Post by giullare on Apr 21, 2013 20:22:50 GMT -5
OOC
Nickname:
Giu.
Gender:
Female.
Other Characters here?:
Terrence Ludwig Medea, and soon to be Yves and his brother.
[/color]Nickname:
Giu.
Gender:
Female.
Other Characters here?:
Terrence Ludwig Medea, and soon to be Yves and his brother.
Basics
Name:
Timur Kirill Aloysha.
Birth Date/AgeAppearance:
December 4th 1900/One Hundred and Nine/Thirty-Five.
Sex:
Male.
Marital Status:
Single.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
Pack/Alliance:
To whom he decrees correct.
Rank:
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Human Occupation:
Military Rank: Major General.[/color]
Physical Description
Base Fur Color:
Black fading into clear.
Markings:
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Human Skin Tone:
Tan.
Human Hair Color:
Black base with the rest being clear.
Eye Color:
Pale Blue and Grey.
Scars:
There are two bullet hole scars, one on his left deltoid, another just below his right pectoral muscle, his lower right arm has a set of claw slashes from a brawl with another were bear, another set from that fight are on his upper right biceps and on his left clavicle and wrapping back over his left scapula, his throat is scarred heavily from his throat almost being ripped out by the opposing were bear, his left eye has two scars running down from forehead to jaw line from a sword, and the scar running from the corner of his left eye down towards his right jaw line was caused by a bayonet during World War II. There are countless other smaller scars littering his body that he wouldn’t be able to tell you where he got them.
Accessories:
Bandaging around his feet, black leather straps around his upper arms along with steel grips. A military issued sword and hat.
Clothes
Dark olive trench coat, black knee high boots, white long sleeve undershirt, dark olive outer jacket, a pair of white gloves, dark brown belt with a red star buckle, and another yellow belt with a yellow star upon it.
Detailed Werebear Description:
When standing on his hind legs, he is 17’5”, his coat is pure white due to the light. His fur is disrupted on his face where there is scaring, the rest of his scars are hidden by the thick pelt. His hair is coarse, protective, and thick. Timur’s body is bulky with muscle pushing him towards 1600 lbs.
Detailed Human Description:
Timur stands at 8’2” and is 450 lbs, his body is built heavily with muscle, and is justly covered in numerous scars.When it snows, he prefers not to wear the military issued boots, rather walking around bare foot with just the bandaging on his feet. His hair is cut short, only having about an inch in height, the hair just next to the scalp is black which fades into clear. Timur’s eyes are a very cold light blue that fades into grey towards the pupil.
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Personality
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral.
Positive Traits:
Protective of those who he deems need help.
Excellent grappler.
Negative Traits:
When fighting, if the fight progresses too long or becomes bloody quickly, he will mentally loose himself and will only pursue to tear the one he is fighting into pieces.
He does not like to talk very much.
Hobbies:
Walking around in snow storms for extensive periods of time.
Ice fishing and swimming.
Sitting or standing, while watching others act about their normal lives.
Likes:
Fish and Sea lion.
Watching children play happily.
Sitting or standing, while watching people, animals, and even the weather change and go about their business.
A person that sings.
Dislikes:
Women and children being harmed.
Cooked fish.
First Impression:
Quiet. Timur prefers not to talk, unless it is necessary, and even then he talks very little. He chooses to stay by himself due to his physical predicament, but he does like company whether it be children, woman, or men. By that, he likes to be with people and even though he is not very talkative, he is a very social person. Timur likes to fight, so he tries not to fight; a desperate fight can turn him into a raving berserker. So the man tries to avoid it when necessary, and only fights when the reasons are right to him. As much as he likes his fur, he prefers either his bear form, or his human form. The hybrid state is a painful process more so then the bear form is, and once he is in that state, he will stay like that for a long period of time.[/color]
History
Family:
As of right now, he has no family. His mother and father passed away, his father during The Great War, and his mother a few years after due to depression. Timur never married, nor did he ever have any children.
History:
Timur was born into a cold world, and he preferred that cold world due to his race. Blizzards, snow, ice, he loved it all very much so, just as much as he loved his mother and Motherland. The cold was his friend, not his enemy, and that was used gracefully against the enemies of his Motherland. He was fourteen when The Great War broke out, nothing more then a foot soldier. Years passed, his rank rising drastically due to his physical performance as well as his growth into an adult. After The Great War ended, he went into a hibernation because of the madness that had set into his mind. Timur loved to fight, but when he fought, he lost himself to his bloodlust. Hundreds of skulls were crushed by his hands during The Great War.
He wanted to wake up into a peaceful world, he had that for a few at least a few years, but that was crushed when World War II reared itself. Once more he fought, countless times loosing himself, and achieved the rank of Major General. Timur kept to the shadows in the political wars between the higher ups, he took his orders, and he slaughtered the enemy. After the war, he once more fell into another hibernation, he slept from 1947 till 2005. Now he’s awake, traveling with the storms he loved so much as a child.
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RP Sample
The wind howled savagely as frozen tears dropped down from the blacken sky, oddly enough a small content smile appeared upon a scarred worn face. The dark olive green trench coat clung tightly to his frame, and yet it’s tails flapped angrily in the wind as if trying to protest it’s escape from it’s wearer. He was always calmed by the beauty and might of such storms, and the cold in temperature also helped in his sedated nature.
Bare feet pressed against the snow as he began walking, and yet their only coverings from the cold were a few bloodied bandages. His ears pricked suddenly underneath the hood of his undershirt, and two pale orbs began to look around the veil of snow all around him. Some type of child? He questioned in his mind, and then began to follow the little yips. Timur was not hungry, so food was not needed, it was his urge to help the little one. After a few more yips, he recognized it as a wolfish call, and he himself yipped out a mocked call. Hoping not to scare the little thing, he continued to follow it. You will freeze out here little one…
A few minutes passed, and he then came upon a small tuft of fur that was trembling horribly, and slowly being covered in snow. Crouching down slowly, and he reached out slowly, first placing a gloved finger in front of the pups nose. “…I won’t hurt you…” He spoke in Russian, whether or not the pup understood it, it was the sincerity of his voice that he was giving to the pup for reassurance.
Whether nipped or not, he would picked up the pup, his left arm was not in the sleeve but inside the coat crooked, and the pup was placed within the coat upon his arm. Timur’s right hand came up, buttoning the top buttons up his chest so that the pup was completely protected from the wind. His body was like a furnace, and he usually did not wear his coat outside in the storms, but he was traveling at the moment and he honestly did not feel like loosing it like last time.
Moving the collar up, he looked down inside the coat at the shivering pup with a slight grimace. Slowly shaking his head, he began to walk and search for some time of place that he could inhabit for the night. Hoping to set a fire and find some food for later, he was considering the little one in these decisions as well as himself.[/size
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