Post by William Shaw on Sept 14, 2009 9:53:01 GMT -5
William Shaw
25 male self-doubting born wolf
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WHAT CAN YOU DO?As a born werewolf, William Shaw has the ability to change between his human form and wolf form at will, although while a wolf he lacks the self-control of the elders of his species, leaving him driven by emotion and animal instinct. Believing himself dangerous, William does his best to restrain his transformations, although the longer he goes without a change the closer to the surface his inner animal becomes.
As a human, William's curse grants him heightened strength, speed, and impeccable senses, especially in the areas of taste, sight, hearing and smell. As a wolf he retains these traits, and gains an increase to his speed, heightened durability, fangs and claws.
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Appearance- Standing at 6'3', the broad shouldered and well toned William towers above many, his natural height and build hugely imposing, a far cry from his soft and shy nature. His face, while chiseled and handsome is remarkably expressionate. When angered his high cheek bones and dark eyes convey a dark displeasure, but when happy he has a charming and boyish smile. Brown hair, lengthy and messy, gives him a careless quality, matching his thick set stubble, tracing the line of a full beard.
Style- Style isn't a word that really fits William. He cares little for fashions and current trends, preffering comfort and function to iconography. He tends to rip jeans and plain t-shirts, occasionally swapping the latter out for simple shirts with rolled sleeves. He favors boots to trainers, and wears a number of personal effects from basic bracelets to beaded necklaces.
Personality- William is, for the most part, a shy young man. He, as a born wolf, knows of his curse and experiences the changes, and is terrified of himself. He does his best to control his changes, and keep himself human, but the longer he goes without a transformation, the more animalistic his motions become. Therefore he attempts to transfigure himself as far from civilization as possible, and does his best to keep transformations as short as possible. When feeling his best, William can be kind and caring, with a humorous personality. He likes to believe himself to be good company.
Likes-
= Sleep
= A number of meats, his favourite being steaks
= Attractive, smart women
= Being accepted
= The wild, full of its natural beauty and wide open spaces
Dislikes-
= Lonesomeness
= His family
= His curse
= Vampires {they smell awful}
= Fearing himself
History- William Shaw was born to a single woman, who died shortly after giving birth, suffering grevious wounds at the hands of another wolf, Williams father. Taken away and adopted, he was raised completely unaware of his curse, until he began suffering body pains and having animalistic thoughts throughout his 6th birthday.
His first transformation was on his 8th birthday, coincidently the day he met his natural father for the first time. Attempting to control himself, he tried to reign in his bloodlust, whereas his father attempted to encourage it. When his son refused to kill his adopted parents, his father did, and left him alone once again.
William then wondered the world for some time, learning how to control his rages and transformations. He has recentl settled in New York, believing it to be his ultimate test. If he can control himself around the millions of human inhabitants of the city, he is ready to become one of them.
Deep down, he knows that his father will make an appearance again, although he knows little of his true motives.wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Ed, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Jared Leto. i've been doing this for sixish years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- The high pitched whine of the alarm on Samara's phone cut through her deep sleep, feeling like a lance through her temples. She groggily reached out from under the duvet, pawing at the side table in a vain hope to hit snooze, but all her fingers found were the bedside's wooden surface. Groaning, she sat up, hurling her covers off her, glaring through heavily lidded eyes at the sunlit room she was in, angry at everyone and anything that disturbed her sleep.
Peering around, she couldn't see her phone anywhere close to her, which meant she'd have to get up. With a pitiful moan, she swung her legs out of the bed and stumbled into an upright position, teetering for a few moments before wobbling off to the source of the noise.
The little pink mobile lay face up on the table that housed the coffee machine, a small fridge, and her hairdryer. She picked up the handset without even a little grace, using her free hand to cover her eyes as the screens bright colors blared at her, re-enforcing the alarms message of 'GET UP!'
She lazily thumbed the 'off' button, and the alarm screen disappeared, leaving a scrolling message of 'Get up Samara! You're meeting Aidan at 9!' Another moan. That meant she couldn't get back into bed. It meant she had to get ready. Throwing her phone back onto her bed, she ambled off into the dark bathroom, hitting the light switch numerous times before it came on.
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Forty-five minutes later, Samara was washed, cleaned, and slightly more refreshed. Her makeup had been applied, especially around her eyes, covering up her bags from her lack of sleep. They highlighted in black, close to panda-like, stopped from being so by slight shaping. Instead of looking like a goth, it enhanced her pale skin, her high cheekbones. Her nails had been painted, same color, she liked to match. Hair was straightened, as she couldn't be bothered to curl it again, and her clothes were on, picked out to look alluring (she was going to see Aidan after all) while not overtly slutty. She stuck to a black v neck shirt, of satin material, with a pair of skinny black jeans, over which she wore the smallest and skimpiest skirt she could find in her case. She finished the look off with a pair of Irregular Choice shoes, ankle boots with folded down flaps, stripes on the inner material of the fold, alternating white and black.
Picking up her handbag, she carelessly threw some cosmetics into it, followed by her purse, her hotel key, and her phone. She draped her leather coat over her fore arm, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door, stopping only to give herself the once over in the mirror. She would do.
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It was chilly outside, to say the least. As she exited from the hotel, part of her wished she was still under her duvet, tucked in, nice and warm. The other half told her that Aidan wouldn't be there though, and wouldn't ever be unless she made the effort now. That thought kept her going.
She replayed the events of the past day in her head, the whirlwind that it was, and tried to work out answers to any of the questions Aidan would ask her.
She noticed the place across the street almost instantly, and, while waiting for the lights to change, looked around her. No sign of Aidan yet. Good, that meant she wasn't late.
It took a good minute or two for the cars to come to a halt at a red, and she crossed as quickly as she could, the heels of her boots clacking on the concrete of the road. Her approach to the place from there was easy. Head straight, even she could do that, no matter how directionally challenged she was.
On reaching to door she looked about her, still no Aidan. Peering through the window, she decided he wasn't on the inside either. So she pushed open the door and went straight in, looking for a suitable table, one that was out of the way, one that would deter eavesdroppers.
The decor was a little dark, a little run down. While the place was clean, it had clearly seen better days, and the lighting needed serious work, the dull lamps doing little to lift the mood of the place. She picked a table out on is own, furthest from the door, close to a small corridor that looked to lead to a fire door, which in turn lead into an alleyway out back. Perfect.
She took a seat, waiting for one of the waitresses, folding her legs over at the knee. Reaching for her bag, for her phone, she pulled it out and opened up her sms screen.
It wasn't a long message, she just wanted to let Aidan know she was still alive, and still actually meeting him. It read
'Hey. I'm in the shop. Can't really miss me. Its quiet! Got us a table away from the rest. See you soon. S X'
She wasn't quite sure how many kisses to put at the end of her text. She had originally put three, but then that looked a little desperate. Two had looked bad because it looked as though the second was just an afterthought. One looked lonely.
The agony of choice.
She pressed send, and then chose the number Aidan had given her the day before. Before she confirmed her choice, she went back to the message, change the single X to an XxX. In her head, it looked less desperate, and more friendly.
Smiling, she sent it, and then sat back in her chair, eyes wide but slightly dulled by sleep.
Where the hell was that waitress?!
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did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.