Post by Will on Jun 27, 2006 3:09:47 GMT
Name: William Allan Murphy II
Nicknames: Murph, or simply Will
Race: Werewolf; bitten
Occupation: Fighter - Cole’s pack.
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian; slightly tanned.
Age: 305
Clothing: Will is all about practicality, though he still manages to look rather put together. He normally wears dark - grey or black - button-down shirts, sleeves rolled to the elbow, dark jeans, and a pair of hardy (but well-kept) boots. Should he be in need of it when out on the town, he will wear a calf-length duster made of dark brown leather.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 205lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Single piercing in his left ear
Jewellery: A simple cross pendant made of white gold and a small hoop of yellow gold for his ear.
Body Modifications: A few non-descript ‘battle scars.’ The only thing worth noting is the large scar which covers most of his left shoulder; the mark from his turning.
Wolf Form [/u]
Build: Will’s wolf is not so monstrous as others in his pack, but he is still a formidable creature. The muscles in his limbs and torso are easily seen, and he is fairly broad through the neck, shoulders and chest.
Height: 8’9” - bipedal; 4’8” - quadruped
Weight: 402lbs
Hair: Shockingly bright; an almost strawberry-blonde tone and surprisingly sleek.
Eyes: Bright, pupiless yellow.
Defining Marks: Fur color, perhaps; no tail.
Pack
Pack: Cole’s Pack
Position: Fighter
Hair
Length: Decent length all over and a bit shorter around his ears and the back of his neck.
Style: Straight, normally combed fairly neatly, if he’s in the mood to be neat. Otherwise, he’ll just let it fall how it will.
Color: Light brown/dirty blonde
Facial Hair
Length: Usually no longer than a day’s normal growth; half-inch at most
Style: Light stubble, if anything at all.
Eyes
Color: Blue-grey
Oddities: William's eyes will flood or flash the color of his wolf’s when he is feeling any sort of extreme emotion: rage, fear, pain, etc.
Personality: William is still very much the old world ‘gentleman,’ for the most part. He firmly believes that chivalry is not dead, and does his best to retain the manners that were bred into him by both his parents, in their time. He also takes his duty to the pack very seriously. His noble upbringing and the fact that Cole was kind enough to bring him into the pack has made Will fiercely loyal.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that Will is a stick in the mud; he is one of the youngest fighters, after all. This Scottish-born wolf loves a bit of fun as much as the next pack member, and he’s even been known to participate in the odd practical joke, should the desire catch him. Despite his silly streak, Will does know when to draw the line and get down to business...usually.
Weaknesses: Silver; the metal will make him ill if he is exposed to it for long periods of time, and he will die if mortally wounded with a weapon made of the stuff. Any severe injuries - even without the use of silver - to the brain or spine can render him useless. Will’s chivalry has also gotten him into trouble more than once; it’s actually what got him bitten in the first place. He has only spoken once of that night, and he doesn’t like to think on it; recalling his siring is probably the one thing that will truly dampen his usually cheery disposition.
Abilities: Typical lycanthrope: heightened senses, enhanced strength, endurance, and agility, as well as balance and healing. He has been building up his ability to control his wolf form and can pretty much change at will, unless he is under an extreme amount of stress. Will is also an accomplished sword fighter, having been trained from a young age, and his skills have only grown through the years. He can speak a number of languages, including French, German, even a little bit of Latin, and is a fairly good dancer, as well.
Weapons: A beautiful rapier of folded steel, as well as a large ka-bar and a set of silver throwing knives.
Prized Possessions: The rapier and his cross pendant.
Home(s): The Hyperion with the rest of Cole’s pack.
History: William Allan Murphy II was the first of four children born to William and Gemma Murphy in 1701. All of the Murphy children were brought up to be respectable young lords and ladies, given the very best by their mother and father. William and his brother Gabriel were educated by their father in various subjects, from combat to languages, and while William enjoyed both, it was the former that he excelled at. His father made note of this, and when William reached his 18th birthday, his father gifted him with a beautiful, one-of-a-kind rapier.
It was around this time that William had begun tailing his mother and father to various social functions. They were dull and shallow, but necessary, and William attended if only to make his parents happy. When things became too terribly dull, it wasn’t difficult for William to sneak out with the excuse of ‘needing a little air’ to wander the streets of Edinburgh and find his way home on his own. Not exactly proper, but it was better than dying of boredom.
On one of his little excursions, the eldest Murphy boy came across a most disturbing scene: a young woman was cornered by a vicious looking man, one who’s motives were more than questionable. Chivalry demanded that William act, and act he did. Rapier drawn, he confronted the scoundrel, telling him to leave the young lass be.
The scoundrel then leapt at William’s throat.
The wild man tore at Will’s shoulder with fangs that were completely inhuman, and then his attention returned to his previous quarry. Wounded and stunned, William could do nothing to stop the man as he changed into a ferocious beast and tore the poor girl’s throat out. The creature then vanished into the night, leaving William bloodied, frightened, and - according to the authorities - quite guilty of murder. Will was arrested, tried, and found guilty; he would have been hanged, had the full moon not come along the night before his execution. William doesn’t remember how he escaped, but he does recall running from Edinburgh’s city limits, half-naked and barefoot for some strange reason.
A werewolf. That was what he had become. With the death sentence hanging over his head, and his newfound ‘curse,’ there was no way William could remain in Scotland without eventually being found out. So, he left, trading his homeland for America, where he wandered for centuries, trying to cope with his new condition. And then, he heard rumor of a strong pack on the West Coast, headed by one Cole Stanton. Wanting desperately to have a home once more, William tracked the pack down and pledged loyalty to Cole at first sight. Murph’s loyalty has never wavered once, and there’s no way that it ever will.