Post by Ryder on May 7, 2007 8:17:14 GMT -5
Ryder Cantrael
Race : Fire Demon/Lycan Hybrid
Age: 22
Parents: dead, killed by Ryder in a blood rage
Siblings: none, only child
Other Relatives: A shadowy uncle figure that was rumored to Ryder before his parents demise, but he has never met the man
Other Relationships: none, Ryder has kept away from people since he killed his parents
Personality: loathes what his is, but deep down knows what is right and is willing to give himself for it
History: Ryder was born to a German lycan father who fell in love with a fire demon who had escaped from depths below and disguised herself as a mortal. They had Ryder and then later lived to regret their hormone driven mistake, as Ryder at the age of 18 went into a full moon blood rage and killed them both.
For the next four years he walked the land avoiding living beings and living off the wild. along the way he discovered that he was not competely hopeless and that he still had a chance to do something with his life. Although he found himself unable to stay put in one place for very long as his demonic side would usually kick in and the nearest town would end up a graveyard. So he steered clear of any major towns or farms, trying his best to stay out of trouble and to keep his claws clean.
Other General Information:
What Are Your Character's Flaws? his flaw is the hate he carries for himself
What Are Your Character's Likes? Ryder enjoys water falls, they seem to bring him peace, and he has a strange liking for travelers who wander alone, he sometimes follows them to their destination, making sure they reach it safely
What Are Your Character's Dislikes? Ryder hates other those who would hunt any other kind, those who hunt because of their own prejudice
What Are Your Character's Fears? Ryder fears his own rage, hoping it will never return
RP Sample (2-3 Paragraphs Please):
Ryders heart beat heavy in his chest. Through his window he could see the full moon outside of the trees of the black forest. The inside of his head pounded as if war drums were being beaten upon. He rolled out of his bed and fell to the floor on his knees. The wood was cold beneath his bare skin. The howls outside were terrifying, those damn coyotes couldnt have picked a worse time to sing. His hands clasped over his ears in a desperate attempt to shut out what ever was driving this insanity. His skin felt as though he had been thrown into an oven and were being cooked live, he was not sure but it seemed as though his sight was getting sharper, more clear.
He heard a rip and thought it to be the bed sheets tearing under his weight, maybe being stuck under his foot. But as he looked down he saw that his arms had torn open to reveal black fur. Black fur tipped in orange and red. He could not believe his eyes. He opened his mouth to let out a scream, but his mouth jutted outward into a feral snout, making the scream come out into a deafening howl. He tore at his own flesh trying to wake himself from the nightmare he was living. He turned back to the window, and glared at the moon. It smiled back at him with its sinister white face, its pallid mask of lies. Ryder stood, but something was different, his bones realigned and shifted into angles that were not meant for human shapes. His back brushed against the ceiling and forced him to crouch in the room where he could have easily jumped on his bed and not have hit the ceiling.
There was a creak down the hall toward the door, Ryder wished he hadnt heard it but it rang clear as day in his ears. he could tell who it was just by the weight of the steps.
please no...dont come in here..please God send him away...
His father burst through the door, but it was too late, something in Ryder had snapped. He lunged forward, a scent filling his nostrils. It was that of competition. It was a threat. But deep in the cavern that was now his mind Cantrael screamed against the beast he had become, as he watched it tear his father apart. he saw blood spatter across his bedroom walls. The canine talons ripped organs out of the mans carcass and across the room, hitting the window with a sickening splat, as they then slid down the pane of glass.
The next thing Ryder could coeherently remember was the blood dripping from his fingers as the fur, claws, and smell all fell away, and he knelt between the decimated bodies of both his parents. He screamed, and wept over them, and then ran into the black forest, to live out his life in pain.
