Post by evi on Nov 24, 2008 0:33:46 GMT -5
Character Name: Atlas Brewster
Gender: Male
Age: 16 years
Species: Werewolf
Physical Description: Short, stocky, and a bit overweight. His hair is just long enough that it does not stand straight, and although it is brown, it has been dyed an unnatural-looking shade of golden blond. As a wolf, he retains some of his weight and height, and has short fur, which is a combination of greys, blacks, creams, and browns.
Personality: Atlas is theatrical to the last, and can often be seen miming or acting when bored. He is actually quite bright, and is glad to have an intelligent conversation. Atlas is undaunted by aggression, and will continue on gladly. Even vampires cannot bring about a serious attitude from him – he will fight and kill just as cheerily as ever.
Strengths: Clever. He can be charismatic and charming providing he is serious.
Weaknesses: Slow and weak compared to other werewolves.
History: He is only very distantly Quileute. Atlas grew up in Spokane, but upon turning he left his family and traveled to Forks.
Family: Julie Brewster, mother
Floyd, brother (14 years)
Role Playing Example:
The woods were quiet this morning. Too few birds sang, and not a single deer dared to search for food, not one chipmunk ventured outside. Of course, there was a reason for this.
His paws hit the layers of decaying leaves like hundred-pound weights. Dim grey light filtered through the trees to the mossy ground. Atlas stopped as a drop of water hit his long muzzle. Another rainy day in Forks.
He had been instructed to come here by something... someone. Someone like him, a wolf. But the woods were empty, devoid of life as the giant carnivore stood out so openly, walking too loudly. He was starving, but how was he supposed to eat? He couldn’t try to kill something in the forest if he even wanted to. Atlas had already been stuck as a wolf for the past ten days, and it was looking as though he might remain one forever.
Gender: Male
Age: 16 years
Species: Werewolf
Physical Description: Short, stocky, and a bit overweight. His hair is just long enough that it does not stand straight, and although it is brown, it has been dyed an unnatural-looking shade of golden blond. As a wolf, he retains some of his weight and height, and has short fur, which is a combination of greys, blacks, creams, and browns.
Personality: Atlas is theatrical to the last, and can often be seen miming or acting when bored. He is actually quite bright, and is glad to have an intelligent conversation. Atlas is undaunted by aggression, and will continue on gladly. Even vampires cannot bring about a serious attitude from him – he will fight and kill just as cheerily as ever.
Strengths: Clever. He can be charismatic and charming providing he is serious.
Weaknesses: Slow and weak compared to other werewolves.
History: He is only very distantly Quileute. Atlas grew up in Spokane, but upon turning he left his family and traveled to Forks.
Family: Julie Brewster, mother
Floyd, brother (14 years)
Role Playing Example:
The woods were quiet this morning. Too few birds sang, and not a single deer dared to search for food, not one chipmunk ventured outside. Of course, there was a reason for this.
His paws hit the layers of decaying leaves like hundred-pound weights. Dim grey light filtered through the trees to the mossy ground. Atlas stopped as a drop of water hit his long muzzle. Another rainy day in Forks.
He had been instructed to come here by something... someone. Someone like him, a wolf. But the woods were empty, devoid of life as the giant carnivore stood out so openly, walking too loudly. He was starving, but how was he supposed to eat? He couldn’t try to kill something in the forest if he even wanted to. Atlas had already been stuck as a wolf for the past ten days, and it was looking as though he might remain one forever.
