Post by sheissunshine on Mar 29, 2009 15:06:30 GMT -5
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Wesley Emmett Norrington
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Wesley Emmett Norrington
nickname(s); Wes, Wessy, Wen, Wenny, Nor
age; 17
birthday; January 27th
grade; 11th
species; Shapeshifter- leopard
gender; Male
sexual orientation You'll find out my sexual orientation when I unzip your pants. (homoflexible)
canon or original; Original
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality; Wes is a rather... closed kind of guy. He tends to hold everything in, rather than telling people how he feels. As a result, he sometimes shouts at people, or tells them off because of something that's bothering him, rather than something that they actually did. He's extremely moody, and snaps at people for the littlest things, though most of the time he doesn't mean it.
He's extremely sarcastic, to the point where some people get offended. He doesn't mean it, usually, its just what comes out of his mouth when he opens it. He is a good guy though, when he's not being moody or sulking he's nice and kind, and a great listener. He loves helping people out, and giving advice, but if you approach him on a bad day, expect that sarcasm to return.
He's a total cheesy romantic, and he loves being spoiled, and spoiling the object of his affection. He's one of those guys who buys presents for the littlest of things, or writes poems and cheesy songs... not mushy, just cheesy. However, he tends to trust to easily, and though he has a wall that he's built around himself, its only made of styrofoam, and people get in, and often leave with his heart. He gets hurt too often, but he still never learns, and still trusts. Some call it naivity. Some say its cute.
likes; riding bikes, silent films, independent foregin films from the sixties and seventies, cartoons, staying up late, dates that consist of ordering chinese and watching scrubs reruns and hanging around in pjs, scaring people with his leopard form, taking catnaps, and running.
dislikes; digital cameras, pennies, clashing colors, elves, getting splashed, dogs, macaroni and cheese, mainstream movies, rap and waking up early.
fears; dogs, worms, and clowns
habits; he has a tendency to scratch things with his nails, biting his lip, and listening in on peoples conversations.
flaws; he's extremely moody, he can be rather lazy, and he's a tad bit violent when provoked.
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents; Nathaniel and Diana, shapeshifters. Raven and owl respectivly
siblings; Alexander- 25 Lion
Trista- 14 Ocelot
kids; none
pets; none
hometown; Paige Arizona
personal history;
Wes grew up in Paige Arizona, lounging in the heat of the desert. As the story goes, he was born in the desert sand, both parents having been totally incapable of making it to civilization before he made his appearance on the world. He was born in his human form, though upon contact with the red sand, he became a leopard, blind, deaf and helpless, he immediately changed back.
Wes and his older brother Alexander never got along. They fought constantly, in human forms, with the swinging of fists, and the kicking of feet, and in cat forms, with a clash of sharp claws and teeth tearing at flesh. Their parents, in their small, bird forms, were unable to stop it. When Trista came along, they settled down slightly, fighting with words, more often than with claws and fists.
Trista was the link between Wes and Alexander. Both of the boys felt extremely protective of their baby sister, and were more concerned with making sure that she was okay. As they got older, the age difference between Wes and Alexander became more prominant, and Trista grew closer to Wes. Exploring the desert sand in their shifted forms, into long hours of the night, with the moon high over their furred heads; it became their favorite passtime.
Alexander left when he turned eighteen, as any boy might do. It wasn't that Wes and Trista didn't notice... it just wasn't important. Alexander had stopped exploring with them a long time prior, to them nothing had changed. Until Trista caught a cold- at least that was what Wes thought it was. And honestly he had no reason to think otherwise, until she got worse, and until she started coughing up blood. And Wes certainly noticed when Trista wasn't strong enough to explore with him anymore.
The time after that really shaped Wes. Without Trista, he withdrew- she slept all day, he didn't have time to tell her. And so he didn't tell anyone. Out in the middle of the desert there was really no one else to tell. The three had been homeschooled, which was a very loose term, basically meaning that they had to do a few math problems, drawn in the sand with a stick, before they could go exploring. Wes didn't know how to make friends, there were no friends to be made after all.
He finally moved out of the house when he was sixteen, and although he felt like he was abandoning Trista, he couldn't bear to stay any longer. She had been his companion, his sidekick, and then- she couldn't be anymore. She had been bed ridden for years, her frail form never left her room. And Wes- well he just couldn't handle it anymore.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; Brown mainly, though sometimes it looks blond, and other times it looks to be the same color as his fur. At times, if he moves his head right, you can see what look to be leopard spots in his hair.
eyes; He has brown eyes, which flit between an amber and a green at times. His eyes are also a rather dominant feature on his face, as well as in his shifted form.
www.brianhamptonphotography.com/content/photos/Rare-Brown-Eyed-Leopard_128.jpg
weight; 121
height; 5'11
tattoos; a patch of leopard spots on his right shoulder blade
piercings; none
anything else; He has several scars on his arms and legs, from fighting with his brother. Additionally, he has a large scar across his back, from falling down a rock face in the desert.
play by/face claim; Adam Young
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Alyi
age; 15
other characters; none
where did you find us? Hollywood Hills
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;(From another site)
Wes turned his head up to the moonlight, which filtered in through the dense canopy of the forest. The silvery orb wasn’t quite full, but offered more than enough light for Wesley’s sensitive eyes. He peeled off his shirt first, then his jeans and boxers folding them neatly into a pile. He didn’t need them now, and he preferred to avoid ripping his clothing. With an almost impossible grace, he leapt up into a tree, paws, not hands grasping the sturdy branch. He blinked, his even more sensitive eyes adjusting to what seemed to be an abundance of light. Ferally, he flexed his paws, retracting his claws, as if getting used to the feeling again.
It had been ages since he had taken up his leopard form; the naturalness that it had once held seemed to be temporarily lost. There just wasn’t time anymore, not to mention the lack of places to go. He controlled his form perfectly, but a leopard in an apartment just wasn’t right. It didn’t feel natural. But, then again, the desert hadn’t been natural for a leopard or an ocelot, though the lion was quite at home. Still though, it had been open space, room to explore, and to run. He loved his shifted form, seeing life from a cat’s point of view was invigorating, and refreshing.
With feline grace, he sauntered up the tree, with a distinctive movement in his shoulders that just shrieked cat. Today wasn’t going to be for exploring, he needed to readjust to his form first. He felt achy, and stiff, like an old man who had fallen asleep for a few hundred years. Instead, he found a branch, high up in the trees, well out of sight. It was a nice branch, Wes thought, as he curled up on it, a paw dangling down. He’d take a nap… a cat nap up in the tree. It would make him feel better, he reasoned before drifting off.
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