Post by SYLVESTER KALKREUTH on Dec 16, 2014 20:11:36 GMT -5
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when the end has come
Age - twenty
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Grey asexual
Faceclaim - Heishi Otomura from NORN9
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Grey asexual
Faceclaim - Heishi Otomura from NORN9
buildings falling down fast
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dried up all the sea
Throughout history there have been stories of lycanthropy, most commonly werewolves. Subject to the cycles of the moon, werewolves are compelled to shift into a beastly wolf form at the full moon. In the same vein, they are less psychically powerful and resilient during the new moon. During their shift, they are self-aware but more inclined to behave in an animal-like fashion. While some werewolves embrace this call to wildness, others lock themselves away for the duration of the shift to avoid causing any possible problems or harm. As spoken up in lore, they are severely vulnerable to silver. They cannot break bonds of silver, even though they are several times stronger then a human being and weapons made of silver leave lasting damage. If lodged in their bodies silver can even poison them. While they can certainly be killed prematurely, their natural lifespan is easily twice that of a human. But werewolf is only half of Sylvester's genetic makeup.
Stories of fae beings have been found in every corner of the world and most of these ancient stories have some small seed of truth. From the sidhe of Ireland to the menehune of Hawai'i, nearly every culture has their own lore. Sylvester's other genetic half is from the moors of Germany; the fairy hounds. These fae creatures resemble lean canines. Like many of the fairy breeds, fae hounds are vulnerable to iron. They can be warded away with it and the mere touch of it can cause severe burns to their flesh. All in all they are seen as omens of either good or ill, but tend not to have much with humans or even other species. Generally insular, they have a pack mentality and an uncanny ability to make themselves scarce. They've been around the whole of history and have kept under the radar quite nicely. A fairy hound can live for centuries and when they die their body fades like fog on a sunny afternoon.
In Sylvester these two lineages blend. He is weak to both iron and silver, though not to such a degree. He is compelled to change at the full moon but the transition is easier for him than most and while he is more wild he is also more quiet. He is also able to easily shift at will. His bestial shape is more svelte and less wolf-like than than that of a true werewolf and while he possess less physical strength he is much more agile. He's still young so it will be several decades at the least before his lifespan is known.
Stories of fae beings have been found in every corner of the world and most of these ancient stories have some small seed of truth. From the sidhe of Ireland to the menehune of Hawai'i, nearly every culture has their own lore. Sylvester's other genetic half is from the moors of Germany; the fairy hounds. These fae creatures resemble lean canines. Like many of the fairy breeds, fae hounds are vulnerable to iron. They can be warded away with it and the mere touch of it can cause severe burns to their flesh. All in all they are seen as omens of either good or ill, but tend not to have much with humans or even other species. Generally insular, they have a pack mentality and an uncanny ability to make themselves scarce. They've been around the whole of history and have kept under the radar quite nicely. A fairy hound can live for centuries and when they die their body fades like fog on a sunny afternoon.
In Sylvester these two lineages blend. He is weak to both iron and silver, though not to such a degree. He is compelled to change at the full moon but the transition is easier for him than most and while he is more wild he is also more quiet. He is also able to easily shift at will. His bestial shape is more svelte and less wolf-like than than that of a true werewolf and while he possess less physical strength he is much more agile. He's still young so it will be several decades at the least before his lifespan is known.
when everyone has lost their heads
Spawned in a night of passion between a werewolf and a German faerie hound, Sylvester wasn't quite the most usual of werewolf children. He was born a canine, and remained a canine until the age of about four, when his mother suddenly dropped him on his father's doorstep. He had begun shifting and was already far too wolfish to blend in with the rest of the pack. It was one thing when he was still a pup, but as he grew it became clear that he was unsuited for the life of a fae hound.
So all of a sudden, he found himself living with a man he'd never met in a world he had no idea how to navigate. After all, the city of Ashmill had nothing in common with the moors of Germany. Luckily he was young enough to adapt easily and his father was receptive to rearing this half-breed baby of his.
With all the troubles and confusion about magic and non-humans, Syl's father taught him how to pass as human, even as he himself struggled to do so. He was still fairly new to this dimension and was highly uneasy with all the human hostility. Nevertheless, he did all he could to raise his son, to protect him.
These days, Sylvester is a high school graduate, working at a coffee shop and staying under the radar.
So all of a sudden, he found himself living with a man he'd never met in a world he had no idea how to navigate. After all, the city of Ashmill had nothing in common with the moors of Germany. Luckily he was young enough to adapt easily and his father was receptive to rearing this half-breed baby of his.
With all the troubles and confusion about magic and non-humans, Syl's father taught him how to pass as human, even as he himself struggled to do so. He was still fairly new to this dimension and was highly uneasy with all the human hostility. Nevertheless, he did all he could to raise his son, to protect him.
These days, Sylvester is a high school graduate, working at a coffee shop and staying under the radar.
your shadow lives on without you
OOC Name - Sorrel
Age - 27
Other Characters - n/a
Roleplay Sample -
Age - 27
Other Characters - n/a
Roleplay Sample -
Under usual circumstances, Ikue would never have even thought to test the possibility of something as silly as actual magical powers. The very idea was completely absurd. But today was anything but "usual circumstances" and she had considered all sorts of things in the past several minutes since her quite horrible transformation into a damned magical girl, of all things.
She tugged self consciously on the hem of of poofy pink skirt and nodded to Natsuki. "I won't go crazy," she promised. "Well, crazier. I'm pretty sure turning into a magical girl is a sure sign of absolute insanity," she muttered bitterly. "Damn him..." she added in a barely audible voice.
Before either of the girls could do or say another thing, the clothes Ikue wore began to glow with that same sullen red that had previously graced her hand. She gasped and looked down at herself as the very threads of the clothing seemed to become incandescent. She covered her eyes with her right forearm as the glow suddenly flared to nearly blinding.
"Gah!" she exclaimed, staggering slightly as she felt disoriented all of a sudden. When the dazzle spots cleared from her eyes she found that she as once again dressed in her usual butler's tux. She had returned to her former height as well. Everything seemed back to normal except for the lingering memories.
Then she jolted bolt upright, panting heavily. "What the fuck?" she asked aloud, looking around. She was neither dressed in a magical girl outfit nor in her butler's tux. She was in a comfortable pair of PJ pants and a wife beater, on the floor, in a sleeping bag. Looking around she saw Natsuki curled up near by, "Natsuki-chan," she hissed. "Na-tsu-ki!" She reached over to shake her friend's shoulder. "Wake up wake up, I just had the craziest dream..."
She tugged self consciously on the hem of of poofy pink skirt and nodded to Natsuki. "I won't go crazy," she promised. "Well, crazier. I'm pretty sure turning into a magical girl is a sure sign of absolute insanity," she muttered bitterly. "Damn him..." she added in a barely audible voice.
Before either of the girls could do or say another thing, the clothes Ikue wore began to glow with that same sullen red that had previously graced her hand. She gasped and looked down at herself as the very threads of the clothing seemed to become incandescent. She covered her eyes with her right forearm as the glow suddenly flared to nearly blinding.
"Gah!" she exclaimed, staggering slightly as she felt disoriented all of a sudden. When the dazzle spots cleared from her eyes she found that she as once again dressed in her usual butler's tux. She had returned to her former height as well. Everything seemed back to normal except for the lingering memories.
Then she jolted bolt upright, panting heavily. "What the fuck?" she asked aloud, looking around. She was neither dressed in a magical girl outfit nor in her butler's tux. She was in a comfortable pair of PJ pants and a wife beater, on the floor, in a sleeping bag. Looking around she saw Natsuki curled up near by, "Natsuki-chan," she hissed. "Na-tsu-ki!" She reached over to shake her friend's shoulder. "Wake up wake up, I just had the craziest dream..."
