James Drakkon

[James Drakkon]

James Drakkon

|Full Name|
James Drakkon

|Nicknames / Aliases|
None

|Age|
22

|Gender|
Male

|Sexuality|
Hetro (straight)

|Species|
Werewolf - Eden Wolf

|Password for that species|
Admin - Accepted

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|Height|
6'2"

|Weight|
154

|Eye Colour|
Brown, with blue flakes.

|Hair Colour|
Black

|Appearance|
James's human appearance is that of an athletic 22 year old. His hair is thick and windswept, but it mostly stays down. His eyes are brown with tiny flakes of blue. His skin is slightly tan, and there is no distinguishable marks on his skin, other than three sets of clawmarks on his chest; the first two forming an X in the middle of his chest, and one more intersecting them at the middle in a straight sideways line. It is a mark of his betrayal by his pack. His bipedal beast form is roughly 9 to 10 feet tall, with black fur and a skinny body. His wolf form is the appearance of a grey wolf, being slightly larger than the usual wolf.

|Face Claim|
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|Personality|
James is, to say in the least, a kind hearted person. Since he more or less patrols the Borders (even going in the outskirts of the Horde territory), he points stray humans in the right direction. He doesn't like to fight much, and if he is in a situation where he has to fight he will mostly be defensive. He considers all living things to be valuable, he'll even go as far as to take a hit fo a helpless person. He isn't really talkactive, which least people to assume right off the bat that he is cold, but that is just because he doesn't want let anyone close.

|Likes|

• Life
  
• Nature
  
• Company
  

|Dislikes|

• Horde
  
• Mindless killing
  
• Hellhounds
  

|Personal Weaknesses|

• Too protecting
  
• Socializing
  
• It is hard for him to take a life
  

|Personal Strengths|

• Agility
  
• His ability to take cover
  
• Empathy
  

|Fears|

• He fears of who is family is, since he doesn't know his father or if he has sisters or brothers.
  
• Accidently killing someone who didn't deserve it.
  
• Fire
  

|Goals|

• To save as many humans as he can.
  
• To see what the city of the Host look like
  
• To make acquantinces
  

|Secrets|

• James is seceretly wary of the Host. He knows that the mages mean well, but he wonders about the people who gave them the magic. He just tells himself that he is paranoid, but he is still on his guard whenever around Host people.
  
• This is unknown even to him, but the child he tried to save might still be alive.
  
• He's taken an innocent life before.
  

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|Family|
Mother ~ Unknown ~ Unknown
Father ~ Unknown ~ Unknown
Siblings ~ Unknown ~ Unknown

|Connection to Horde|
He was born into the Horde. Around the age of ten he started to feel extra empathetic toward the sorrow of the humans kept in the Pen. At age 17 he tried to help a human child he was supposed to hunt escape from Hell's Gate. He was driven away and marked because of it and has disliked the Horde ever since.

|Connection to Host|
The Host took him in while he was almost dead, after being wounded by his pack. He owes them his life, but helps out in his own way.

|History|
James Drakkon was born into the Horde as a Hellhound. Growning up, he was never allowed to know who his parents, only of the pack he was put in. He was trained on how to effectivly kill a human, among other creatures. However, when he was ten he noticed that his empathy was slightly more sensitive than the pack he was bound to. He felt the sorrow and fear that men and women held in the Pen felt. These feelings grew inside of him secretly for 7 years, untill one day when his pack was ordered to hunt down a child that was let loose in Hell's Gate. While on the hunt, James broke away from his pack and found the child by himself. He tried to help the child escape. However, his pack found them and, after dealing with the child, tried to kill James. He escaped, but with major injuries. Half dead, he slumped unconcious in a wood between the Host and Horde territories. Some wandering host mages found him and healed them, although some of them regretted it once they found out he was ex-Hellhound. He now stays in the wood, helping in his own way.

|RP Sample|
He loped through the maze-like interior of Hell's Gate. He could feel them searching for him, but he was quite a ways ahead of them. Besides, he wasn't focused on them, he was focused on something else... fear. He could feel it, clawing at his insides, making him almost tremble.

At long last, he could smell the blood of the prey he was supposed to be hunting. He turned a corner and saw her, a girl around the age of 13. She was dressed in rags, her hair was a dirty brown, and her face was that of a terrified animal. He growled unintentionally, and the girl stared right at him. She stumbled backwards, tripping and falling on her behind.

"D-don't kill me!" The girl sobbed. However, instead of pouncing on her and tearing her throat out like she thought he would, the werewolf started to shrink in size. A clawed hand shot out to the side and brought back a ragged cloth, which in turn tied it around it's midsection. Whe the transformation was complete, she saw a teenager standing in front of her.

"I'm not going to kill you," he said in a calm voice, his arms raised in a peaceful gesture. A howling in the distance split the air. "I have to get you out of here," he continued, "they'll be here soon." He held out his hand for her to take, and the girl reluctantly took it.

Instantly he started walking, so fast that the girl had to almost jog just to not be dragged. "Why are you doing this," the girl asked.

"What do you mean?" He stopped but didn't look at her because he was busy trying to find the right way out of the maze.

She looked up at him and tugged his hand to get his attention. "You're a Hellhound, but Hellhounds are mean. Why aren't you mean?" The teenager stood there for a moment, and when the girl thought he was about to go back on his word about killing her, he knelt in front of her and stared into her face.

"What's your name?" He knew they didn't have time for this, but something made him ask her.

"Yana," she said sheepishly.

The teenager thought for a moment, then started talking. "Yana, my name is James. I have been a Hellhound for 17 years, but for some reason I don't want to be anymore. I don't want to be mean, and I don't want to kill, and I don't want you to be killed either. That means we have to get out of this place before the Hellhounds I came in with finds us and-" James was suddenly cut off by a howling right behind him.

He turned around quickly and backed up against a wall. He pushed Yana behind him just as the rest of his pack appeared. The werewolves were still in their feral forms.

"What happen?" One of them barked at James, being unable to utter a more complete sentance.

"Prey behind!" Another one growled. All of the other werewolves started growling menacinly at the two.

Yana was holding onto one of James's hands, and James could feel her start to tremble. "James," Yana whispered, "are we gonna die?" Meanwhile, the rest of the werewolves were barking out words.

"Betrayed!"

"Betrayer!"

"Kill?"

"Yes, Both!"

James gritted his teeth and crouched a bit. "Not if I have anything to do about it," he whispered back at her. The hand that Yana was holding suddenly started to swell. Claws appeared out of the tips of his fingers, and his skin started to get furry. Yana gasped and let go of his hand as the first werewolf jumped out at James and-

James woke with a start, yelling and almost falling out of the tree he was sleeping in. He grabbed a branch next to the one he was laying on and steadied himself. His skin was covered in sweat, and his heart was racing. He let go of the branch and heard a scratching sound. He brought his hand up to his face and saw the claws starting to sink back into his hand.

It was still early morning as he started to tremble, still feeling the fear of Yana as the first werewolf lunged at him. "It never goes away," he said to himself as he swung off of the branch in search of his breakfast.

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|||Your Name|||
Blazzen X (not giving out real name)
|||Your Age|||
19
|||you Experience|||
I have migrated to other sites, but I first started to rp on Starcraft when I was around 13 and 15.
|||Where did you find this site?|||
An advertisement on the main Proboards.
|||Did you read the Setting?|||
Admin - Accepted
|||Did you read the Rules?|||
Admin - Accepted
|||Do you currently have any other accounts on this site?|||
No

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