Post by Ronan Vox on Jul 19, 2017 3:29:24 GMT
Ronan  the basics Full Name •Ronan Devon Vox Nicknames • N/A Age • Twenty Three Rank • Kynigos Birthday • 10/21/1998 Marrital Status • Single Gender • Male Sexuality • Bisexual Race • Lycian the appearance Face Claim • Linus Wordemann Height and Weight • Human: 6'2"; 150lb Wolf: 50in.; 32lb Identifying Features • It's easy to pick out Ronan in a crowd by his bright red hair and pale complexion. He also has light freckles splashed across his forehead and cheekbones. Overall Appearance • Ronan isn't the most threatening person to look at. He's tall, lanky, and always has a look on his face like he's trying to apologize for some unknown atrocity. He has fiery red hair that's cut short on the sides and left a bit longer on top, and green eyes that are like looking into an enchanted forest. Ronan often wears simply a black hoody (to cover up old scars), a pair of old worn out jeans, and gloves to cover his large hands and nimble fingers. His canine form is an Ethiopian wolf. It's fur is just as red as it is in his human form, and though it's thick it's always free of debris. His green eyes carry over to his wolf form, standing out against the harsh red of his pelt. Like his human form, Ronan's wolf form is of decent size but still lacks bulk. What isn't there in strength is made up for in speed and endurance, as Ronan's long legs can carry his lightweight frame quite a ways. the personality Likes • Theft "Practical jokes" Snow Flowers Being around others Dislikes • People who take themselves too seriously Being alone Silence Sitting still Strengths • Distraction Speed Making allies Weaknesses • Subpar fighter Often bites off more than he can chew Impulsive Dreams • Being able to move past his problems and have a family Fears • Falling back into his bad habits, wasting his life Overall Personality •Wherever Ronan goes you can be sure there's a fight to follow, whether it's taking someone's watch and putting it in another man's pocket, or just pushing someone's buttons until they go for his throat, he loves it. Being in large groups of people and finding the meanest looking guy he can just so he'll get punched in the face is an everyday activity for him. The fiery red head is always quick with a joke, even in the most dire of situations he'll be cracking a smile. It's almost as if he doesn't know how to frown, as he's constantly laughing or trying to make others laugh. The one downfall to him is that he always seems to end up with things that don't belong to him. He enjoys petty theft and although he tries to control his urges, still often ends up with a wallet or two. When it's time to talk about real feelings he often makes himself distant, thus it's very hard to form a long lasting relationship with him. His first thought is always of how something can benefit himself, though he recognizes this as wrong and wants to start helping others so that he can "make up" for wasted years. He believes a pack will help his achieve this. the history Father •Gerard | Dead Mother • Elizabeth | Dead Siblings • Scott | Unknown, Amelie | Unknown, Franz | Dead, George | Dead Important People • N/A Hometown • New York, NY Overall History • Gerard and Elizabeth, although deeply in debt and barely able to make enough money to live in their small inner city apartment, were optimistic about the birth of their first child. That optimism hadn't faded in the slightest by the time they found out about their fifth little "miracle". Ronan was, in every way, an accident. The couple's last child had just died a year earlier in a car accident, George hadn't seen his seventeenth birthday. Scott and Amelie had already left home and were starting their own families. Franz was a five year old genius and not very fond of this new baby coming in to steal his spotlight. A devastating blow to the finances, though still loved very much, Ronan was welcomed with open arms into the family. A deeply troubled child, Ronan refused to sit still through any lecture. He defied any kind of authority and refused to work with anyone. Teachers recommended sending him to a special school, but his parents knew they couldn't send him away. He still hadn't shifted for the first time, and they wanted to be there to explain his power to him. As he became older, the red haired boy only became more rebellious. No matter how much his parents coached him and tried to help him, he refused their support. He'd often snap at people that tried to help him with something, preferring to do everything himself. In home lessons he did surprisingly well, often using the excuse of hunting practice just to get away from parents he saw as overbearing. Obviously he was being a bit dramatic, but he wouldn't see that for many years. He dropped out of school and left home at sixteen, despite his father's obvious disapproval and his mother's pleads for him to stay, he headed out into the streets to try and make a name for himself. And make a name for himself he did. While out on the street, he tried about every drug imaginable.. nothing was as good as the rush he got from stealing, the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of a job well done. Ronan took great pride in his work, if he wasn't conning someone out of something or breaking into a house he was honing his skills. He'd sometimes just unlock doors in his downtime, not even bothering to take anything. Crack safes just to prove that he could. He made valuable arrangements, allies, but he had no friends. His life revolved around the game. If something was guarded he immediately desired it, no matter how impossible it was to get to. He always found a way. Being able to turn into a wolf meant he could get into places a normal human would never hope to get to. "If you're good at something, never do it for free.", Ronan began selling his services at eighteen. Clients came easy, no one cared that he was a Lycan. The only thing that matters underground is if you get the job done and you do it effectively. He lived comfortably, filling the holes in himself that he had made with either drug or work. He was about as happy as he could get in that current state, that is until a rival leaked out his drug habit. After that no one would hire him. Who wants to hire a thief on drugs? He'd probably take your money and the item then use it on heroine. What if he botched a job because he was high? His life had been ruined, and as Ronan lay there on the floor... foaming at the mouth in an old, abandoned warehouse, he had one thought before he blacked out. "What am I doing here?" It was a miracle he even woke up, but that next day he went to the hospital and got checked in to a rehab clinic. He quit doing drugs completely, but he still had problems with larceny. Since then he'd been living as a loner in the woods, traveling and keeping himself away from people and bad influences, trying to connect more to the wolf side of himself and be at peace with who he is. He searched for knowledge to distract himself and ward off his impulses, running across loners on his journey he would stay with them for weeks at a time and gather hunting techniques and knowledge of various herbs. Tired of living in the wilderness, and yearning for contact and companionship no matter how unlikely, he began searching for a pack and steady job. the role player Alias • Ro Age • 15 Time Zone • Central State You Live In • Illinois Other Characters •N/A |
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