Post by gavin on Sept 18, 2009 13:10:19 GMT -5
The Puppeteer
Name… Ashley
Age… 20
Contact me… PM and Messenger
I Also Play… Cahel, Lyn, Yin & Yang
The Code… -Admin ^^-
The Puppet
Gavin Olcan Aidan Nevan
Nicknames… Gavin, Olcan
My Age… 349 looks 21
I Am A… male
I Like… straight
I Was Born On… January 1
My Nationality… irish
I Am Part Of The… werewolf
In School I’m A… teacher/student
I’m Good At… music, writing, fighting
The Loved
Gavin doesn't have much likes. He just puts up with things. Even his martial arts isn't really a like. The only thing he could even consider to like is only one half of his personality. This is hunting and killing. The murderous side of him. But other then that and on the other personality Gavin doesn't have anything her really likes. I suppose there is one thing he enjoys on either side of his personality though. That is pain. He enjoys recieving pain and his other side, well enjoys to give it and recieve it. Simple as that.
The Hated
Gavin doesn't hate much just like he doesn't like much. He is just a very neutral kind of guy. If there is one thing he hates though it is the weak. Especially if they are immortals. If they can't stand up to anyone or need to be coddled because of unseen or hidden emotions then what is the point to them. To him, they are just meat to be hunted.
The Feared
Gavin has no fears. No matter what others think. He fears no poison, no creature, no thing, not even death. Gavin has accepted that he will one day die so now he has none. There is no reason to fear when you would rather court the dangers rather then run from them. Because of this, he is basically fear itself. Fear incarnate.
The Attitude
No one knows the real Gavin. Locked away is how people describe him. Hidden. He doesn't show his real emotions due to his past, it made him close up. Termoil is always going on in his mind and heart. Somtimes not even he himself knows how he is feeling. It is almost like he suffers from a split personality. The good and the bad.
There is the gentle side, the side you know is present by two black eyes. This side will have a smile and a kind word for those around him. The bad side has silver eyes. This side would rather be the silent hunter, ready to attack and destroy. But more often then not you will see one of each color meaning a balance between the two. He will be quiet but he isn't thanking of how much fun it would be to hunt you. But you'll have to work at him to get him to talk.
The Past
Gavin was attacked when he was 16 years old by a hunter. It wasn't a simple I'm going to kill you type thing though. The hunter took him and tortured him. Shot him in the head but with Gavin being a born wolf he would just heal it and so the hunter would do it again. Until finally Gavin didn't seem to heal it.
The hunter also stabbed and cut him with a pure silver blade over and over again until it finally scarred. When it appeared that Gavin was dead the hunter threw the body away feeling no need for him anymore.
Days Gavin laid in an alley supposedly dead. Until one day the wolf within him awoke and forced him abck awake. But Gavin had no memory. Only that of what had happened within the last month with the hunter. The boy became the hunter and killed the one that had tortured him. Saved the wolfess the man had in his grasp at that very moment.
Then for years after that Gavin hid in the forest around the acedemy. Hunting game and surviving that way. After some time a student, also a wolf, found him and took him to the school. At first Gavin wasn't comfortable there. Always on edge and nearly killing his roommate. But after some time he finally settled down and accepted the new life, and also got his own room as a just in case.
He approached the Headmistress and became not only a student but also the Physical Education teacher. A way to help his stress level is how the wolf sees teaching the class.
The Family
Gavin has no family, has no memory of a family. From the day he was attacked everything before that is lost. He doesn't have a childhood and by the time of his attack he was alone, no one was around for him. Gavin may not even be his real name. His I.D. only said G. Nevan and he was in Ireland with the accent to match.
The Finale
The roar of the falls blocked out almost all sound from around the female werewolf who crouched on a stone around the pool’s edge. The mist from the crashing water coating her skin and hair making the strands stick to her forehead as her jade eyes scanned the area for any other form of life. She had never been to the falls over her few months of living in this chaotic city, in fact she hadn’t even known it was here until she managed to get herself a little lost on her run.
The run today had not been her normal routine, in fact it had even been her second run of the day. The beast within her was fighting her control. What control she had been taught by her lost pack and the years of solitude among other cities. Her eyes shifted to amber as a howl ripped from her throat. No she wouldn’t let herself loose this fight. That was useless, she was not so weak as to loose control without a fight. One would think that with her being born a wolf the control would not be so hard to come by but alas it slipped through her fingers a couple times a month. She hated being so young for this reason. Ralph had explained to her about eventually gaining control, but not when she would gain it. The white she-wolf figured it was because it depended on the wolf.
Slowly she slid her hands into the cool water of the pool and splashed water onto her face fighting back the sweat that was beginning to perspire from her pours. She opened her eyes taking deep shaking breaths and new they were back to her “humanoid” green. The clash of emerald against jade within her iris that fought against the black of her pupil. A shiver ran down the length of her spine and if not for her secure footing with her black boots she would have slipped on the slick rock she was perched on. “God when will it get easier?” she asked looking up to the sky. No she didn’t believe in the God that the humans worshipped but someone had to be out there listening to her.
Another rise from the beast as it felt like claws trying to rip through her abdomen and Jessi did loose her footing as she called out in pain fighting the creature within her. She fell into the deep water and had no time to draw breath before her face was submersed in the liquid. Swimming up, being drawn down by her clothes and boots, she finally broke the surface and gasped for air. “Shit!” she yelled gripping onto the rock that she had just fallen off of. The good news about being completely soaked however was the beast had gone back down the tunnel of her mind.
Slowly she pulled herself out of the water the muscles in her arms bunching as she kicked up with her feet. Rolling out of the water Jessi landed on her back and kept panting for air her green and gold eyes staring up at the sky above her. The mist continued to land on her already cold body but the beast was no longer there. Sighing and closing her eyes Jessi caught the sounds of animals moving around the area. Birds in the air as well. But there was no sound of someone approaching her. Which she took as a good sign since she didn’t have the energy yet to move. “Shit thing is goin ta kill me some time.” She cursed, her southern drawl showing through as she spoke, and rolled onto her stomach.
Pushing up into a push up position she shook her head shaking the majority of the water out of her hair. “Great day for a swim.” She barked a laugh at herself and then went back to rest on her knees and the balls of her feet. She was better now, at least she could move. With all the sounds around her Jessi couldn’t tell if someone was out there. But she couldn’t smell anything on the small breeze that blew through either so she let the tension fall away from between her shoulders. Sitting back against the rock Jessi leaned her head back and let the mist settle on her face clearing her thoughts a little more. “Damned beast should be getting easier by now.” The she-wolf growled low in her throat at herself but there wasn’t much fight left in her if the wolf decided to try to surface again. She would be forced to shift.
~~This post was taken from WVRP and the character Jessi. Yes she is mine no worries there. The one below is from my character Blaze. deal with the length bitches~~
The music blared through her ears and helped her mind clear of the subject she didn’t really want to think about. Sure eventually she figured she would have to but that didn’t matter right now. Clenching and unclenching her fists the little woman stretched the well used muscles of her hands trying to loosen the stiffness that had a tendency to sit in whenever they got as injured as they were. Of course she was careful not to stretch them too much and cause the gashes on her fingers and knuckles to break the scabs. Moving her neck in a circular motion stretching the cuts on her neck she thought she felt a trickle of blood. Gingerly she put her fingers over where the cuts with stitches were but when she showed the fingers in front of her face they were clean of the red life substance.
Really she couldn’t believe that she had let herself get so beat up with just one hit. She wondered if she became a superhuman if that would still happen. “No that’s why they are super.” She berated herself once again and then turned the song over in on her playlist. The heavy metal guitar part started with the drums as the music pounded.
I have control of a history untold
It begins with the father of sin
I walk alone in the garden of stone
I turn into the monster within
Life is too long for me
Life is too long for me
Her eyes closed for just a second while she thought about the words for the song. It was a song she often dedicated to any vampire or werewolf she ran into but in a sad way it fits into a lot of people’s lives. Hers included. Blaze opened her eyes and looked around. Still not many people around, of course it was the middle of the night and a lot of people learned to stay indoors at night. Some of them learned the hard way.
I lose control as the story unfolds
It has been like a knife to bare skin
I walk alone like a king with no throne
I burn up from the monster within
Life is too long for me
Life is too long for me
She was human and she knew that in this world that was a weakness. Of course she could easily change that. Be turned into something beasty but she liked her humanity. Cherished it really. But it was a weakness. Clenching and unclenching her hands again she stood up.
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
'Cause I have tried to need this
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
'Cause I have tried to need this
She turned to get ready to leave feeling that this part of the song was a little too true for her and that bugged her. But that was when the loud bang echoed over her music and she spun in the direction of the alleys. At first the movement had been too quick and her vision was a little shotty. She blinked her deep brown eyes a couple of times to clear it needing to be able to see. Her left hand sat on the butt of her gun in her thigh holster the safety already flipped off and the other hand sat on the butt of the gun that sat in the inner pants holster at the small of her back. But of course that safety was still on since the draw for it was a bit harder then the draw for the one on her thigh. She thought she saw someone and it looked like they were fighting something. It was dark in the alley that they fought at so it was a little hard to tell.
Slowly walking towards the two fighting she noted that the fight was kind of one sides. “Shit.” Blaze said with feeling and halted her steps. If someone could take care of an outsider that fast there was no way she wanted them near her. That was just asking for a death wish and that she really didn’t have right now. Even in this Hell she still wanted to live, party, and enjoy life. Of course if she kept running into these fuckers that wanted to fight her she didn’t know how much more she could enjoy.
Her eyes watched as the outsider fell to the ground dead and kept her eyes locked on it. She couldn’t kill an outsider without help from other people. Of course that was why she typically stayed in the city and didn’t often leave it. Sometimes she would but she had only run into outsiders once to her luck. Staring at the corpse she found it hard to raise her eyes and meet the eyes of the man that had fought it. But finally she was able to control her body and she lifted her eyes to look at the man.
He was wearing armor, of course that was normal in this day an age, better to wear armor since it protects the body in a fight. But what Blaze stared at were the wings on his back. She had never seen anyone with wings before and she was sure it wasn’t natural. “What the hell?” she said staring at the wings a little too much before closing her eyes and shaking her head. She must be seeing things. Blaze opened her eyes again and this time ran them over the rest of his body. He was taller then her, but then again that wasn’t hard. He had quite a few weapons strapped to himself which like the armor wasn’t anything that wasn’t usually seen. It was when her eyes finally reached his face that for just a second she stopped breathing. Sure he was a looker but that wasn’t what had made the air tight around her. He was looking at her. She hadn’t been expecting that. She had gone through the whole night unnoticed and now here she was being stared at, of course she was staring to so what right did she have to bitch. She locked her dark chocolate eyes with his jade ones and slowly began to breath again. If she needed to use her guns there would be plenty of time for no breathing later.
Of course thinking of her guns she realized that she still had her hands wrapped around the butts and that wasn’t comfortable for very long when one’s hands are more likely to cramp that way from injury. Slowly she moved her right hand away from the gun and flexed the muscles. All she did with the left hand was instead of holding onto the gun she set her hand on top of it. The music player was forgotten until a loud scream of a song pierced through her mind and she winced. Blaze pulled the ear bud out of her hear and stuffed them back into her pocket where the music player was but that was all the distraction she had before her attention was turned back to the man in front of her. She felt she should say something but what was she supposed to say? Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth to speak but ended up closing it again. Shit she really didn’t know what to say.
Name… Ashley
Age… 20
Contact me… PM and Messenger
I Also Play… Cahel, Lyn, Yin & Yang
The Code… -Admin ^^-
The Puppet
Gavin Olcan Aidan Nevan
Nicknames… Gavin, Olcan
My Age… 349 looks 21
I Am A… male
I Like… straight
I Was Born On… January 1
My Nationality… irish
I Am Part Of The… werewolf
In School I’m A… teacher/student
I’m Good At… music, writing, fighting
The Loved
Gavin doesn't have much likes. He just puts up with things. Even his martial arts isn't really a like. The only thing he could even consider to like is only one half of his personality. This is hunting and killing. The murderous side of him. But other then that and on the other personality Gavin doesn't have anything her really likes. I suppose there is one thing he enjoys on either side of his personality though. That is pain. He enjoys recieving pain and his other side, well enjoys to give it and recieve it. Simple as that.
The Hated
Gavin doesn't hate much just like he doesn't like much. He is just a very neutral kind of guy. If there is one thing he hates though it is the weak. Especially if they are immortals. If they can't stand up to anyone or need to be coddled because of unseen or hidden emotions then what is the point to them. To him, they are just meat to be hunted.
The Feared
Gavin has no fears. No matter what others think. He fears no poison, no creature, no thing, not even death. Gavin has accepted that he will one day die so now he has none. There is no reason to fear when you would rather court the dangers rather then run from them. Because of this, he is basically fear itself. Fear incarnate.
The Attitude
No one knows the real Gavin. Locked away is how people describe him. Hidden. He doesn't show his real emotions due to his past, it made him close up. Termoil is always going on in his mind and heart. Somtimes not even he himself knows how he is feeling. It is almost like he suffers from a split personality. The good and the bad.
There is the gentle side, the side you know is present by two black eyes. This side will have a smile and a kind word for those around him. The bad side has silver eyes. This side would rather be the silent hunter, ready to attack and destroy. But more often then not you will see one of each color meaning a balance between the two. He will be quiet but he isn't thanking of how much fun it would be to hunt you. But you'll have to work at him to get him to talk.
The Past
Gavin was attacked when he was 16 years old by a hunter. It wasn't a simple I'm going to kill you type thing though. The hunter took him and tortured him. Shot him in the head but with Gavin being a born wolf he would just heal it and so the hunter would do it again. Until finally Gavin didn't seem to heal it.
The hunter also stabbed and cut him with a pure silver blade over and over again until it finally scarred. When it appeared that Gavin was dead the hunter threw the body away feeling no need for him anymore.
Days Gavin laid in an alley supposedly dead. Until one day the wolf within him awoke and forced him abck awake. But Gavin had no memory. Only that of what had happened within the last month with the hunter. The boy became the hunter and killed the one that had tortured him. Saved the wolfess the man had in his grasp at that very moment.
Then for years after that Gavin hid in the forest around the acedemy. Hunting game and surviving that way. After some time a student, also a wolf, found him and took him to the school. At first Gavin wasn't comfortable there. Always on edge and nearly killing his roommate. But after some time he finally settled down and accepted the new life, and also got his own room as a just in case.
He approached the Headmistress and became not only a student but also the Physical Education teacher. A way to help his stress level is how the wolf sees teaching the class.
The Family
Gavin has no family, has no memory of a family. From the day he was attacked everything before that is lost. He doesn't have a childhood and by the time of his attack he was alone, no one was around for him. Gavin may not even be his real name. His I.D. only said G. Nevan and he was in Ireland with the accent to match.
The Finale
The roar of the falls blocked out almost all sound from around the female werewolf who crouched on a stone around the pool’s edge. The mist from the crashing water coating her skin and hair making the strands stick to her forehead as her jade eyes scanned the area for any other form of life. She had never been to the falls over her few months of living in this chaotic city, in fact she hadn’t even known it was here until she managed to get herself a little lost on her run.
The run today had not been her normal routine, in fact it had even been her second run of the day. The beast within her was fighting her control. What control she had been taught by her lost pack and the years of solitude among other cities. Her eyes shifted to amber as a howl ripped from her throat. No she wouldn’t let herself loose this fight. That was useless, she was not so weak as to loose control without a fight. One would think that with her being born a wolf the control would not be so hard to come by but alas it slipped through her fingers a couple times a month. She hated being so young for this reason. Ralph had explained to her about eventually gaining control, but not when she would gain it. The white she-wolf figured it was because it depended on the wolf.
Slowly she slid her hands into the cool water of the pool and splashed water onto her face fighting back the sweat that was beginning to perspire from her pours. She opened her eyes taking deep shaking breaths and new they were back to her “humanoid” green. The clash of emerald against jade within her iris that fought against the black of her pupil. A shiver ran down the length of her spine and if not for her secure footing with her black boots she would have slipped on the slick rock she was perched on. “God when will it get easier?” she asked looking up to the sky. No she didn’t believe in the God that the humans worshipped but someone had to be out there listening to her.
Another rise from the beast as it felt like claws trying to rip through her abdomen and Jessi did loose her footing as she called out in pain fighting the creature within her. She fell into the deep water and had no time to draw breath before her face was submersed in the liquid. Swimming up, being drawn down by her clothes and boots, she finally broke the surface and gasped for air. “Shit!” she yelled gripping onto the rock that she had just fallen off of. The good news about being completely soaked however was the beast had gone back down the tunnel of her mind.
Slowly she pulled herself out of the water the muscles in her arms bunching as she kicked up with her feet. Rolling out of the water Jessi landed on her back and kept panting for air her green and gold eyes staring up at the sky above her. The mist continued to land on her already cold body but the beast was no longer there. Sighing and closing her eyes Jessi caught the sounds of animals moving around the area. Birds in the air as well. But there was no sound of someone approaching her. Which she took as a good sign since she didn’t have the energy yet to move. “Shit thing is goin ta kill me some time.” She cursed, her southern drawl showing through as she spoke, and rolled onto her stomach.
Pushing up into a push up position she shook her head shaking the majority of the water out of her hair. “Great day for a swim.” She barked a laugh at herself and then went back to rest on her knees and the balls of her feet. She was better now, at least she could move. With all the sounds around her Jessi couldn’t tell if someone was out there. But she couldn’t smell anything on the small breeze that blew through either so she let the tension fall away from between her shoulders. Sitting back against the rock Jessi leaned her head back and let the mist settle on her face clearing her thoughts a little more. “Damned beast should be getting easier by now.” The she-wolf growled low in her throat at herself but there wasn’t much fight left in her if the wolf decided to try to surface again. She would be forced to shift.
~~This post was taken from WVRP and the character Jessi. Yes she is mine no worries there. The one below is from my character Blaze. deal with the length bitches~~
The music blared through her ears and helped her mind clear of the subject she didn’t really want to think about. Sure eventually she figured she would have to but that didn’t matter right now. Clenching and unclenching her fists the little woman stretched the well used muscles of her hands trying to loosen the stiffness that had a tendency to sit in whenever they got as injured as they were. Of course she was careful not to stretch them too much and cause the gashes on her fingers and knuckles to break the scabs. Moving her neck in a circular motion stretching the cuts on her neck she thought she felt a trickle of blood. Gingerly she put her fingers over where the cuts with stitches were but when she showed the fingers in front of her face they were clean of the red life substance.
Really she couldn’t believe that she had let herself get so beat up with just one hit. She wondered if she became a superhuman if that would still happen. “No that’s why they are super.” She berated herself once again and then turned the song over in on her playlist. The heavy metal guitar part started with the drums as the music pounded.
I have control of a history untold
It begins with the father of sin
I walk alone in the garden of stone
I turn into the monster within
Life is too long for me
Life is too long for me
Her eyes closed for just a second while she thought about the words for the song. It was a song she often dedicated to any vampire or werewolf she ran into but in a sad way it fits into a lot of people’s lives. Hers included. Blaze opened her eyes and looked around. Still not many people around, of course it was the middle of the night and a lot of people learned to stay indoors at night. Some of them learned the hard way.
I lose control as the story unfolds
It has been like a knife to bare skin
I walk alone like a king with no throne
I burn up from the monster within
Life is too long for me
Life is too long for me
She was human and she knew that in this world that was a weakness. Of course she could easily change that. Be turned into something beasty but she liked her humanity. Cherished it really. But it was a weakness. Clenching and unclenching her hands again she stood up.
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
'Cause I have tried to need this
I like going to pieces
I like going to pieces
'Cause I have tried to need this
She turned to get ready to leave feeling that this part of the song was a little too true for her and that bugged her. But that was when the loud bang echoed over her music and she spun in the direction of the alleys. At first the movement had been too quick and her vision was a little shotty. She blinked her deep brown eyes a couple of times to clear it needing to be able to see. Her left hand sat on the butt of her gun in her thigh holster the safety already flipped off and the other hand sat on the butt of the gun that sat in the inner pants holster at the small of her back. But of course that safety was still on since the draw for it was a bit harder then the draw for the one on her thigh. She thought she saw someone and it looked like they were fighting something. It was dark in the alley that they fought at so it was a little hard to tell.
Slowly walking towards the two fighting she noted that the fight was kind of one sides. “Shit.” Blaze said with feeling and halted her steps. If someone could take care of an outsider that fast there was no way she wanted them near her. That was just asking for a death wish and that she really didn’t have right now. Even in this Hell she still wanted to live, party, and enjoy life. Of course if she kept running into these fuckers that wanted to fight her she didn’t know how much more she could enjoy.
Her eyes watched as the outsider fell to the ground dead and kept her eyes locked on it. She couldn’t kill an outsider without help from other people. Of course that was why she typically stayed in the city and didn’t often leave it. Sometimes she would but she had only run into outsiders once to her luck. Staring at the corpse she found it hard to raise her eyes and meet the eyes of the man that had fought it. But finally she was able to control her body and she lifted her eyes to look at the man.
He was wearing armor, of course that was normal in this day an age, better to wear armor since it protects the body in a fight. But what Blaze stared at were the wings on his back. She had never seen anyone with wings before and she was sure it wasn’t natural. “What the hell?” she said staring at the wings a little too much before closing her eyes and shaking her head. She must be seeing things. Blaze opened her eyes again and this time ran them over the rest of his body. He was taller then her, but then again that wasn’t hard. He had quite a few weapons strapped to himself which like the armor wasn’t anything that wasn’t usually seen. It was when her eyes finally reached his face that for just a second she stopped breathing. Sure he was a looker but that wasn’t what had made the air tight around her. He was looking at her. She hadn’t been expecting that. She had gone through the whole night unnoticed and now here she was being stared at, of course she was staring to so what right did she have to bitch. She locked her dark chocolate eyes with his jade ones and slowly began to breath again. If she needed to use her guns there would be plenty of time for no breathing later.
Of course thinking of her guns she realized that she still had her hands wrapped around the butts and that wasn’t comfortable for very long when one’s hands are more likely to cramp that way from injury. Slowly she moved her right hand away from the gun and flexed the muscles. All she did with the left hand was instead of holding onto the gun she set her hand on top of it. The music player was forgotten until a loud scream of a song pierced through her mind and she winced. Blaze pulled the ear bud out of her hear and stuffed them back into her pocket where the music player was but that was all the distraction she had before her attention was turned back to the man in front of her. She felt she should say something but what was she supposed to say? Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth to speak but ended up closing it again. Shit she really didn’t know what to say.