Post by bryant on Aug 8, 2009 9:20:02 GMT -5
**this was an old charrie that i'm just trying to bring back since he got deleted**
Character's Name (Nicknames): Bryant (Bry) Cowelle
Gender: Male
Age:19
Category: Werewolves - no pack
Sexual Orientation: Strait
Family:
Resa Cowelle - sister
Litty - mother(deceased)
Daniel Cowelle - father(deceased)
Character History:
Throughout his child hood, Bryant had to watch his sister go through constant abuse and he felt helpless watching her pain. He had his fair share of pain too. Whenever Resa wasn't around, their father would beat him. Of course he'd hit harder because he was a boy and he would miss weeks worth of school recovering. As he became older, he'd spend less and less time at home, trying to find a way to escape his own little circle of hell, leaving Resa to fight her own battles.
One day, he came home from school to find Resa out in the back yard, crying histerically. Puple bruises running up and down her arms. It was the last straw for him. He hopped in his car and drove away to Los Angelas where he picked up drugs. He returned to Resa six months later as a new official druggie. Resa made him promise he'd make his way to rehab, only to make returns with broken promises.
He lost his mother, his sister couldn't even look at him and was sick of giving him second chances, and he was left utterly alone. After the last time seeing Resa, he actually went to rehab. He made it past his first 6 months clean and he resolved to be that way. Now his goal is to find his sister and prove to her that he has changed.
Character Appearance:
Bryant has short black hair that's usually gelled in a million different directions. He has brown eyes like his fathers which torture him every day. Purple bruises have grown under his eyes from his constant drug use, but are now dwindling away after his new rehab. He's a little over 6 feet tall and is very muscular, werewolf muscular.
A simple dresser, Bryant spends much time in shorts and plain tee-shirts. He could honestly care less about fashion. But when needed, he could dress himself quite decently. His mother taught him about good presentation so if need be, he would have no problem finding a suit or business outfit and look quite smashing.
Strengths:
Speed
Agility
Strength - physical
Photography - a family trait
Being able to see through people
Weaknesses:
Drugs
suffering of his sister
His sister - in general
His past
A good party
Personality:
Bryant has been pushed to his breaking point his entire life and all he wants is an escape. After finding drugs, he became addicted. No matter how many times Resa begged him to go to rehab, he couldn't bring himself to lose the high. He has issues learning to trust people. He needs to get to know someone extremely well before trusting him. For now, all he really has is his sister.
Now that he's come home - for good this time - Bryant is on a mission to change himself. He wants to bring back the Bry from before his father went ballistic, from the days where he was happy. For now he's on a mission to find himself and what life and love really are because he's never truely had either.
RP sample:
Code:
Damian rode the small elevator down to the street level, entering the dim light. Luckily it was raining in Italy, so he didn't have to wear the hood of his cloak. There was no need to hide is in human appearance for most of the town had hidden indoors to escape the rain. Damian laughed as he watched two young children run from their van to the shelter of a toy store. He never understood why anyone was afraid of a little rain. What had a little water ever done to anyone? Certainly no more than he could do to them.
The lights to a small flower shop were lit making a boquete of roses shine through the rain covered window. He entered, setting of the small bell Damian had found so irritating whenever he entered a store. An old woman smiled from behind the counter. He nodded out of old habbit before taking the celophane wrapped roses to the cashier.
"Is that all?" she asked in a frail voice. Damian loved that even though he was over a century old, he'd never have to look like the woman. His skin would never be a wrinkly mess and his voice would never shake. He enjoyed being strong and overwhelmingly beautiful. How else would he lure his pray? No one would follow an old lady into a dark ally just because they said to do it.
"Yes, thank you." He placed the flowers on the counter, watching the woman's shaking hand punch in the numbers. He had the money out before she could even tell him the price. He placed a fifty on the counter and turned away as she tried to give him his change. "Keep it," he said as he walked out the door. Normally, he wouldn't be so generous, but he had Serenity to liven his mood.
Damian ran his way through the dark tunnel to the Volturi headquarters, skipping the elevator and running up the stairs. He headed towards the door to the room that contained Serenity, but froze as he heard her voice. She wasn't talking to herself, he could hear the angry yells from someplace else. Someone who was not in the room.
"I should have listened to you, I should have kept away from the forest, but at the time it seemed so safe. But then he showed up and-" ..."He?! Where are yo~"... "-took me away. He thought I am Arabelle. But she's dead, they even said so! I am so sorry Ben,"
The name made Damian's body tense and he hissed quietly as to not interupt the conversation. The roses crumpled in his hand, he didn't even notice the thorns as they flattened under his marble skin.
I tried calling you when he showed up but-" ... "Serenity, calm down. Who is he? Wher~"... "-knocked the phone away from me. I think he broke my wrist but it is numb now. He grabbed me-" A growl came from whoever Serenity was talking to.
Damian through the flowers to the other end of the room and pressed the sides of his cloak, letting out another hiss as he realized his phone was missing.
"He took me to the airport, and we flew over here." Another growl. "I am so sorry. I should have listened. I wouldn't be here if I listened. But he threatened to send people to kill you, and I didn't want that. Ben, he's another vampire. I just-" "He is what?! Serenity where are you?"
Damian stormed over to the door ..."He brought me to-"... and flung it open. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" he roared. If Damian still had blood, his face would have turned purple in fury. He threw Serenity back to the wall, not as hard as he normally would, knowing he didn't want to hurt his loved one. "How on earth did you get this?" A long growl left his throat. "He tossed the phone onto the side of the bed. "I told you, you're MINE!"
He could feel venom filling in his throat, his thirst growing at the blood the drizzled off Serenity. He couldn't stay here or he'd kill Serenity, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him - thank you extra strength doors, it didn't break off the hinges. He ran his way back out to the streets, hopped in the closest car he could find along the allyway and sped off towards the woods, drinking from 2 bears((OOC: I have no clue if there are bears in Italy, but it's all I could think of at the moment)) before turning back to Volterra.
Serenity was still lying on the floor, surrounded by blood, venom still dancing at the edges of his fangs. She didn't move from her spot there. He knelt next to her, the smell of her blood drawing him in to drink it. He was surprized no one of the Volturi had smelt it and come up, but he was glad. "Serenity," he whispered brushing her hair from her face. Her eyes didn't open and he could feel that her pulse was weak. "Oh, god," he whispered, "what have I done?"
Celebrity Claim: Jesse Metcalfe
Code word: VICTORIA
Character's Name (Nicknames): Bryant (Bry) Cowelle
Gender: Male
Age:19
Category: Werewolves - no pack
Sexual Orientation: Strait
Family:
Resa Cowelle - sister
Litty - mother(deceased)
Daniel Cowelle - father(deceased)
Character History:
Throughout his child hood, Bryant had to watch his sister go through constant abuse and he felt helpless watching her pain. He had his fair share of pain too. Whenever Resa wasn't around, their father would beat him. Of course he'd hit harder because he was a boy and he would miss weeks worth of school recovering. As he became older, he'd spend less and less time at home, trying to find a way to escape his own little circle of hell, leaving Resa to fight her own battles.
One day, he came home from school to find Resa out in the back yard, crying histerically. Puple bruises running up and down her arms. It was the last straw for him. He hopped in his car and drove away to Los Angelas where he picked up drugs. He returned to Resa six months later as a new official druggie. Resa made him promise he'd make his way to rehab, only to make returns with broken promises.
He lost his mother, his sister couldn't even look at him and was sick of giving him second chances, and he was left utterly alone. After the last time seeing Resa, he actually went to rehab. He made it past his first 6 months clean and he resolved to be that way. Now his goal is to find his sister and prove to her that he has changed.
Character Appearance:
Bryant has short black hair that's usually gelled in a million different directions. He has brown eyes like his fathers which torture him every day. Purple bruises have grown under his eyes from his constant drug use, but are now dwindling away after his new rehab. He's a little over 6 feet tall and is very muscular, werewolf muscular.
A simple dresser, Bryant spends much time in shorts and plain tee-shirts. He could honestly care less about fashion. But when needed, he could dress himself quite decently. His mother taught him about good presentation so if need be, he would have no problem finding a suit or business outfit and look quite smashing.
Strengths:
Speed
Agility
Strength - physical
Photography - a family trait
Being able to see through people
Weaknesses:
Drugs
suffering of his sister
His sister - in general
His past
A good party
Personality:
Bryant has been pushed to his breaking point his entire life and all he wants is an escape. After finding drugs, he became addicted. No matter how many times Resa begged him to go to rehab, he couldn't bring himself to lose the high. He has issues learning to trust people. He needs to get to know someone extremely well before trusting him. For now, all he really has is his sister.
Now that he's come home - for good this time - Bryant is on a mission to change himself. He wants to bring back the Bry from before his father went ballistic, from the days where he was happy. For now he's on a mission to find himself and what life and love really are because he's never truely had either.
RP sample:
Code:
Damian rode the small elevator down to the street level, entering the dim light. Luckily it was raining in Italy, so he didn't have to wear the hood of his cloak. There was no need to hide is in human appearance for most of the town had hidden indoors to escape the rain. Damian laughed as he watched two young children run from their van to the shelter of a toy store. He never understood why anyone was afraid of a little rain. What had a little water ever done to anyone? Certainly no more than he could do to them.
The lights to a small flower shop were lit making a boquete of roses shine through the rain covered window. He entered, setting of the small bell Damian had found so irritating whenever he entered a store. An old woman smiled from behind the counter. He nodded out of old habbit before taking the celophane wrapped roses to the cashier.
"Is that all?" she asked in a frail voice. Damian loved that even though he was over a century old, he'd never have to look like the woman. His skin would never be a wrinkly mess and his voice would never shake. He enjoyed being strong and overwhelmingly beautiful. How else would he lure his pray? No one would follow an old lady into a dark ally just because they said to do it.
"Yes, thank you." He placed the flowers on the counter, watching the woman's shaking hand punch in the numbers. He had the money out before she could even tell him the price. He placed a fifty on the counter and turned away as she tried to give him his change. "Keep it," he said as he walked out the door. Normally, he wouldn't be so generous, but he had Serenity to liven his mood.
Damian ran his way through the dark tunnel to the Volturi headquarters, skipping the elevator and running up the stairs. He headed towards the door to the room that contained Serenity, but froze as he heard her voice. She wasn't talking to herself, he could hear the angry yells from someplace else. Someone who was not in the room.
"I should have listened to you, I should have kept away from the forest, but at the time it seemed so safe. But then he showed up and-" ..."He?! Where are yo~"... "-took me away. He thought I am Arabelle. But she's dead, they even said so! I am so sorry Ben,"
The name made Damian's body tense and he hissed quietly as to not interupt the conversation. The roses crumpled in his hand, he didn't even notice the thorns as they flattened under his marble skin.
I tried calling you when he showed up but-" ... "Serenity, calm down. Who is he? Wher~"... "-knocked the phone away from me. I think he broke my wrist but it is numb now. He grabbed me-" A growl came from whoever Serenity was talking to.
Damian through the flowers to the other end of the room and pressed the sides of his cloak, letting out another hiss as he realized his phone was missing.
"He took me to the airport, and we flew over here." Another growl. "I am so sorry. I should have listened. I wouldn't be here if I listened. But he threatened to send people to kill you, and I didn't want that. Ben, he's another vampire. I just-" "He is what?! Serenity where are you?"
Damian stormed over to the door ..."He brought me to-"... and flung it open. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" he roared. If Damian still had blood, his face would have turned purple in fury. He threw Serenity back to the wall, not as hard as he normally would, knowing he didn't want to hurt his loved one. "How on earth did you get this?" A long growl left his throat. "He tossed the phone onto the side of the bed. "I told you, you're MINE!"
He could feel venom filling in his throat, his thirst growing at the blood the drizzled off Serenity. He couldn't stay here or he'd kill Serenity, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him - thank you extra strength doors, it didn't break off the hinges. He ran his way back out to the streets, hopped in the closest car he could find along the allyway and sped off towards the woods, drinking from 2 bears((OOC: I have no clue if there are bears in Italy, but it's all I could think of at the moment)) before turning back to Volterra.
Serenity was still lying on the floor, surrounded by blood, venom still dancing at the edges of his fangs. She didn't move from her spot there. He knelt next to her, the smell of her blood drawing him in to drink it. He was surprized no one of the Volturi had smelt it and come up, but he was glad. "Serenity," he whispered brushing her hair from her face. Her eyes didn't open and he could feel that her pulse was weak. "Oh, god," he whispered, "what have I done?"
Celebrity Claim: Jesse Metcalfe
Code word: VICTORIA