Post by Remus Wolfe on Jun 20, 2009 11:41:40 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Souless
CONTACT: MSN or Email (Brougkl04@juniata.edu)
GENDER: -
AGE: 23
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 6 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
HOW YOU FOUND US: Through a friend.
Remus Wolfe
Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveler.
The Soul is the Guide
Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
NAME: Souless
CONTACT: MSN or Email (Brougkl04@juniata.edu)
GENDER: -
AGE: 23
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 6 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
HOW YOU FOUND US: Through a friend.
Remus Wolfe
Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveler.
The Soul is the Guide
Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
character basics
NICKNAMES: Remus, Steel
AGE: 45
GROUP: Somnium Staff
BIRTHDAY: November 13
OCCUPATION Grounds Keeper, Security
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Liev Schreiberappearance
Standing 6’3, Remus is not a man you would wish to get into a brawl with. It is quite obvious that he spends his free time in the weight room. He is heavily muscled, though not freakishly so, his build is solid. The corded muscle lays beneath a weathered, bronzed exterior. His dark hair is cropped short, extending down to connect with his short beard. Graying hair has begun to make its appearance at the corners of his mouth, as well as his temples. His eyes are dark, though he carries a solitary gaze. His hands are large, calloused paws, seeming to fit with the rest of his brawny frame. Broad, heavy shoulders are supported by a barrel chest. Dog tags can sometimes be visible from beneath his shirt. Upon his right bicep the Navy SEAL logo is inked into his flesh; the symbol of the eagle, baring a trident upon an anchor. He also sports some shrapnel wounds and a surgical scar on his left side.personality
A man among men. Having been in the Navy, Remus has a solid fascination with firearms, blades, combat of any kind. He practices daily, honing his mind and body. While not religious, he is an oddly spiritual man, holding the belief that there is an inner light within all life. His past being as it was, he has little regard to family, or such relationship, seeming to prefer being alone. He enjoys the solitude that his duties in the academy bring him, though at times he would seem almost lonely. Deep within his soul, he yearns for that which he never got the chance to have. A family. He seems to have a soft spot for these troubled kids, as he himself had been in similar situations. In his eyes, the school children are his flock, and he their guardian. No one has ever looked out for him in his life, perhaps he feels some responsibility for looking after the children, even if it is nothing but the watchful eye of the groundskeeper. He expects nothing in return, and would not want anything, for he knows that the only one that he can truly count on is himself.
Not outgoing by any means, Remus may almost seem unapproachable. Though his enjoyment of gardening would come as a strange hobby for a large, ex-military man. He is caring, humorous, if not a bit rough with those who get to know him, but to those who do not know him as well, he can come off as standoffish. He is fiercely loyal, and there is no doubt that he would not hesitate to take a bullet for any one of the children or staff of the school.
Remus can be harsh, brash, rude, and blunt at times, but he means well and does his best to ensure the children are in line, and do not make the same mistakes as he had in his youth.family & history
FATHER: Unknown.
MOTHER: Celia Wolfe (Deceased).
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHER FAMILY: None.
HISTORY:
As far as Remus could remember, he was an orphan. A rainy evening in November, in the heart of Chicago, Illinois Remus was brought into the world. His mother passed away during childbirth, leaving him with no home to grow up in. He was quickly placed in foster care, bouncing from home to home and never staying in one place long enough to care. His young years were troubled ones, having grown up in so many different homes around the heart of Chicago. At the age of sixteen, he abandoned his foster family, dropping out of school and began working odd jobs, sleeping where he could, eating when he could pay for it.
At the age of 18, Remus joined the US Navy, and was shipped off to boot camp in Texas, where he graduated at the top of his class. Seeing the young man’s potential, Remus was selected as one of the elite to join the program for the training of Navy SEALs. Through the years Remus worked his way up, becoming a Lieutenant in the US Navy, retaining his reputation as a rather fearsome warrior. Even as he became a higher ranked SEAL, Remus continued to pursue status within the Navy.
But his dreams were not to be. Not but a year ago, Remus was injured in combat. A roadside bomb in a hostile country left Remus with heavy shrapnel in his left side, as well as a chunk of steel within his kidney. He was quickly evacuated to the nearest medical facility, though his kidney had suffered irreparable damage and was removed shortly after. With only one functioning kidney, Remus was no unable to serve the rest of his tour as a SEAL and was honorably discharged from the US Navy.
Enraged at the Navy’s decision, but unable to change his fate, Remus left his country behind, flying across the Atlantic to England where he now fills the position of Groundskeeper.dream form
Name: "Steel" Remus Wolfe
Age: 287
Race: Pureblood Lycanthrope
Height: 6'5
Build: heavily muscular
Appears: Mid 40's
Description:
As a pureblood, Steel has three natural forms: Human, Wolf, and Hybrid.
Human
This man stands tall, dark, and foreboding. His massive, muscular frame dwarfs most others. Heavy shoulders set upon a wondrous chest, each muscle sculpted beneath the weathered, bronzed skin. Should he be without his shirt, two heavy gold rings are pierced through his nipples, his washboard abs as though they were sculpted by an artisan. However, he sports a rather long disfiguring scar on the left side of his body. The skin around the wound warped, deforming the solid muscle beneath. Obviously a major wound at one point in his life, now just a memory. Corded muscle clings to his arms, the veins of the limbs standing out against the flesh. Upon each shoulder rests a vampiric rune, a brand into the skin. Upon his right bicep, a serpent, mouth agape baring long fangs, coils around the brutish muscle. His arms are a solid as pure marble. The tattoo of the full moon marks his left forearm, lycanthropic runes surrounding the circumference of the lunar depiction. His hands are massive, easily dwarfing a normal man's. The large paws are calloused and rough and upon his right ring finger he wears a heavy gold ring, beset with a blood red ruby. His back is as wondrously sculpted as his front, a poem, written in elvish is elegantly and ornately tattooed across his entire back. It reads:
Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveler.
The Soul is the Guide
Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
His thighs are thick, solid trunks, baring the weight of his large person. the image of two tribal wolves is inked upon his left calf, the two beasts raising their heads and howling. Small scars litter his body.
His face is rugged, unshaven. He sports a hard jaw line, always a charcoal five o'clock shadow present. Overall, he is a handsome man, for his age. A black patch covers one eye, the other eye a brilliant golden color, a feral glint in the orb. If he would reveal the eye beneath the patch a scar runs across it, rendering the orb a milky white. Should he reveal his teeth, the canines are slightly pointed, though not enough to be vampiric. His ears are slightly pointed, the right carrying two golden rings. A mane of dark, charcoal hair falls down past his shoulders. The rich dark hue, flecked with strands of graying hair. His voice, should he speak is rough, like a man who has seen more of his fair share of alcohol and tobacco. The scent of both clings to him, masked slightly by expensive cologne. Around his neck he wears an obsidian talisman, a black tooth of some long dead beast, though should anyone be able to sense enchantment the charm is heavily imbued with the arcane.
Wolf
Steel’s wolven form is that of a massive charcoal wolf. The top of his head comes to the chest of most average sized men. His eyes are a piercing gold.
Hybrid
Standing a bit over 7.5 feet tall, covered in dark charcoal fur, this lycanthrope is a fearsome sight. He is heavily muscled, the cords rippling beneath the course, shining fur. His golden eyes gleam with intelligence. Digitigrade legs are finished with wickedly sharp, obsidian talons, the same as his fingers. The scars and brands he sports in his human form also show in his wolf and hybrid forms.
