill of the wilds. Beyond that, with the local economy beginning to struggle, good work was getting harder and harder to find.
He was beginning to think there was no hope when news of Timbre Ridge and it's floundering and leaderless pack reached him through a cousin of his. News travels fast amongst wolves, and he knew that, while he longed for a pack, he would never again be content under the rule of another if he rejoined his fathers. Timbre Ridge's pack was an excellent opportunity, and he was determined to sieze it.
Base of Operations: Timbre Ridge
Criminal Record: N/A
Cannon or your own: My Own
Civilian Identity: Kian "Kia" Bruis
Nicknames: Prefers to go by Kia rather than Kian.
Gender: Male
Apparent age: Late thirties, early fourties.
Age: 52 ( Kia ages slower physically due to his lycanthropy. )
Hair: Dark, grayish brown in color, shaggy and to his ears. Very slight curl to it, but barely noticeable. He wears it naturally. No gels or sprays or otherlike.
Eyes: Bluish gray. Eyes become brighter as a wolf, but remain the same shade mostly.
Height and weight: 5' 9", 210lbs.
Appearance: Kia, for his time, was fairly tall. He is a proud, grim faced man, with a littering of scars on his face and hands. His skin is weatherworn and leathery, and he has a pucker right above his upper lip where he was bitten by the wolf that changed him. While he can appear quite serious, Kia does have an existing sense of humor, and if you catch him in the right mood, you might catch him with just the smallest hint of a smirk.
Physically, he's a muscular, stocky creature, and is fairly well built over all. He's a working man, and he looks the part he plays, with large, callused hands and a firm set, square jaw. He wears his hair in a shaggy, unruly mess, and keeps it grown to about the level of his earlobes. He also has a tendancy towards scruff, though rarely fully grown beards.
Having been a wolf so long, certain parts of his features have begun to resemble his wolf. His eyes are brighter and more animal that is typical of your average, everyday human being, and his canines are certainly pointier and larger, though not vampire large. He's also a lot hairier, though that might just be the scottish side of him rather than the wolf.
Clothing wise, Kia likes to wear simple, comfortable clothing, like jeans and flannel, and often heavy hiking boots. Though it's not unusual for him to simply go shirtless when he feels like it, or it's too hot. However, no matter what, he's usually wearing his belt and his knife.
His wolf is a powerful, stocky thing, with shaggy grayish-brownish fur all over. In many ways it resembles a wolfhound more than a wolf, with a long, wiry coat that curls in places around the throat and face, and a broad, sloping muzzle. The similarities end there, though, and the rest of him is most unmistakably wolf.
His eyes are stern and bright, and his jaws are grimset and powerful. His ears are long and broad and are almost always forward set. His tail, though not quite as bushy and full as many other wolves, is almost always raised in dominance--- a proud banner. And though he makes an unusual looking wolf, the sheer power in his stride, the cunning in his eyes, and the coiled muscles beneath his skin mark him as an alpha who will not easily give up his position.
Abilities: Aside from the typical gifts granted to wolf-kind, such as regeneration if he's hurt, or hieghtened senses, Kia packs the same kind of punch that many of his kind's elders do, and then some. He didn't become alpha for nothing, after all. [See Species List]
Kia, in addition to his elder powers, can call feral wolves. They are drawn to him like a moth to flame, and to a degree, will follow his commands. He can also call other lycanthropes to him, though their approach must be willing. They may feel compelled, but they can easily resist if they try. However, very young or new wolves may have more trouble fighting it.
He can also smell magic, as if it were a scent, and thusly track it to it's source. Not a skill that comes up often, but occasionally useful. In a turn of tables, he also has a higher resistance to said magic, though this can be good or bad, depending on the magic used.
Equipment: Kia keeps a large, serrated hunting knife strapped to his belt. The knife itself is very old. The handle is a dark, polished wood, of which he can no longer remember the source, and the blade is a mixture of stainless steel and silver.
Origin of Abilities: Kia was turned, way back when, by a feral wolf on a hunting trip. Over time he's risen in his own pack's ranks, as well, as his new pack, and experience and age has granted him abilities that most younger wolves don't have, or even most ordinary elders. Being an alpha seems to have granted him additional power.
Weaknesses: Kia's fairly short tempered, and not always the best diplomat. While he tries to be fair, he often prefers to get things done through brute force rather than tact. Because of this, he often needs help from his lower downs to keep the peace, which in some eyes, might be seen as weakness. If forced to meet someone alone, and things don't go his way, it's likely that things would end in a fight, and a bloody one at that.
Kia has a weakness in his right knee, from where the wolf that turned him savaged him before he killed it. While his regenerative abilities have helped, and he hides it well, this old wound occasionally causes him great pain, to which he must hide away until it passes, or risk looking weak to rival wolves, or even enemies outside the pack. In battle, though he's fierce, if this knee is hit hard enough, it could seriously debilate him for a while.
Beyond this, while he is fairly tough, and can heal many wounds, if hurt enough, even he can succumb to a gunshot wound or a stabbing. His gung-ho additude and his refusal to retreat may one day be the end of him.
Personalty: Kia is a stubborn, brute of a man. He's not beyond using physical force to end threats or keep lower wolves in line. However, he does try to be fair, when his temper isn't getting the hold of him, and though occasionally he needs to be gently reminded to play nice. He's a very dominant personality.
Background: Kia was born into the Lycanthrope world, to a human mother ( though not for long ) and a Wolf of a Father. He was born to a large family pack in Scotland, and grew up there on the more isolated Isle of Arran, where his pack and their secret was well protected. Being set deep in the wilds, as well as having owned the land for many a generation allowed Kia's family to keep the outside world out, save for very special individuals, like Kia's mother. As Kia grew from boy into man, though, he found himself growing curious about the outside world, and despite his father's rage, he broke from the pack and elected to travel to america.
At first he found life in America to be to his liking. There were plenty of opportunities for a hard working man like him, as well as many sights to see and people to meet. He settled off the coast of Maine for a while, working as a fisherman, as well as other odd jobs here and there--- enough to keep a single man like him afloat. However, as Kia got older, he found his new found life becoming stagnant, and he began to long for family, for pack, and for thrill of the wilds. Beyond that, with the local economy beginning to struggle, good work was getting harder and harder to find.
He was beginning to think there was no hope when news of Timbre Ridge and it's floundering and leaderless pack reached him through a cousin of his. News travels fast amongst wolves, and he knew that, while he longed for a pack, he would never again be content under the rule of another if he rejoined his fathers. Timbre Ridge's pack was an excellent opportunity, and he was determined to sieze it.
Base of Operations: Timbre Ridge
Criminal Record: N/A