Post by Alexander Moroz on Apr 16, 2013 21:37:16 GMT -5
Alexander Pavlo Moroz
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
name Alexander Pavlo MorozI DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknames Alex if you must.
gender Boy
playby Hugh Jackman
age 53 March 12
year n/a
wand n/a
& I WANNA BE FREE.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
appearance Matt is a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, maybe a flannel or a button-down every once in a while. Since he likes to go running he wears clothes that aren't a great loss if they rip or get dirty.
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.
dislikes Ignorance, cockiness, pointless arguments, noisy crowds,
strengths In the prime of his life, patient man, well-trained, quick thinking, very aware of himself
weaknesses Smart mouthed, likes alcohol a little more than he should, lacking magical ability, ambivalent towards a lot of things
personality
Slow to anger
laid back
joking in nature
intelligent
observant
ambivalent towards vampires
loner
trustworthy
charismatic
courteous
confident
precise
sarcastic
adaptable
hardy
high self control
tolerant
self-aware
fearless
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
parents Father: Mikhail Yuriy Moroz Age 81 RetiredMother: Natalka Oxanna Moroz (nee Kozel) deceased
siblings Alexander is an only child because his parents didn't want to risk having another child afflicted with the wolf gene.
birthplace Kiev, Ukraine
hometown Kiev, Ukraine
ethnicity Ukrainian, Alexander's also spent a lot of time in Romania
blood Muggle Werewolf
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
age 20
experience 4 months now
password Accepted - Admin Edited
anything else? This character was thought up by Centara but I will be playing him.
sample
Alexander walked slowly down the main road in the little town in Romania he had been living in. The countryside was slowly starting to thaw out, so all he wore over top of his everyday clothes was a plain, grey zip up sweatshirt. He glanced to his left and noticed that the building his grandfather used to live in had finally been condemned. It was about time really; the building was barely standing anymore. He reached the edge of town, but continued walking at his leisurely pace. He wasn't afraid of the forest that was next to the town like the rest of its inhabitants. They all said that this forest was dangerous, people go in and never come out all the time. He chuckled at the thought of the dangers, if only they knew.
It had been a long week and Alexander had every intention of running it off. He came to a stop next to an old birch tree with four long gauges on the north side of the trunk. This was the marker tree, it meant that it was deep enough into the forest to shift and there was a cubby to store clothes for after a run. He began to strip down, shivering slightly as the cool air of the evening caught the newly exposed flesh.
Once he had folded and placed his clothing into the hole a the base of the trunk, he stood and rolled his shoulders and neck. He took a deep breath and on the exhale he let the wolf take over. Shifting was a pain unlike anything he could ever describe, but as he got older it became easier to overcome. At this point in his life the shift was over by the time his front claws hit the ground. He had decided on the walk over that he would allow a full shift for this run; sometimes a half shift would suffice, but he was feeling a necessity for a full one. As skin ripped apart and recovered other areas and bones snapped and rearranged, he gritted his teeth and remained standing. As his hips and spine adjusted to having a tail and walking on all fours he allowed himself to tip forwards. His claws made small marks in the earth and after a few more moments he was changed. He blinked his eyes and stretched the sore muscles. There was no scent of other wolves in the immediate area, so he picked a direction away from town that suited his fancy, and ran.
It had been a long week and Alexander had every intention of running it off. He came to a stop next to an old birch tree with four long gauges on the north side of the trunk. This was the marker tree, it meant that it was deep enough into the forest to shift and there was a cubby to store clothes for after a run. He began to strip down, shivering slightly as the cool air of the evening caught the newly exposed flesh.
Once he had folded and placed his clothing into the hole a the base of the trunk, he stood and rolled his shoulders and neck. He took a deep breath and on the exhale he let the wolf take over. Shifting was a pain unlike anything he could ever describe, but as he got older it became easier to overcome. At this point in his life the shift was over by the time his front claws hit the ground. He had decided on the walk over that he would allow a full shift for this run; sometimes a half shift would suffice, but he was feeling a necessity for a full one. As skin ripped apart and recovered other areas and bones snapped and rearranged, he gritted his teeth and remained standing. As his hips and spine adjusted to having a tail and walking on all fours he allowed himself to tip forwards. His claws made small marks in the earth and after a few more moments he was changed. He blinked his eyes and stretched the sore muscles. There was no scent of other wolves in the immediate area, so he picked a direction away from town that suited his fancy, and ran.
