Post by Jesse on Mar 5, 2007 1:23:15 GMT
Name: Jesse Richardson
Nicknames: Jess, Ghost
Race: Werewolf (bitten)
Occupation: Fighter (Lucian’s Pack)
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian
Age: 289
Clothing: Jeans, dark shirts – he doesn’t think about it.
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 210
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Jewellery: None
Body Modifications: One long, thin white scar across his abdomen.
Wolf Form
Build: strong, not overly bulky – powerful.
Height: 8’4”
Weight: 340lbs
Hair: White/grey
Eyes: Green
Defining Marks: A long tail, and a dark grey streak – matching the grey scar on his abdomen.
Pack: Lucian's
Position: Fighter
Territory: Wherever Lucian is.
Hair
Length: long enough to get into his eyes, but he doesn’t let it go too long.
Style: Messy
Color: Black
Facial Hair
Length: Depends on the day
Style: Scruff
Eyes
Color: Brown
Oddities: N/A
Personality: Jesse used to be an open and easygoing man. When he became a wolf, the power went to his head. He is cruel, quiet and only loyal to one who he sees as his equal. He has a dry, sarcastic way of talking – when he chooses to speak. Usually he waits, watches.. and assesses. Very little escapes Jesse’s notice – and is logged for future use for him.
Weaknesses: Silver allergy, as per most werewolves – he has a fear of water. He won’t swim unless he absolutely has to, and even then his wolf is near, he nearly loses control.
Abilities: Nothing beyond the usual werewolf abilities.
Weapons: Jesse carries a switchblade knife with a blade lined in silver.
Prized Possessions: His lighter, engraved with a wolf’s form. He clicks it quietly – enjoying the snk sound it makes – he uses it to intimidate.
Home(s): Lucian’s pack – wherever it roams.
History: Jesse Richardson was born to a small village in an early colony in what was to become Michigan. On a hunting trip with his father, they were pursued by wolves – something that changed young Jesse’s perception of the animal forever. Rather than being afraid of them afterwards, he was obsessed – hunting them, seeking them out whenever he could. On one occasion, he left his chores behind to follow a howl – and crossing an icy river, fell through. A man saved his life – Jesse never knew him – but he granted Jesse the favour that he would forever thank him for. The man’s arm was cut against the ice – the strength in the body was amazing… and Jesse’s mouth had met the blood. From that day onward, the moon began to rule his life. Each moon he’d race into the forest – running and being with the packs in the forest.
One moon’s trip lead him far from home – and when he finally arrived back – his village was gone. Only in his 20’s, he surveyed the scene almost impassively – this meant he was free to run as a wolf. He never knew who had attacked – but after burying his mother and sister, he took what supplies he could find and left. A nomad for a long time, he began, to his dismay, crave to be with those like him.
That’s when he met Cora. One night he was stealing food – and a green eye’d woman approached him. She was so silent.. handing him a pie, he devoured it – his eyes never leaving hers. When she turned wolf infront of his eyes, he fell in love, and fell hard.
The two were together for decades. Living by their wits, living for each other and for the hunt. They crossed into territory belonging to a pack of werewolves – never realizing that wolves like them could run in packs too. The pack’s Alpha fell in love with Cora and wanted her for his own. Jesse and he fought – hours and hours – blood flowing from their wounds, neither giving up. Jesse was knocked down in a moment of treachery from the Alpha’s right hand – a silver knife thrown to his belly and Cora threw herself between the two. Her human form was snapped in half by the brutal leap meant for Jesse.
Jesse went mad. He cut the Alpha down, killing him with a powerful blow from his front claws. The rest of the pack bowed to him as Alpha, but he wanted nothing to do with them. Pretending to accept the role, he ruled the pack for a time, finally challenging the former Alpha’s right hand, killing him in a vicious and slow fashion, finally slicing the wolf’s neck open with the very knife that had delivered the wound to him. He carries it to this day.
Without a word, he left that pack and roamed. He both longed for and yearned for a pack of his own again.
Entering a new pack’s territory, he came across a battle – raging between two wolves. One wolf stepped back and Jesse saw a man across the raging battle cocking a rifle. Without pause, he bolted through the battle and took out the sniper, revealing the silver shot to the winner of the battle. If the winner had been the leader of the sniper, he would killed him. But the winner was Lucian – earning Jesse the nickname of Ghost, for all Lucian saw was the white shape leaping across the fire - and upon hearing of Lucian’s pack – Jesse decided that he would join it. It was too lonely to be a wolf alone… and he wanted someone to protect. Lucian reminded him of what a wolf meant – ferocity in leadership and loyalty.. and Jesse was a wolf, first and foremost. So Lucian would be his Alpha. And woe betide he who gets in the way – for there’s nothing left in the world that Jesse Richardson cared about. And its those who have nothing left to lose, that are most dangerous.