Post by Arcarus king on Aug 31, 2011 12:06:23 GMT -5
Shape shifter - Lion Shifter.
[Basics]
Name: Arcarus King
Nicknames: King
Age: 23
Apparent Age: 23
Birthday: 19th February
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Status: Master
Played by: Gabriel Aubry
[Species]
Shifting Species: Dark Tan Lion.
[Appearance]
Height: 6 foot 2
Body type: Toned and slim
Weight: 81.5 kg (180 lb)
Eye color: Yellow
Hair color: Dark brown with highlights of blonde
Piercings and/or tattoos: thick black bands around his arm for each age he’s lived. Lip and ears pierced.
Ethnicity: caucasian
Overall Appearance:
Being a tall man he usually towers over others and his longish hair falls down over his face to cover his beautifully yellow eyes. He has black hair that seems a lot lighter when the light shines upon it. He is a rather well built man but doesn’t show it off with his clothing. His skin is slightly tanned and his overall look is set off by thick black bands tattooed around his almost perfectly formed biceps on his arms.
Not a great fan of water Arcarus usually cleans himself in his lion form, and this shows when he’s human again. His hair is usually messy and certain parts stick out in strange directions because of static. He often has a lot of stubble but never a full beard, due to his hate of the feeling of it against his skin. His nails are well kept and usually painted black to stop the blood under his fingernails showing through, and to show off his lion like features more his teeth appear sharper than normal and his smile could stun.
[Personality]
Likes:Dislikes:
- Raw Meat
- Cigarettes and alcohol
- Sex
- Reading books and gaining Knowledge
- Laying in the sun
- Metal and plastic jewellery
Strengths:
- The idea of water, going in water or even drinking it
- Being woken up when he is sleeping
- Having to work for a living.
- Having his nose touched.
Weaknesses:
- His intelligence is astounding and can work out puzzles in seconds
- Because of his lion half he is a lot stronger than an average male
- A strong build he can withstand a lot of trauma to his body and still stand to fight
Fears:
- He can't swim.
- His temper has been known to get him in a lot of trouble and often when fighting he gets injured terribly without realizing
- If hungry he will start to change without wanting to, and kill anything to get a meal
Habits/Quirks:
- Death
- He has always been terrified of fire and even gets nervous around candles
- Not being able to turn back into his human form
Overall Personality: Arcarus is a strong character and often stands out when he is within a group of people. His loud voice often takes over the conversation and because of his natural charisma he finds himself in a lot of female attention; which he revels in. He is confident in himself and when confronted with a challenge he can throw himself into it without a second thought, showing off and over demonstrating his lust of all that is unknown. He gets on very well in groups and often makes a great effort to be part of one. Despite this he is a very independent man and often excels on his own while refusing help from anyone.
- He can be found laying on the roof of other people’s car
- He growls when he is pleasured
- He’s got a habit of touching any material that is around, enjoying texture a lot.
- He carries his small cat (Iuri) around with him whenever he can. He prizes her over anything else and doesn't want her to be alone.
Arcarus is a man with very little to hide. He’s an open person and will often be brash with people he doesn’t like and not mince his words. Even though he is at heart a all round friendly guy, his temper can and will be set up off by the smallest of thing, often lashing out in a verbal manner he is very quick witted and often says the most hurtful thing he knows will harm his opponent. Though usually when in a good mood Arcarus can be a playful man who will be kind and respectful he has a darker side inside him where his more animalistic characters come through. With a whiff of fear his mood can snap and become violent both towards his friends and enemies.
Towards his friends Arcarus can be more of a vital region cat than a lion and would enjoy nothing more than to lay in the sun, having his back caressed by someone he cares for. His view on life may be ‘live while you can’ But secretly he fears for himself and worried more about death than anything else. No matter how happy he may seem it lurks in his mind and tries to distract himself by indulging more into his primal urges by chasing any woman or man that will sleep with him.
[History]
Father: Allen King
Mother: Sian Jones
Sibling:None
Pet:A small black and white cat called 'Iuri'
Other:
Detailed History: Allen King was a well travelled man who often strolled in and out the country as his animal form (A bear) and when a young, very thin and pale baby was left upon his doorstep his stomach sunk. He was torn between his rather lavish life of freedom or to take his responsibility over this child that he may have accidently sired. Not being a mature man he raised Arcarus more like a younger brother than a son and during his childhood Arcarus was given all the knowledge and lessons that what make a elder man blush. He was given no chance to show weakness and was often beaten into submission by his much larger father, and when fighting for food Arcarus found it very hard to win. He grew larger and began to learn how to turn into his other form without flinching, being able to withstand more swipes of his father’s claws. When schooled despite his obvious intelligence he was often getting into a lot of trouble for disrespecting those around him and was called a ‘trouble child’.
As he became a teenager he was forced out of his home to fend for himself and since he had little to no experience in the world he struggled for a long while, often found sleeping in dark allies with nothing but a small coat for warmth. He found he had to learn quickly to survive and managed to work his way up in the standing of a very wealthy (but elderly) woman. She doted on him and when she passed one night without illness she had left everything she owned to her favourite boy. Arcarus was given everything he thought he deserved and as he mingled with society he began to spread his seed amongst wealthy young women and made a name for himself as ‘the murderer of the old and the fulfiller of the young’.
RP Example:
A drink was placed before Arcarus by another elderly human slave, and he couldn’t help but growl towards both that was new in his sightline. No young meat had made the beast slightly edgy and his servants had tried to avoid him as best they could but there was no escaping his foul mood while the master was hungry. Arcarus pushed the glass away and banished all from his sight, he wanted something new, someone to get his teeth into that didn’t smell of death. With one swift mood he had made up his mind, grabbing his coat and checking on the weather.
As rain hit his window gently Arcarus gave a sigh, picking up a small white and black cat and holding her against his chest carefully. He watched as puddles outside started to gain depth he made a slight growl, stroking with one finger the cat carefully behind her delicate ear. “Today of all days Iuri...” He began, letting the small cat chew at his finger. “Today when I want something new.” Arcarus walked silently towards the front door, the small cat being placed within a pocket that hid within his very large white coat that set off his beautiful skin so well. He long thin hands placed themselves upon a black umbrella and he put it up before opening his door. Glancing back at the elderly man that had served him the drink he growled, “Tidy up or I’ll sell you on for Dog meat.” With one last grimace he took his first set into the rain, his shoes making a gentle splash onto the pavement.