Post by lewis on Sept 22, 2009 22:34:05 GMT -5
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.:Full Name of Character:. Lewis Rev Scott
.:Nick Name:. Rev
.:Age:. 381
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Look:. Tall with blond hair and blue eyes, he has what you would call a surffer body as well as intimidating just for a humans eye, not opposed to what others know of him.
.:Height:. 6'3"
.:Portrayed by:. Paul Walker
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Basic Personality:. In human, Lewis is a really relaxed guy that just likes to sit back and have a beer while watching a game or on his boat looking out at the ocean. He stand firmly for what he believes in but also listens with open eyes when something new comes at him.
He doesn't often get angry in human but when he does he prefers to be alone and just get over it himself. If there is reason to stay and argue, he will but mostly just tends to stay with a stern voice, he never clearly just flat out yells at anyone unless he has to.
In wolf he is pretty good about knowing to stay hidden from human eyes, if anyone saw him they'd freak. When it comes to encounters a trail of a human he is good about continuing on his path and straying away from the food. He is often pretty laid back as a wolf to, liking to lounge about unless he is on the hunt. Rarely does he run around searching for a kill just because.
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Species:. Child Of The Moon
.:Transportation:. 2011 Jeep Cherokee
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Birthplace & Date:. Alaska Aug 22, 1628
.:Date & Age of Transformation:. August 1, 1651
.:Family:. Loner, no mate.
.:History:. Born nearly one hundred years before the Cherokee War, a battle between English Colonists + the Cherokee Indians, Lewis was in Alaska, knowing nothing about the wars or much about the United States in general.
When he was ten Lewis thought he saw a dog, a stray, one that he would take home and use the infamous Can I Keep Em phrase but when he got to where the dog had been, it was gone. He never saw much of it, it was too far to realize just how big the dog was but he saw a footprint that confirmed his child thoughts and told his mother. Since he was a kid, she didn't believe him at all. By the time he convinced her to see the paw print, it had already washed away.
Years came and went and soon enough Lewis found himself in a peaceful High School, a love of his life, and a career in being a mechanic. He liked to do hunting as an off sport but only went for the ducks at the least. He felt horrible doing it to anything else. That is when he encountered it, along with his dog, Chay... a male Golden Retriever. He saw the wolf that stood at least five feet tall and this time, it saw him.
The pain from the bite on the peck of his left side was inscrutable and he soon found his anger becoming easier to trigger with everyone in his family. He new he had to get away, he had to run somewhere where he couldn't hurt anyone anymore, even mentally. That place was the United States. He swam in the freezing water and soon enough made it to the land he would call home.
It was there he really found out the wild animal in him, he remembered dream like images of him chasing and killing hikers, kids at camp. The uncontrollable animal had to be tamed but it was a lot harder to do when you were alone in the world and every time he thought he was better, he would kill another. The rage to kill was in his instincts, the hunting was a game... there was nothing he couldn't kill, not even the few vampires that dared cross him lived to tell their friends. His massive body was a unstoppable bullet wanting nothing more then to take town everything in it's path. Would he ever be able to talk to different people everyday or would he sulk alone not knowing if he could be trusted?
He hid in the far forest and as he felt and practiced with his anger as a human, he realized his wolf side was taming down as well. He moved closer and closer to the city and soon enough found it easier to manipulate his anger in a breed of a wolf that would harm no one without the rage he had before, in Alaska.
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