Post by Nathan Ferryl on Jul 5, 2008 2:41:17 GMT -5
-Basic-
Name: Nathan James Ferryll (pronounced Feral)
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Staff Sergeant, Scotland Marine Corps; recently discharged
Species: Werewolf
Hair: Having grown up in highland country, Nathan’s hair is what you would expect from a Scot. His hair is long and surprisingly well kept, falling down a couple inches past his shoulders. His hair color is a dark, near black, brown color with some minor sandy color highlights. When in his werewolf form, his fur is raven black, just like his father.
Eyes: When he is a human, Nathan’s eyes are a stunning glacier blue. Sometimes his eyes almost seem fluorescent in the dark, like glowing blue gems. When he is in his wolf form, his eyes are a burning amber-gold color, like the heart of a fire.
Height: Being of a predominant Celt and Nord descent, he is rather tall. When he is a human, he stands around 6’10”-6’11”, depending whether or not he is slouching. When he Changes he near doubles in size all over his body
(only when he transforms into his Garou form).
Body Structure: Being, again of Celt and Nord descent, he is large, but what really made his body what it is was his time in the military. His body is in peak muscle condition; it needed to be when he was in the military, they would accept no less than above top-par physical performance.
Caucasian
-Personality-
General: At first glance, Nathan may seem like someone who will snap your neck if you make as much as a peep; not so. He is very quiet and internalized; he has been ever since he was a child. Though he may seem as smooth as volcanic rock on the outside, if you can get past the emotional wall he has set up, he is a generally good natured person. Nathan keeps himself inward mostly because when he opens up to people, he gets to know them and have a relationship of some kind with them. He stopped doing so because of the loved ones he has had taken from him or loved ones that have hurt him.
Once he feels he can trust you enough that he can open up to you, you will find him to be your typical Scot. He has a very thick Scottish accent and never turns down a chance for a brew. The good natured side of Nathan is the side one would want to stay on. He is very charismatic in a leader kind of way, he holds leadership skills from when he was a Staff Sergeant in the Corps, using words in a friendly or harsh manner to boost morale and get you motivated.
Likewise, every virtue has a vice; Nathan can get angered very easily, and when he gets angry, watch out. Being a werewolf, Nathan is pre disposed to aggression and anger, as well as rage. The things that send him off the deep end relatively fast are insulting family, friends, and comrades; harassing an innocent child, woman, or animal, and waving a weapon in his face.
Good Qualities: Good with the opposite sex, good with kids, good with animals, natural leader, loyal, devoted, faithful, Scottish accent
Bad Qualities: Easily angered, easily irritated, likes his booze, occasional smoker, “colorful” use of language, trauma/stress flashbacks, nightmares
-History-
Birth: Nathan’s parents were William and Natalie Ferryll, both born and raised in Scotland. William and Natalie met on a high school field trip to the Loch, and things just went up from there. They stayed in contact with each other for years, all the way through college, when they graduated; they dated for a few more years. Suspiciously, both of them would call to cancel dates on a full moon; as fate would have it, they were both lycanthropes as well. They both loved each other very much, so they decided to get married the following year.
William Ferryll was 23, and Natalie MacWulfe was 21 when they got engadged; they married a year later. William’s and Natalie’s eyes were the same color, a stunning glacier blue. Natalie’s hair was a beautiful sandy brown-blonde while William’s hair was a raven black. Their skin was the same Caucasian tone, though Natalie’s had a slightly better tan than her husband. They were both born as werewolves, so their blood was pure; they looked like the best of chocolate when they ran under the moon together; one black as night, while the other was a gorgeous sandy brown.
William and Natalie made the decision to have a baby on their first anniversary, they had wanted a child so bad, but they wanted to wait to see if either of their packs objected. When neither of the packs paid any mind to the matter, the decision was made and they hit the bedroom. After the said nine months of healthy pregnancy, Natalie went into labor on November 13th, 1980. In the city of Galloway at 2:35 in the morning, Natalie brought her son Nathan into the world, healthy as ever and the most precious thing she and her husband had ever held.
Infancy/Toddler: Nathan’s infancy and early childhood were as good as they could get, given the circumstances. His parents loved him very much, his mother and father would sometimes get into little patches of riff-raff deciding who would hold him next. Natalie would sing her baby to sleep every night to the song, “Amazing Grace,” a family favorite. His family did all the best activities with him during his early years, they would go to the parks, have picnics, go fishing, and all that other great stuff.
Nathan loved his parents with every cell of his being, just as they loved him. When he grew older (4), his father would take him out to the zoo every week. Whenever they would go, Nathan would always be drawn to the wolf pen; this made William smile, his son was a werewolf too, he just didn’t know it yet. William shared the news with Natalie, and it took all of their self control to not go upstairs and try to make another. The family was truly as happy as it could possibly be.
Childhood: Nathan’s childhood was as good as his infancy was, his parents loved him just as much, if not more. They would take him places and do things with him that he enjoyed so much, just because he was with his parents. He honestly did not know how he could be happier; he could not even pray for a better life. Unfortunately, it would not last.
When Nathan was eight, his parents hired a babysitter to watch him as they went on a camping trip in the highlands for their anniversary. They would normally take their child, but if they did, they would not be able to do the adult things they wanted to. In the middle of the night, police cars drove up in front of Nathan’s house. They took him to the station for reasons he knew not, but was soon to find out, and it would make his life crumble. The boy was shown pictures of his parents’ campsite, when Nathan saw the photos, he threw up. There was nothing but blood everywhere, the tent was reduced to ribbons and the trees were shredded with bits of flesh hanging from them. He was told it was a wild animal attack, but he knew that it was something else; unbeknownst to William and Natalie when they went camping, they were intruding on a rival pack’s territory, so they were simply torn apart during their love-making. Nathan was sent to an orphanage, his parents had no will set up, so he was sent to the cheapest and most horrid orphan home that existed in all Scotland
Adolescence: Nathan went through elementary and high school in the orphan home. He was bullied relentlessly by kids who were bigger and stronger than he was, but he just took it, bottling it up and internalizing it. Nathan did very well in his school years, despite his parents being dead, but that is why he worked so hard; that is what they would have wanted. Though his studies did well, no one seemed to like him at the orphanage, not even the keepers there. In other words, he struggled socially, feeling the total polar opposite of what he felt as a child. This made him bitter and angry, as well as unbearably miserable. He would go to his room and punch holes in the walls, then cry himself to sleep.
Instead of going to college, Nathan signed up for the Marine Corps. The course was government paid, he got insurance, and he was able to do exercises that allowed him to vent his anger. There Nathan stayed, in the Corps until just recently when he got discharged for mental imbalance an anger control issues.
Turning: The werewolf gene within Nathan reacted to the face of the full moon for the first time when he was in the middle of puberty, as most birth-werewolves do. The hormones in his body, along with the anger he felt towards so many things, the full moon, and the beating he was getting from the bullies at present, awoke the Wolf within. Nathan turned right then and there, his body contorting to all forms of his werewolf existence before taking the form of Garou and letting primal instinct control his body.
Now: Currently, Nathan is wandering. He is wandering with nothing more than the cloths on his back, the cross and dog tags around his neck, and one bag of whatever he needed. He carries around his Desert Eagle that his general was so kind to let him keep, along with his combat knife. He is looking for many things, anything really, anything that would fill up the holes in his life. As of now, Nathan Ferryll is what the other packs call a Ghost Wolf. He is a werewolf that belongs to no pack or tribe, he just wanders the world alone, looking for answers and simply surviving.
Nathan had a dream as of late, a reoccurring dream. It spoke to him in a language that he was not familiar with but he could understand, somehow. The dream showed him other werewolves, slender creatures with long fangs, and the oblivious human population. Being one of the Supernatural, Nathan was not one to question it, he followed the breadcrumb trail of dreams that the ethereal left for him to follow. His path lead to a place called Whispering Drive; he knew that many things awaited him there, which is why he went there. If things awaited him, so was his purpose and his place.
Codeword: ** Accepted **
RP Example: With the clanking of steel soled boots hitting concrete, a man approached a small town, secluded in the mist. The man was large, nearly seven feet in height and had muscles that even showed through his jacket. The jacket he wore was a dark olive green, and army green. It was a well worn jacket with a Staff Sergeant badge sewn onto the left bicep. Around the man’s neck hung a pair of dog tags with a cross, the dog tags read “Ferryll, Nathan”, he had finally made it to this place that his dreams lead him to,
“Whispering Drive…” Nathan mumbled to himself. His voice was deep, deep and rough, yet it rolled with a smooth nature along with his obvious Scottish accent. The ex- marine marched over to a small diner on a street corner, it had been a while since he had eaten and his stomach was growling like the wolf deep down in his soul. Entering the small “Ruby’s”- style diner with a small, annoying “ding-a-ling” from the door, Nathan took a seat.
Everything seemed normal around here, everything looked like your average little town, but the smell of the place told Nathan otherwise. People in the diner looked human, but a majority of them didn’t smell the part. Many of them smelled like blood, oxidized blood that had been drunk from a wine glass. Nathan mumbles again,
“Blood suckers…” He didn’t even notice the waitress that was standing next to his table, tapping her foot in a fashion that screamed “annoyed”.
“What did you call me, boy?” The waitress asked, her voice heavy with offence. Nathan was nonchalant about the whole situation, most people would act embarrassed and try and apologize to the lady, but she was one of them too.
“Blood sucker. That is what you are, aren’t you?” Nathan asked sarcastically. The waitress just folded up her order pad and tossed her pen at Nathan, turning on her heel and walking off, but not before lashing at him with a rude retort, rude but fair.
“Mangy mutt…” she said to him as she walked off, leaving Nathan’s table to be tended by someone else, ‘Great first impression, ass-wipe.’ Nathan thought to himself, laughing a little.
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Name: Nathan James Ferryll (pronounced Feral)
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Staff Sergeant, Scotland Marine Corps; recently discharged
Species: Werewolf
Hair: Having grown up in highland country, Nathan’s hair is what you would expect from a Scot. His hair is long and surprisingly well kept, falling down a couple inches past his shoulders. His hair color is a dark, near black, brown color with some minor sandy color highlights. When in his werewolf form, his fur is raven black, just like his father.
Eyes: When he is a human, Nathan’s eyes are a stunning glacier blue. Sometimes his eyes almost seem fluorescent in the dark, like glowing blue gems. When he is in his wolf form, his eyes are a burning amber-gold color, like the heart of a fire.
Height: Being of a predominant Celt and Nord descent, he is rather tall. When he is a human, he stands around 6’10”-6’11”, depending whether or not he is slouching. When he Changes he near doubles in size all over his body
(only when he transforms into his Garou form). Body Structure: Being, again of Celt and Nord descent, he is large, but what really made his body what it is was his time in the military. His body is in peak muscle condition; it needed to be when he was in the military, they would accept no less than above top-par physical performance.
Caucasian
-Personality-
General: At first glance, Nathan may seem like someone who will snap your neck if you make as much as a peep; not so. He is very quiet and internalized; he has been ever since he was a child. Though he may seem as smooth as volcanic rock on the outside, if you can get past the emotional wall he has set up, he is a generally good natured person. Nathan keeps himself inward mostly because when he opens up to people, he gets to know them and have a relationship of some kind with them. He stopped doing so because of the loved ones he has had taken from him or loved ones that have hurt him.
Once he feels he can trust you enough that he can open up to you, you will find him to be your typical Scot. He has a very thick Scottish accent and never turns down a chance for a brew. The good natured side of Nathan is the side one would want to stay on. He is very charismatic in a leader kind of way, he holds leadership skills from when he was a Staff Sergeant in the Corps, using words in a friendly or harsh manner to boost morale and get you motivated.
Likewise, every virtue has a vice; Nathan can get angered very easily, and when he gets angry, watch out. Being a werewolf, Nathan is pre disposed to aggression and anger, as well as rage. The things that send him off the deep end relatively fast are insulting family, friends, and comrades; harassing an innocent child, woman, or animal, and waving a weapon in his face.
Good Qualities: Good with the opposite sex, good with kids, good with animals, natural leader, loyal, devoted, faithful, Scottish accent
Bad Qualities: Easily angered, easily irritated, likes his booze, occasional smoker, “colorful” use of language, trauma/stress flashbacks, nightmares
-History-
Birth: Nathan’s parents were William and Natalie Ferryll, both born and raised in Scotland. William and Natalie met on a high school field trip to the Loch, and things just went up from there. They stayed in contact with each other for years, all the way through college, when they graduated; they dated for a few more years. Suspiciously, both of them would call to cancel dates on a full moon; as fate would have it, they were both lycanthropes as well. They both loved each other very much, so they decided to get married the following year.
William Ferryll was 23, and Natalie MacWulfe was 21 when they got engadged; they married a year later. William’s and Natalie’s eyes were the same color, a stunning glacier blue. Natalie’s hair was a beautiful sandy brown-blonde while William’s hair was a raven black. Their skin was the same Caucasian tone, though Natalie’s had a slightly better tan than her husband. They were both born as werewolves, so their blood was pure; they looked like the best of chocolate when they ran under the moon together; one black as night, while the other was a gorgeous sandy brown.
William and Natalie made the decision to have a baby on their first anniversary, they had wanted a child so bad, but they wanted to wait to see if either of their packs objected. When neither of the packs paid any mind to the matter, the decision was made and they hit the bedroom. After the said nine months of healthy pregnancy, Natalie went into labor on November 13th, 1980. In the city of Galloway at 2:35 in the morning, Natalie brought her son Nathan into the world, healthy as ever and the most precious thing she and her husband had ever held.
Infancy/Toddler: Nathan’s infancy and early childhood were as good as they could get, given the circumstances. His parents loved him very much, his mother and father would sometimes get into little patches of riff-raff deciding who would hold him next. Natalie would sing her baby to sleep every night to the song, “Amazing Grace,” a family favorite. His family did all the best activities with him during his early years, they would go to the parks, have picnics, go fishing, and all that other great stuff.
Nathan loved his parents with every cell of his being, just as they loved him. When he grew older (4), his father would take him out to the zoo every week. Whenever they would go, Nathan would always be drawn to the wolf pen; this made William smile, his son was a werewolf too, he just didn’t know it yet. William shared the news with Natalie, and it took all of their self control to not go upstairs and try to make another. The family was truly as happy as it could possibly be.
Childhood: Nathan’s childhood was as good as his infancy was, his parents loved him just as much, if not more. They would take him places and do things with him that he enjoyed so much, just because he was with his parents. He honestly did not know how he could be happier; he could not even pray for a better life. Unfortunately, it would not last.
When Nathan was eight, his parents hired a babysitter to watch him as they went on a camping trip in the highlands for their anniversary. They would normally take their child, but if they did, they would not be able to do the adult things they wanted to. In the middle of the night, police cars drove up in front of Nathan’s house. They took him to the station for reasons he knew not, but was soon to find out, and it would make his life crumble. The boy was shown pictures of his parents’ campsite, when Nathan saw the photos, he threw up. There was nothing but blood everywhere, the tent was reduced to ribbons and the trees were shredded with bits of flesh hanging from them. He was told it was a wild animal attack, but he knew that it was something else; unbeknownst to William and Natalie when they went camping, they were intruding on a rival pack’s territory, so they were simply torn apart during their love-making. Nathan was sent to an orphanage, his parents had no will set up, so he was sent to the cheapest and most horrid orphan home that existed in all Scotland
Adolescence: Nathan went through elementary and high school in the orphan home. He was bullied relentlessly by kids who were bigger and stronger than he was, but he just took it, bottling it up and internalizing it. Nathan did very well in his school years, despite his parents being dead, but that is why he worked so hard; that is what they would have wanted. Though his studies did well, no one seemed to like him at the orphanage, not even the keepers there. In other words, he struggled socially, feeling the total polar opposite of what he felt as a child. This made him bitter and angry, as well as unbearably miserable. He would go to his room and punch holes in the walls, then cry himself to sleep.
Instead of going to college, Nathan signed up for the Marine Corps. The course was government paid, he got insurance, and he was able to do exercises that allowed him to vent his anger. There Nathan stayed, in the Corps until just recently when he got discharged for mental imbalance an anger control issues.
Turning: The werewolf gene within Nathan reacted to the face of the full moon for the first time when he was in the middle of puberty, as most birth-werewolves do. The hormones in his body, along with the anger he felt towards so many things, the full moon, and the beating he was getting from the bullies at present, awoke the Wolf within. Nathan turned right then and there, his body contorting to all forms of his werewolf existence before taking the form of Garou and letting primal instinct control his body.
Now: Currently, Nathan is wandering. He is wandering with nothing more than the cloths on his back, the cross and dog tags around his neck, and one bag of whatever he needed. He carries around his Desert Eagle that his general was so kind to let him keep, along with his combat knife. He is looking for many things, anything really, anything that would fill up the holes in his life. As of now, Nathan Ferryll is what the other packs call a Ghost Wolf. He is a werewolf that belongs to no pack or tribe, he just wanders the world alone, looking for answers and simply surviving.
Nathan had a dream as of late, a reoccurring dream. It spoke to him in a language that he was not familiar with but he could understand, somehow. The dream showed him other werewolves, slender creatures with long fangs, and the oblivious human population. Being one of the Supernatural, Nathan was not one to question it, he followed the breadcrumb trail of dreams that the ethereal left for him to follow. His path lead to a place called Whispering Drive; he knew that many things awaited him there, which is why he went there. If things awaited him, so was his purpose and his place.
Codeword: ** Accepted **
RP Example: With the clanking of steel soled boots hitting concrete, a man approached a small town, secluded in the mist. The man was large, nearly seven feet in height and had muscles that even showed through his jacket. The jacket he wore was a dark olive green, and army green. It was a well worn jacket with a Staff Sergeant badge sewn onto the left bicep. Around the man’s neck hung a pair of dog tags with a cross, the dog tags read “Ferryll, Nathan”, he had finally made it to this place that his dreams lead him to,
“Whispering Drive…” Nathan mumbled to himself. His voice was deep, deep and rough, yet it rolled with a smooth nature along with his obvious Scottish accent. The ex- marine marched over to a small diner on a street corner, it had been a while since he had eaten and his stomach was growling like the wolf deep down in his soul. Entering the small “Ruby’s”- style diner with a small, annoying “ding-a-ling” from the door, Nathan took a seat.
Everything seemed normal around here, everything looked like your average little town, but the smell of the place told Nathan otherwise. People in the diner looked human, but a majority of them didn’t smell the part. Many of them smelled like blood, oxidized blood that had been drunk from a wine glass. Nathan mumbles again,
“Blood suckers…” He didn’t even notice the waitress that was standing next to his table, tapping her foot in a fashion that screamed “annoyed”.
“What did you call me, boy?” The waitress asked, her voice heavy with offence. Nathan was nonchalant about the whole situation, most people would act embarrassed and try and apologize to the lady, but she was one of them too.
“Blood sucker. That is what you are, aren’t you?” Nathan asked sarcastically. The waitress just folded up her order pad and tossed her pen at Nathan, turning on her heel and walking off, but not before lashing at him with a rude retort, rude but fair.
“Mangy mutt…” she said to him as she walked off, leaving Nathan’s table to be tended by someone else, ‘Great first impression, ass-wipe.’ Nathan thought to himself, laughing a little.
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