P R E S E N T I N G;
The Glorious Man of the WERE-CREATURES, TITAN of STEKELIGE FOREST.
"A ship is safe in harbor- But that's not what ships are for."
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(Do not STRETCH BOARD)
The Titan, Gabriel Owens;
And I don't think you see the places
inside me that I find you,
And I don't know how we separate
the lies here from the truth;
And I don't know how we woke up one day
and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
WE'RE WALKING IN THE AIR
Nothing will ever hold us down.
◊THE CHARACTER◊
• FULL NAME: Gabriel Ulysses Owens
• NICK NAME: Uly (You-lee) or Gabe
• AGE: 77
• BIRTHDAY: 2nd of June
• GENDER: Male
• SPECIES: Nightwalker
• RACE: Were-Creature
• BIRTHPLACE: Stekelige Forest
• OCCUPATION: None- Wanderer
• LOCATION: Wherever I want.
• MARITAL STATUS: Single
• SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
• CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
WE'RE FLOATING IN THE MOONLIT SKY
The people far below are sleeping as we fly.
◊WEAKNESSES◊
*Music- Social Weakness- Gabriel enjoys music thoroughly, but that can be used against him. Suggest going to see a musical and he will, it almost won't even matter who's asking.
*Silver- Racial Weakness- Silver, a were-creature's downfall. The touch of silver is actually an allergic reaction that results an extremely severe burning that adds damage on top of a typical knife wound. Better check and make sure you brought your silver if you think you've got any shot at winning.
*Meat- Racial Weakness- Being a were-creature, there is always the baser instinct to feed. Beautiful, natural, red meat. While normally there is little problem controlling the urge to bite off an angsty teen's head, after intense or stressful situations, such as an extended fight, Gabriel will need to feed and is highly susceptible to attacking innocents- The aroma of fresh blood is a hard scent to resist.
I'M HOLDING ON SO VERY TIGHT
We're Riding in the Midnight Blue.
◊STRENGTHS◊
When it comes to strengths, you can assume physical strength is a huge point here. Regardless of which phase Gabriel is in, he's twice the powerhouse any human in their prime could dream of being. The most powerful of course being the Lycan phase, where the least effort is used in an extremely combat ready form.
Another physical charactaristic, just of a werewolf, is of course the agility. Speed is there, but it's the were-creature's ability to maneuver that has earned them respect in combat. Being of ridiculous stature in Lycan form, they're still easily able to rotate around a blade and decapitate you. It seems an unfair advantage until you remember magic is very potent in the right hands. Or vampires. Seriously, screw vampires.
But if we were to talk about something a little deeper than skin, Gabriel was once known for determination. An iron will that refuses to be broken. Now, that's different from being proven wrong in a discussion, Gabe will back down and apologize. The kind of determination we're talking about here is the ability to follow prey across the continent and back. This is quite accurate actually, as Gabe spent nearly six months away from his family at one point to return his child's favorite plaything from some dumbass magician who thought he could control a were-creature just because he could telekinetically wield a silver dagger. He didn't survive, if you were wondering.
For others, even outside the were-creature packs, loyalty is a powerful gift. Gabriel does not discriminate against any of the races, (though vampires do irk him with how flipping fast they move) and so does not mind interacting with other species. While not always accepted, those that do accept and try to get to know him are pleasantly surprised- Beneath the fierce exterior is actually a very gentle parent. That's typical were-creature stuff, but it's the fact that Gabe is willing to associate with other species peacefully is what normally sets him apart. Some have even found themselves able to call Gabe a friend. Those that can will tell you he's not a creature, but a guardian spirit.
Were-Creature specifically though, Gabriel is a fantastic singer with a deep, almost booming voice that regardless of tune or regular speech commands interest or respect.
LADY WITH A VIOLIN PLAYING TO THE SEE
Beckoning to the sound, we're going down.
◊PHYSICAL APPEARANCE◊
• PLAY BY: Gerard Butler
• EYE COLOR: Brown- With an almost 'broken glass' effect of golden streaks
• HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
• HEIGHT: 6'5
• WEIGHT: 233 lbs
• OVERALL APPEARANCE:
**Mortal**
-- In this shift, Gabe is as close to mortal looking as he can get, aside from the slightly elongated ears and large canines. Still very intimidating at this point when considering size and slightly animalistic features. As far as clothing, Gabe tends to wear baggy brown pants tied up with a cord- Very covering for a were-creature.
**Anthro**
-- This form is an interesting one. It more or less stretches the mortal form out about a foot, giving it a rather lanky appearance in exchange for incredible speed and agility. The overall look is very... unappealing. All the hair on the body becomes a bit longer and thicker, but just a bit, enough to make it look kind've awkward. The ears point more noticbly now, the teeth extend and sharpen just a bit, and the whole thing looks a little feral.
**Lycan**
-- Big daddy form, this is where the magic happens. The 'werewolf' form. Standing at an incredible 9'5 on two legs and 5'3 on all fours, Gabe is massive. The entire appearance is very wolf-like, totally covered in a very very dark brown fur that's a few inches long and rough. Paws isn't the right word, they're more massive claws with pads, very difficult to grab things delicately. Fangs and teeth are fully formed now, very scary looking. A wise man once said, "Were-creatures are the reason we tell our kids to be wary of things that go bump in the night- That bump is the only warning you'll get."
**True Shift**
-- In this form, Gabe is a full wolf. Again, rather big, approaching 4'9 at the withers (shoulders), and a deep brown color. Rather dull compared to the other few forms, honestly, and Gabe rarely shifts to this except for full moon ceremonies.
I TURNED MY HEAD TO THE SEA
A strange wave came over me..
◊PERSONALITY◊
Depending who you are, there are different words to describe Gabriel. Those who enjoy him or view him as something more than an animal often relate him to others as sophisticated, a gentle giant, or 'big puppy' as a few youngsters have noted. To others, he's the black beast (which is insulting, really, it's brown), a monster, or his personal favorite, AHHHHH. All are accurate.
Gabe is actually very sociable if the occasion and company will allow for it. Sometimes sneaking into upperclass parties (yes, he does occasionally dress up!), or wandering cozy taverns, Gabe tries to enjoy himself as of recently. Laughing easily in with that deep clap of thunder that is his voice, Gabe likes to tell stories of his time as a strict were-creature and times when he got in fights. Some of the rougher tavern or bar patrons especially loved those stories. Not exactly well known outside of a few localities though, but the bar guys loved 'em anyway.
A few decades ago when Gabe had a family and was a pack leader.... Things were different, Gabe was tougher, rougher, until it came to his kid. That boy was Gabe's life, and loved him more than anything this world could ever offer. He loved his wife of course to her dying breath and still dreams about her, but a son. A son was different, it was your legacy, it was YOURS. Your gift to the world. With the loss of pack, family, wife and son, Gabriel spent several years in a very, very dark place (even for the Stekelige), imprisoned in a Mystic jail cell for his 'protection', which was really the world's protection from him. Time cooled him off, but it's good to note that beneath that benevolent furry exterior beats the heart of a natural born killer, and it's bad to test the temper of anything with that description.
I'M FEELING I CAN FLY SO VERY HIGH WITH YOU
Nobody down below can believe their eyes.
◊ LIKES & DISLIKES ◊
• LIKES: - Music
- Sparring
- Hunting
- Nighttime
- Acceptance
- Family
- Loyalty
- Honor
- A Hearty Meal
- Day-Dreaming
• DISLIKES: - Vampires
- Idiots/Stupid People
- Irrational Predators
- MAGICIANS
- High-Noon
- Off-Key Singers/Instruments
- Silver
- His Past
- War
- Being Help Prisoner/Captive
ONCE UPON A LONG LONG TIME
We flew away and never looked back.
◊ HISTORY ◊
• FAMILY:
Viktor Owens (Father, Deceased)
Maria Owens (Mother, Deceased)
Anastasia (Wife, Deceased)
Mihkael (Son, Deceased)
• BIOGRAPHY:
Childhood? What of it? Gabe was born to a loving family. His mother died from a severe strain of flu when he was in his twenties, and his dad turned over pack responsibilities to Gabe when he was thirty. At forty, Gabe met the love of his life, Anastasia, and they went on to have a son, Mihkael. Great so now that the obvious stuff is out of the way lets get down to business shall we?
A few years after Mihkael was born, a radical group of militant magicians took it upon themselves to rid the world of the menace that is the were-creatures. Among several of their targets was the Titan Clan, appropriately named for the unusually large males born within the pack through several generations. Unfortunately, the invention of the silver bullet and flintlock repeater was too much for the actually very peaceful clan. Despite the famous agility, the bullets were too fast and found their marks with magically precise accuracy. Viktor, Gabe's father was the first to go as he was on patrol duties this particular night. The sound of the repeaters firing woke the others, who rushed to their deaths. Tearing out of the trees and shredding as many attackers as he could, Gabe was finally shot through both shoulders and rendered unconscious by allergic reaction. Assumed dead, and unable to protect son and wife, the attackers pressed on.
When the large creature finally awoke, he was devestated to see the bodies of his entire pack littered across the ground. The stench of innocent blood made Gabe wretch, and he weakly made his way to a fallen magician to nurish his strength. It took nearly a day to bury the twenty-one strong pack, and mercilessly disembowl dead magicians. With the heavy scent of silver and gunpowder in the air, Gabe was able to track the hunters from a full day and a half's headstart to a clearing where they had set up camp to attack the next pack of creatures. Attacking in the dead of night. Gabriel was unseen as he slit the throats of all the offenders in their sleep. Though not officially charged, the Mystic Parliament suggested he be removed from the public in any shape and form, and resulted in his imprisonment at a Mystic facility.
The following years nearly drove him over the edge, but after the first five years, things cooled off and Gabe was started on a social reform program that would help him readjust to the outside world. The program was a rousing success, with Gabe even being able to discuss the event of his pack with counselors and correct his near mental instabilities. The last of his pack, the title of Titan was bestowed upon him by a few neighboring packs that knew him and his kin.
The rest is history, just one big long pubcrawl and story time. One decade that tragically defined who he was. Gabe regards the other details as stories for another time, and prefers not to share much else in his past. It has been rumored though that Gabe is secretly planning to join the Quartrant war effort, in any attempt to destroy the Magicians.
IN A FANTASY WORLD WE LIVE
Nothing as so simple I can give.
◊ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ◊
Three o'clock. A large, shirtless figure sat intimidatingly at the edge of his seat, staring across the table into a small pale man's eyes. Raising a hand almost menacingly, he picked up the small piece of wood before him, and set it down two spaces further. Chess. A very intense game of chess. The great were-creature had a soft spot for the game and this short balding man was the only one who still presented a challenge to him. Too late did Gabe realize though, that he had just lost the game. With a low growl and then a laugh the beast stood up to shake the opponents hand and congratulate him on another good win.
Crossing to the bar and perching himself on a barstool, he ordered up one large mug of mead. Half drinking, half dog-sipping, Gabe downed the frothy liquid in a few massive gulps.
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
Come now, don't be shy. Give me some pie.
◊THE ROLEPLAYER ◊
• ROSEBAND •
• AGE: 19
• CONTACT INFO: AIM- draggunsdoom
• YEARS ROLE PLAYING: 9 years, off and on.
• CHARACTERS: Just this one.
• HOW DID YOU FIND US?: RPG-D. Congrats on the FotF first place, this board is beautiful.
