Post by Lord Wade jr on Sept 29, 2014 18:09:46 GMT
Biography[/i][/b][/u]
Name: (Lord Marion Wade Jr.)
Alias: (Lord)
Age: (25)
Gender: (Male)
Species: (Lion)
Sexuality: (Heterosexual)
P.O.B: (Brooklyn, New York City, New York)
D.O.B: (February 21, 1989)
Ethnicity: (African American)
Blood Type: [AB+]
Relatives: (He is estranged from his family but his former crew is his second and truest family.)
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Played-by: (*_*)
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 183lbs
Hairstyle/Color: Short/Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Figure/Build: Athletic/Boxers Build
Scars: Covered by Tattoo’s
Piercings:Right Ear Silver stud
Tattoos: A too many to list veritable filled canvas no sleeves or neck but close
Descriptive Paragraph(s): (Lord is the definition of the successful modern African American male. He is charming his dark eyes convey a seriousness and empathy that seem to carve its way into his audiences mind. His athleticism is apparent even fully dressed it lends an air of menace that colors all he does. His beast while at ease in his skin seems always on him. His beast is a large melanistic Barbary lion that bristles and swaggers with every step and every move. Even when at rest it seems poised to spring into action. )
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes: (Sex, Money, Power)
Dislikes: (Strangers, Being broke, Mindless violence)
Favorite color(s): (Browns,)
Favorite food(s): (New York style Pizza, Calzones, Menudo, Street Food)
Favorite drink(s): (Cognac, Conjure, Don Julio)
Hobbies: (Sudoku, Crossword Puzzles, Mind Games)
Strengths/Weaknesses: (Determined, Decisive, Pragmatic/Coldly efficient, Deceitful, Paranoid, Addictive personality, Borderline Nymphomania ).
Descriptive Paragraph(s): (Lord is the definition of duel personalities. In his cover identity he is the epitome of the dashing hungry club owner providing an illusion that adapts to the viewer. In his true seeming he is a cold predatory monster willing to kill to survive by any means. He swore to himself that he would never be hungry again and does his absolute worst to insure it remains the case. He moves two-thirds of the narcotics that saturates Los Angeles and is always looking for more streams of revenue. He strange as it is own of the major proponents of a drug free club environment. Not one illegal drug is allowed in his club or near its premises.)
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation: (Drug Dealer/ former-Enforcer/ Businessman.)
Native Language: (American English.)
Secondary Language(s): (Spanish)
Primary Skills : (Entrepreneurial ingenuity, Interrogation, Appraisal)
Secondary Skills : (Small Arms, Tactical Environmental combat, Brawling, Security Evasion)
Others: (Criminal enterprise maintenance and upkeep, Drug distribution, Smuggling)
Rank: Alpha
Tier:True Dominant
Primary Ability(ies): (- Shifting
- Enhanced Strength, Senses, Speed, Stamina & Resilience
- Improved Recovery/Regeneration
- Resistance
- Command of Animals
- Call of a Vampire
- Song of Luna
- Resisting the Beast
- Alluring Presence)
Secondary Ability(ies): (- Out of Mind
- Beastly Control
- Hint of the Beast
- Healing Body
- Rage
- Hybrid Manipulation
*Killing Strike
*Sight to Sight
*Metaphysical Control)
Character Concept/History: ( Rising from the streets is an American story as common as Brown eye color. Doing so being able to barely read English is not. Lord was a self-made badass of the streets with a literacy level somewhere in the third grade. It wasn’t that he was illiterate but that he could only read in Spanish. His first language spoken was English while his first language read was Spanish. His family was significantly screwed up and so was his upbringing. His numbers game was off the charts and it taught him to exploit everyone’s assumptions early on.
Such training prepared him for one of two ends. The grave or the jail cell. He escaped one and nearly ended in the grave. Having gone west to pick up a shipment he was ambushed while in San Francisco beaten left for dead. Crawling away to lick his wounds the veterinary he’d gone to for medical service while covering his bases inoculated him with a bad batch of Lycanthrope vaccination. Healing rapidly he attributed it initially to the Vets acumen until his first moon two weeks later. He knew what he was and how to utilize his strength. He devastated the men who had betrayed him. Shifting in the process and would have outted himself save a for falling in with a few lions who were running from a devastation of their clan in New York.
Years passed while he learned how to be both lion and man. He picked up his former trade once he had enough control and was asked to leave or die. He accepted the request and moved south to LA where his connections were invaluable. A new pipeline and a new player in the game. Having worked his way into the city by every mean available to him he mercilessly carved out a niche for himself.)
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim: (Omari Hardwicke)
Pictures:(Optional)
Roleplaying Sample: (Lord looked over the numbers for his businesses. They were doing surprisingly well in this market. Sadly it meant he would need to open another to help wash the monies from his actual business. He needed to find a way to cut into their success as well but that was a matter for another day. Sighing he took a sip of his juice sitting the tablet PC aside and looking out to the ocean as it crashed against the beach.
Yeah he would need a new business. Something with less transparent accounting. Something that he could wash a decently large amount of cash through at one time. It would have to be a nightclub to start. Something mostly cash based. He looked at copies of plans he’d had drawn up. Three weeks and it would be ready for the public. Chuckling to himself he sat it back down on the table and decided to call for a massage. That would work the stress right out of his body and mind.)
Code Phrase: Admin Edited
Adoptable:(Are you?)
Name: (Lord Marion Wade Jr.)
Alias: (Lord)
Age: (25)
Gender: (Male)
Species: (Lion)
Sexuality: (Heterosexual)
P.O.B: (Brooklyn, New York City, New York)
D.O.B: (February 21, 1989)
Ethnicity: (African American)
Blood Type: [AB+]
Relatives: (He is estranged from his family but his former crew is his second and truest family.)
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Played-by: (*_*)
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 183lbs
Hairstyle/Color: Short/Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Figure/Build: Athletic/Boxers Build
Scars: Covered by Tattoo’s
Piercings:Right Ear Silver stud
Tattoos: A too many to list veritable filled canvas no sleeves or neck but close
Descriptive Paragraph(s): (Lord is the definition of the successful modern African American male. He is charming his dark eyes convey a seriousness and empathy that seem to carve its way into his audiences mind. His athleticism is apparent even fully dressed it lends an air of menace that colors all he does. His beast while at ease in his skin seems always on him. His beast is a large melanistic Barbary lion that bristles and swaggers with every step and every move. Even when at rest it seems poised to spring into action. )
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes: (Sex, Money, Power)
Dislikes: (Strangers, Being broke, Mindless violence)
Favorite color(s): (Browns,)
Favorite food(s): (New York style Pizza, Calzones, Menudo, Street Food)
Favorite drink(s): (Cognac, Conjure, Don Julio)
Hobbies: (Sudoku, Crossword Puzzles, Mind Games)
Strengths/Weaknesses: (Determined, Decisive, Pragmatic/Coldly efficient, Deceitful, Paranoid, Addictive personality, Borderline Nymphomania ).
Descriptive Paragraph(s): (Lord is the definition of duel personalities. In his cover identity he is the epitome of the dashing hungry club owner providing an illusion that adapts to the viewer. In his true seeming he is a cold predatory monster willing to kill to survive by any means. He swore to himself that he would never be hungry again and does his absolute worst to insure it remains the case. He moves two-thirds of the narcotics that saturates Los Angeles and is always looking for more streams of revenue. He strange as it is own of the major proponents of a drug free club environment. Not one illegal drug is allowed in his club or near its premises.)
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation: (Drug Dealer/ former-Enforcer/ Businessman.)
Native Language: (American English.)
Secondary Language(s): (Spanish)
Primary Skills : (Entrepreneurial ingenuity, Interrogation, Appraisal)
Secondary Skills : (Small Arms, Tactical Environmental combat, Brawling, Security Evasion)
Others: (Criminal enterprise maintenance and upkeep, Drug distribution, Smuggling)
Rank: Alpha
Tier:True Dominant
Primary Ability(ies): (- Shifting
- Enhanced Strength, Senses, Speed, Stamina & Resilience
- Improved Recovery/Regeneration
- Resistance
- Command of Animals
- Call of a Vampire
- Song of Luna
- Resisting the Beast
- Alluring Presence)
Secondary Ability(ies): (- Out of Mind
- Beastly Control
- Hint of the Beast
- Healing Body
- Rage
- Hybrid Manipulation
*Killing Strike
*Sight to Sight
*Metaphysical Control)
Character Concept/History: ( Rising from the streets is an American story as common as Brown eye color. Doing so being able to barely read English is not. Lord was a self-made badass of the streets with a literacy level somewhere in the third grade. It wasn’t that he was illiterate but that he could only read in Spanish. His first language spoken was English while his first language read was Spanish. His family was significantly screwed up and so was his upbringing. His numbers game was off the charts and it taught him to exploit everyone’s assumptions early on.
Such training prepared him for one of two ends. The grave or the jail cell. He escaped one and nearly ended in the grave. Having gone west to pick up a shipment he was ambushed while in San Francisco beaten left for dead. Crawling away to lick his wounds the veterinary he’d gone to for medical service while covering his bases inoculated him with a bad batch of Lycanthrope vaccination. Healing rapidly he attributed it initially to the Vets acumen until his first moon two weeks later. He knew what he was and how to utilize his strength. He devastated the men who had betrayed him. Shifting in the process and would have outted himself save a for falling in with a few lions who were running from a devastation of their clan in New York.
Years passed while he learned how to be both lion and man. He picked up his former trade once he had enough control and was asked to leave or die. He accepted the request and moved south to LA where his connections were invaluable. A new pipeline and a new player in the game. Having worked his way into the city by every mean available to him he mercilessly carved out a niche for himself.)
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim: (Omari Hardwicke)
Pictures:(Optional)
Roleplaying Sample: (Lord looked over the numbers for his businesses. They were doing surprisingly well in this market. Sadly it meant he would need to open another to help wash the monies from his actual business. He needed to find a way to cut into their success as well but that was a matter for another day. Sighing he took a sip of his juice sitting the tablet PC aside and looking out to the ocean as it crashed against the beach.
Yeah he would need a new business. Something with less transparent accounting. Something that he could wash a decently large amount of cash through at one time. It would have to be a nightclub to start. Something mostly cash based. He looked at copies of plans he’d had drawn up. Three weeks and it would be ready for the public. Chuckling to himself he sat it back down on the table and decided to call for a massage. That would work the stress right out of his body and mind.)
Code Phrase: Admin Edited
Adoptable:(Are you?)
