Post by chivebeat on May 16, 2006 17:33:37 GMT -5
Name: Kodak Sol
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 1
Age: 279, appears early twenties/ late teens
Species: Werewolf
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Shopkeepers son, Master
Background: Kodak is one of those people the rich and poor alike pity. Pity because it's quite oblivious that he should have been born to a much richer family. He should have been born into some sort of nobility, spoiled rotten and surrounded by the classy assets of life. Although he sure acted the part of a ''rich boy'' in the end Kodak was still laying his head down at night in the same small bedroom above his father's candle shop. Though certainly capable of leaving and making a name and fortune for himself but far to lazy to actually go after the dream, Kodak sits and mopes at home. He'd rather no one brought it up though; he's bitter, well aware of his own situation, and prone to literally chew the head off of anyone who dares poke at an old wound.
Kodak is the brat of his family, of course in his family everyone was a brat, but he managed to stand out against the rest. Kicking and biting his way to the top, literally. Because in his family the weak did not survive. Eat or be eaten. Kodak is why he is the reason why he's now an only child. Number one is himself, and competition amongst his siblings was never in short supply. Well until he ate them.
Residence: The Cities.
Appearance: Kodak isn't beautiful but rather, roguishly good looking, with a lean whipcord frame, and some muscular definition. Enough to make the women and the men swoon, or so I'm told. Standing at 6 feet and then some, with a perpetual knowing smirk upon an almost frighteningly alabaster-pale face, he may be slightly intimidating to look at. And really, this isn't far from the truth. The brutes eyes are near freakishly golden - yellow, cat-like and slightly slanted, giving him all the appearance of a predator. He also has long ebony-black dark hair. His slightly wavy tresses creep past his shoulders and hips but are, more often than not, pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck.
Kodak's clothing is somewhat outlandish - combat boots of raven black, with bright red lacing, grace his shapely legs from foot to mid-thigh; short leather shorts cover the essentials; a button-up vest endows his chest; and finally, a dark red-black cloak descends from his shoulders, framing his figure, to pool in pieces at his feet.
Personality: Kodak is cold, yes. But he does not hide what he thinks or believes if there is no need for it. With a both chilling and charming smirk, he's quite the formidable opponent - one that would likely scare you to death, if anything. He is quite frankly flamboyant and a very -very- open flirt - he doesn't care about the consequences, he doesn't care about your consent, and he has certainly no fears about breaking the rules of morality. He does things pretty much for himself and for his personal gain. And therefore, in a way, he is downright selfish. He sees things as a game, life as one big chessboard. And he has his not-so-harmless fun that way.
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Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 1
Age: 279, appears early twenties/ late teens
Species: Werewolf
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Shopkeepers son, Master
Background: Kodak is one of those people the rich and poor alike pity. Pity because it's quite oblivious that he should have been born to a much richer family. He should have been born into some sort of nobility, spoiled rotten and surrounded by the classy assets of life. Although he sure acted the part of a ''rich boy'' in the end Kodak was still laying his head down at night in the same small bedroom above his father's candle shop. Though certainly capable of leaving and making a name and fortune for himself but far to lazy to actually go after the dream, Kodak sits and mopes at home. He'd rather no one brought it up though; he's bitter, well aware of his own situation, and prone to literally chew the head off of anyone who dares poke at an old wound.
Kodak is the brat of his family, of course in his family everyone was a brat, but he managed to stand out against the rest. Kicking and biting his way to the top, literally. Because in his family the weak did not survive. Eat or be eaten. Kodak is why he is the reason why he's now an only child. Number one is himself, and competition amongst his siblings was never in short supply. Well until he ate them.
Residence: The Cities.
Appearance: Kodak isn't beautiful but rather, roguishly good looking, with a lean whipcord frame, and some muscular definition. Enough to make the women and the men swoon, or so I'm told. Standing at 6 feet and then some, with a perpetual knowing smirk upon an almost frighteningly alabaster-pale face, he may be slightly intimidating to look at. And really, this isn't far from the truth. The brutes eyes are near freakishly golden - yellow, cat-like and slightly slanted, giving him all the appearance of a predator. He also has long ebony-black dark hair. His slightly wavy tresses creep past his shoulders and hips but are, more often than not, pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck.
Kodak's clothing is somewhat outlandish - combat boots of raven black, with bright red lacing, grace his shapely legs from foot to mid-thigh; short leather shorts cover the essentials; a button-up vest endows his chest; and finally, a dark red-black cloak descends from his shoulders, framing his figure, to pool in pieces at his feet.
Personality: Kodak is cold, yes. But he does not hide what he thinks or believes if there is no need for it. With a both chilling and charming smirk, he's quite the formidable opponent - one that would likely scare you to death, if anything. He is quite frankly flamboyant and a very -very- open flirt - he doesn't care about the consequences, he doesn't care about your consent, and he has certainly no fears about breaking the rules of morality. He does things pretty much for himself and for his personal gain. And therefore, in a way, he is downright selfish. He sees things as a game, life as one big chessboard. And he has his not-so-harmless fun that way.
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