Post by rhys uley ! on Dec 21, 2008 19:07:36 GMT 1
;; fundamentals
full name;; rhys cristopher uley [rhys rhymes with kiss]
nickname;; R, RCU, rhys-cris
birthday;; in the summer a few years back
age;; seventeen
sexual orientation;; straight no imprints
job;; is being a werewolf not enough for ya?
Canon;; heck yes man
Species ;; shapeshifter and wolf
;; appearance
general;; Rhys is best characterized by his long, shaggy hair. it's brown, and it always hangs in his eyes and face, which usually bothers everyone except him. he likes the way it conceals his eyes, which are a gray shade of green defined as "moss". they're those kind of eyes that flash when he's annoyed or upset. his face is rather soft, with no protruding cheekbones or anything stupid like that. Actually, he could almost be described as "cute", which is extremely demented considering he's the alpha wolf of the pack. That's part of the reason he keeps his hair so long. It makes him look tougher, or at least he's convinced it does.
His body is rather muscular, but not totally ripped. He's comfortably between skin-and-bones and bodybuilder and he's pretty confident about his image. In an attempt to at least pretend to fit in, he wears typical clothes, mostly jeans and T-shirts with rock band names glued to the front. However, he's pretty sure he doesn't fit in. It doesn't help that his name is Rhys. But at least he's respected by the guys in the pack and he passes for human with flying colors.
His wolf form is a large, long-haired mahogany-colored canine with a lighter tan belly.
favorite;; Rhys is pretty happy with his appearance. His hair and body shape are his strongest points, or at least he thinks so.
hate;; He's not too keen on the fact that his face looks young and attractive. He'd rather go for that wild, all out look that characterizes Jacob Black, for example. He also hates that he didn't inherit much of the Quileute appearance, and he feels distant from the pack he's a leader of.
heritage;; Quileute
ethnicity;; American and Quileute
;; personality
general;; On the outside, Rhys is powerful and tough. He's not about to let anyone, particularly a bloodsucker, mess with the pack that he is the rightful leader of. He's defensive, yet he manages to get his point across verbally and if all else fails physically. His friends say he's god a good head on some nice-looking shoulders. He thinks straight and clearly under stress, and he's not someone anyone wants to mess with, because when he gets mad he gets moody and violent. Most of the time, he's friendly and considerate, though he's not keen on letting anyone into his social group. Friendships are important to him, and he's loyal. People feel comfortable and safe around Rhys, human and shapeshifter alike.
On the inside, however, he's much less predictable. It's like quantum mechanics in there. He has rather turbulent mood swings that he's careful not to show to the outside world, as he's always been taught that showing emotion is a negative indicator. He's a bit too proud for his own good, yet he manages. His biggest concern is his appearance, which is virtually the polar opposite of the standard Quileute, and though no one has yet he's worried people will question his authority as alpha.
hobbies;; running in the forest, annoying bloodsuckers, perusing the Blacks' collection of cars, chilling with friends
dislikes;; those d**n bloodsuckers, hot summer days, people who don't follow instructions, tile floors, gunshots, stress, the color purple
likes;; being around fellow shapeshifters, his wolf form, loose clothing, being alpha, diet coke, nike, chocolate ice cream
Fears;; the bloodsuckers' growing power, the breaking of the treaty, something happening to one of his pack, low body temperature, a huge battle
Secrets;; he's not as brave as people think he is, he feels he's not worthy to be the leader because of his appearance, he's rather fond of one particular vampire with spiky black hair
;; origins
general;; Rhys has had a pretty typical life for a Quileute shifter. he was born seventeen years ago on a hot summer day in La Push and received his education from the Quileute school all of the tribe attend. he was a quiet boy who was always focused on advancing himself without taking advantage of others, desirable traits for an alpha. he followed in his father's tracks even as an extremely small child, and both of his parents were confident that he was to be an alpha shifter.
however, come his thirteenth birthday he had yet to experience his wolf form. only after a severe case of strep throat, which kept him in bed for two weeks, did he finally summon up enough anger and strength to shift. his wolf form was extremely large as a young teenager, though he has since grown into it. like Jacob Black, his wolf has long fur, most likely because of his hair, which he has always kept long.
immediately, he was initiated into the pack his father led, and soon after he took his place. he has always been loyal to the Quileutes and his family,
parents;; Sam and Claire Uley
siblings;; one younger brother, Logan, who is sixteen
other;; he hasn't imprinted yet and wouldn't mind avoiding that whole ordeal. oh, and sorry about the shortness of the history.
;; roleplaying
sample;; Alice slammed the door of her yellow 911 Turbo shut, just lightly enough so it wouldn't leave a dent. Her eyes, darkened with concern, flickered past the hood of the car and onto the street. Cars passed by so nonchalantly it was almost sickening. Having each foot constantly in a different world frustrated Alice. During times of peace, she was glad to be a part of the Cullen coven, but as soon as her visions began troubling her it was a pain being so restricted, so confined. Sometimes she just wanted to scream at the world. The vampire stereotypes didn't help the situation. Sleeping in coffins? That in itself was a little extreme. But especially around the time of Halloween, Alice just wanted to broadcast to the world the fact that yes, vampires do actually have emotions, and secrets, and fears.
Newborn vampires were not a comforting thought, especially when one had the often-annoying ability to predict the future. But she'd seen what newborns had done to her Jasper. They were vicious and often uncontrollable. And those eyes. To be stared at by a pair of those bloodred eyes? No vampire, with the possible exception of Aro or Caius, felt comfortable looking into those irises. The truth was, no newborn was ever good. Perhaps they would become good in a couple of centuries, but that in itself was rare. The Olympia coven and the Denali coven were the only examples of that behavior, out of the thousands of vampires that existed undercover worldwide. Alice's thought process flickered to the tunnels under Disney World, a set of dark, musty interlocking passageways the characters above-ground used to travel around inconspicuously, mostly so Goofy wouldn't be seen near Cinderella's castle. Alice had never been to Disney World, of course, but somehow, those musty tunnels seemed an appropriate analogy, at least at the time. Aside from being relatively psychic, Alice's mind had an odd tendency to create useless analogies and patterns at random intervals. She sighed. While her mind was busy occupying itself with useless activities, there was a newborn loose in the woods, near the river. Alice turned. Sure enough, the creek burbled along, playfully tugging leaves and sticks into its murky waters. She could almost hear the sound of somebody rustling around in the trees. Almost.
Alice locked the door of the yellow Porsche--a useless precaution, but relatively comforting for whatever reason--and set out into the forest at the speed at which a human would jog. It was like meandering around carelessly to her, and as soon as she felt she was out of eyesight she picked up the pace. She sped through the forest at near eighty miles per hour, a speed that usually felt carefree and relaxing but under the current predicament was tense and disturbing. No one except probably Edward, who could be so annoying with all that mind-reading crap sometimes, knew of this newborn's existence. And she intended to keep it that way.
Faster, faster, she urged herself through the greenery and past the branches that flung themselves out of her way. The fact was, Forks felt something like a home to Alice. She knew that the very nature of the Olympia coven required that they move frequently, but she'd been settled in Forks for over a century now. A century. And there were things here she'd do anything to protect. Sentimental vampires. Perhaps the thought was amusing, but she was strangely defensive over this little town stuck haphazardly near Olympia, more than she'd been over any town she'd ever lived in. She was most protective over her family, of course, but the humans, and hell, maybe even the werewolves were worth defending. The fact that one vampire coven had lived in the same place for such a long time was astounding in the least. But Alice took that as some sort of a sign. She'd never seen them leaving anytime soon.
She reminded herself of that as she ran. Nothing, not even recently, had pictured the Cullens leaving Forks. This newborn did not wreak havoc in her visions. And as she finally spotted the newborn, perched lightly on a boulder, she couldn't help but introduce herself. "Hello. What brings you to Forks?" Typically, Alice trusted her visions. She hadn't been wrong in a hundred years. Of course, she hadn't encountered a newborn in a century. But there was a first time for everything.
;; behind the character
name;; erika
age;; thirteen
gender;; female
years roleplaying;; one and a half
location;; denver, colorado
How You found us;; this is alice, man
