Post by Ripper on Aug 23, 2009 1:14:08 GMT
Name: Ripper
Nicknames: Rip.
Race: Werewolf --pureborn
Occupation: Fighter
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian--tanned
Age: 700, appears to be in his late-twenties, early thirties
Clothing: Black lace up combat boots, jeans or utility gear – what Ripper wears is moveable and when it wears out, is replaced. Dark colors are favored, but he stopped worrying about it long ago.
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 215lbs
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Jewellery: N/A
Body Modifications: Ripper has many scars – most from his breaking – that he wears nearly as proudly as one would a medal. He’s most proud of a thick one along his collarbone that Sheppard himself gave him.
Wolf Form
Build: Ripper is a tank. Muscle bound and lethally quick, he moves on four legs and two with speed.
Height: Quadruped he stands about 5’1’ and bipedal he stands about
8’3”
Weight: 440
Hair: Black, an inch or two at best.
Eyes: Gold
Defining Marks: The fur along his neck has silvered, like his scar.
Pack
Pack: Sheppard’s
Position: Member--Fighter
Territory: N/A
Hair
Length: Short
Style: When its cut, its buzzed.
Color: Dark brown
Facial Hair
Length: None
Style: Occasionally he’ll allow facial hair, but for the most part stubble is the limit.
Eyes
Color: Grey
Oddities: Ripper likes to allow his eyes to bleed into his wolf’s when he’s casually speaking – especially when it unnerves the prey.
Personality: Whoever Ripper used to be is long gone. What Sheppard wishes, Ripper provides. Blood makes him smile, bones breaking make him laugh. A woman’s scream brings a near twinkle to his eye – he’s lost what was left of himself long ago, leaving a demon. He speaks when spoken to around Sheppard, and without Sheppard makes himself clear reasonably well. His charisma isn’t high, so he’s blunt and clipped. His favorite past time is learning more from his alpha – particularly how to break bones… but he’s not really concerned with perfecting that… not for a while. Knives make him happiest – forever flicking switchblades and the like, Ripper allows them to speak for him – and when he makes blood flow, he becomes nearly chatty. Sheppard is his mentor and his commander – whatever he says goes – Ripper will lock down on something until Sheppard says let go.
Weaknesses: The werewolf’s aversion to silver of course – though nearly all the blades he carries have silver tips. His devotion to Sheppard is blind – if told to jump off a cliff, he’d go. He’d fight to the death if Sheppard wished it, never pausing for his own life. He sees guns as weak things – preferring hand to hand combat, so is unlikely to take into account injury a gun might give him.
Abilities: His pureborn status and age give him incredible speed and agility, and his bladework over the years has made him a master of the knife, no matter the size.
Weapons: Several blades of varied length – 3 with silver edges. A switchblade, and his fists.
Prized Possessions: The switchblade was given to him by Sheppard when they took down a rival – the blade is the only one he’s sure to retrieve when a fight is finished, and his preference when making the final killing cut.
Home(s): With Sheppard
History: Ripper remembers nothing before his first full moon. Even the torture that took place that night and for years afterward have no place in his mind – those memories boil in a swirl of madness behind his eyes. It was Sheppard who brought him pain – but in his mind now, it is Sheppard who has made him into who he is today. His life belongs to the wolf who let him live – who made him stronger and shows him the pain that life brings – allowing him to share in bringing it to others less worthy of breathing. For centuries, he has worked his way to high standing from his Alpha, and his blind obedience to him give him reason enough to go on living that way. Without Sheppard, Ripper feels chaotic – his wolf needing the pack – and in the true nature of the perfect soldier – with Sheppard comes a bloody, cruel world of cold calm.