Post by Kip "Wolfson" Van Tassel on Aug 10, 2010 22:04:06 GMT
Original Character Application:
Name: Kip "Wolfson" Van Tassel
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relatives - Living or Dead: Ever since he turned, he can't remember any.
Hometown ( if not originally from Bon Temps): Tara, Ireland
Relationship Status: Single
Race: Werewolf
Employment: n/a
Personality: Wolfson is someone who expects nothing but the best. Along with his blinkers that are usually blinding him to the rest of the world, he can be considered cold and sometimes judgmental. Although a young man really, Wolfson has very traditional views and expectations to anyone who crosses his path. It may not come cross under his veil of mischief, but he is a commander at heart. He can’t be done with getting to know people (although on the outside a charmer), or their excuses. He has a cold, sarcastic approach to people; often hurting feelings as easily as breathing air. Other then that, he is curious, mischievous and often a charmer, even to men and women alike. He uses his low Irish accent to his advantage, making him seem more of a creature from heaven then a devil at heart. Wolfson used to be a snobbish kid called Kip, till the day he turned, and now his personality is very much primeval, animalistic with earthly charms that seems to work their magic on almost everyone. Wolfson wears a mask of a seductive nature, most girls would think him to want in get in their pants, but he’d rather get under their skin and taste the meat coiled beneath. A master of deviance.
Wolfson is rather tall, slim frame with a head that looks slightly too big for his body. He has a proud, snobbish look about him, posture grand and oozing authority, mainly when talking. His hair is messy although it is in a stylish way, his appearance and image is important to him when creating his impact to the world. He has animalistic features, a wild rugged edge to his smartness that many find sinister. A long pin-striped trench coat is found residing on his body, along with any royal colors to match his persona. Olives, and greens are mainly used. He’s even sometimes caught with a slender black cane.
Strengths: Devious, Charming, Fast
Weakness: Tunnel vision, Love, Vanity, Temper, Woman's flesh
Abilities: Can shape into a wolf at will, most power submitted from the moon.
Biography: Kip Van Tassel, a young nobleman was brought up as secret pagan in the Catholic ruled country of Ireland. His high status family was none other then one of the many secret cults rebelling against the order, and this made the man fresh with the dark callings. His parents always made him feel special, which could relate to his super ego, and being one of the top members in the druids he truly was made to feel like a prince. And he expected it. With a Celtic flare, Kip was never one to be unpopular, an affluent lifestyle, especially with his renowned skills of free running and elegant combat; he was a vain young seductive aristocrat. Kip was one to step out of the world and be something else and the probability of fame, fortune and woman that lay in the mists of America, he brought his egotistical persona into the hands of it.
Acting on his sinful urges and the dwellings of his given religion, he found the ability to be able to transform himself into a given animal at will. He used this, but this vainglorious guy only laid himself flat down to the demons of the wronged spell and made himself create an almost alter ego called Wolfson. Given the power of morphing into a wolf, his personality has taken a knock from the animalistic qualities, making him have urges humans don’t. For flesh. Returning to one of his many sinful pleasures, he nearly had his first victim, Little Red, in his gut, and seeing the power in him he would be considered one of the many werewolves that prowl the land. He is the tale of the Big Bad Wolf. He is Wolfson, the big bad wolf.
RP Sample:
Clad all in his usual trench coat, Wolfson's clothes looked like they hadn't been changed since the last time he had he'd been to the bar, yet somehow, they looked immaculate. The only thing to set him apart from the rest of the human race was the look of death about him, a wild widerness making him appear other worldly. It was not the colouring of his skin, nor the condition of his physical form, but rather the fact that somehow, the gift of life seemed to have been snatched away from him. He, himself may have been one of the most foul creatures ever to set foot through that time, but that did nothing to impact upon his intelligence or his ablitity to charm. In fact, to access such otherwordly brilliance, the mind simply needed to break, allowing unknown forces within the universe, too powerful to comprehend, to offer a minimal amount of their everlasting power to those whom were 'broken'. Like a fracture in a pane of glass, a split in the mind was all that was required to gain that little bit of the power of the ages, whether or not it was wanted. Doyle had often wondered exactly what that entity was, but not even the Devil couldnt begin to explain to him. He didn't even think such a thing had a name. But whatever it was, it wanted this diabolical realm to succeed. It wanted to destroy all harmony in the universe, and better still?
Name: Kip "Wolfson" Van Tassel
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relatives - Living or Dead: Ever since he turned, he can't remember any.
Hometown ( if not originally from Bon Temps): Tara, Ireland
Relationship Status: Single
Race: Werewolf
Employment: n/a
Personality: Wolfson is someone who expects nothing but the best. Along with his blinkers that are usually blinding him to the rest of the world, he can be considered cold and sometimes judgmental. Although a young man really, Wolfson has very traditional views and expectations to anyone who crosses his path. It may not come cross under his veil of mischief, but he is a commander at heart. He can’t be done with getting to know people (although on the outside a charmer), or their excuses. He has a cold, sarcastic approach to people; often hurting feelings as easily as breathing air. Other then that, he is curious, mischievous and often a charmer, even to men and women alike. He uses his low Irish accent to his advantage, making him seem more of a creature from heaven then a devil at heart. Wolfson used to be a snobbish kid called Kip, till the day he turned, and now his personality is very much primeval, animalistic with earthly charms that seems to work their magic on almost everyone. Wolfson wears a mask of a seductive nature, most girls would think him to want in get in their pants, but he’d rather get under their skin and taste the meat coiled beneath. A master of deviance.
Wolfson is rather tall, slim frame with a head that looks slightly too big for his body. He has a proud, snobbish look about him, posture grand and oozing authority, mainly when talking. His hair is messy although it is in a stylish way, his appearance and image is important to him when creating his impact to the world. He has animalistic features, a wild rugged edge to his smartness that many find sinister. A long pin-striped trench coat is found residing on his body, along with any royal colors to match his persona. Olives, and greens are mainly used. He’s even sometimes caught with a slender black cane.
Strengths: Devious, Charming, Fast
Weakness: Tunnel vision, Love, Vanity, Temper, Woman's flesh
Abilities: Can shape into a wolf at will, most power submitted from the moon.
Biography: Kip Van Tassel, a young nobleman was brought up as secret pagan in the Catholic ruled country of Ireland. His high status family was none other then one of the many secret cults rebelling against the order, and this made the man fresh with the dark callings. His parents always made him feel special, which could relate to his super ego, and being one of the top members in the druids he truly was made to feel like a prince. And he expected it. With a Celtic flare, Kip was never one to be unpopular, an affluent lifestyle, especially with his renowned skills of free running and elegant combat; he was a vain young seductive aristocrat. Kip was one to step out of the world and be something else and the probability of fame, fortune and woman that lay in the mists of America, he brought his egotistical persona into the hands of it.
Acting on his sinful urges and the dwellings of his given religion, he found the ability to be able to transform himself into a given animal at will. He used this, but this vainglorious guy only laid himself flat down to the demons of the wronged spell and made himself create an almost alter ego called Wolfson. Given the power of morphing into a wolf, his personality has taken a knock from the animalistic qualities, making him have urges humans don’t. For flesh. Returning to one of his many sinful pleasures, he nearly had his first victim, Little Red, in his gut, and seeing the power in him he would be considered one of the many werewolves that prowl the land. He is the tale of the Big Bad Wolf. He is Wolfson, the big bad wolf.
RP Sample:
Clad all in his usual trench coat, Wolfson's clothes looked like they hadn't been changed since the last time he had he'd been to the bar, yet somehow, they looked immaculate. The only thing to set him apart from the rest of the human race was the look of death about him, a wild widerness making him appear other worldly. It was not the colouring of his skin, nor the condition of his physical form, but rather the fact that somehow, the gift of life seemed to have been snatched away from him. He, himself may have been one of the most foul creatures ever to set foot through that time, but that did nothing to impact upon his intelligence or his ablitity to charm. In fact, to access such otherwordly brilliance, the mind simply needed to break, allowing unknown forces within the universe, too powerful to comprehend, to offer a minimal amount of their everlasting power to those whom were 'broken'. Like a fracture in a pane of glass, a split in the mind was all that was required to gain that little bit of the power of the ages, whether or not it was wanted. Doyle had often wondered exactly what that entity was, but not even the Devil couldnt begin to explain to him. He didn't even think such a thing had a name. But whatever it was, it wanted this diabolical realm to succeed. It wanted to destroy all harmony in the universe, and better still?
