Post by Cursico! on Sept 17, 2009 12:38:39 GMT -5
"Fuck you Lady that's what stairs are for"
Name: Cursico Jake Sleath.
Nicknames: Curry.
Age: 16 years-old.
Gender: Male.
Height: 6ft2
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: Dark ginger.
Eye Color: Dark Murky Green.
Markings: Has a jig-saw shaped piece of skin cut out of his left shoulder blade, the skin was burnt so that it would never heal. If anyone pressed on the wound it would cause Cursico extreme pain.
Typical slave barcode on the left side of his neck.
Skin Color: Pale cream.
Normal Clothing: Baggy if he can help it, darkly coloured clothes being his favourite, closely followed by neon bright.
Description of Gift: Hightened senses, sense, sight, touch, smell and sound. A faster metabolism means that he heals from wounds faster than the common human, in both forms he can run with the same speed and stamina of a wolf.
Did you guess it? He's a werewolf with an arctic wolf form. Pure yellow eyes with no discernable pupil or whites.
Owned, Free, Rebellion?: Owned- although he isn't willing.
Personality: Cursico is mostly neutral against good and evil. While he doesn't usually hurt people for the sake of it, neither can he bring himself to care for the well-being of others.
When given the chance, Cursico will use strangers to help himself even if it harms them. Although to people he knows and likes he is more compassionate, and... well 'human', although he's still generally obvious about his nature. In his spare time, Cursico enjoys running around outside, his high metabolism means that his body generates alot of energy which needs and outlet.
The teenager hasn't got a good personality to be a slave as he loves the freedom to do as he pleases and is in fact lazy when it comes to doing Actual work.
As a general thing, Cursico dislikes people. It isn't easy to make a lasting impression on him. A short attention span combined with a hugely active imagination doesn't make Cursico much of a people-person, often it gets him into trouble with his Master as he'll drift off and miss a command.
History: Very shortly after Cursico was born, his mother (Corsica) began to notice something different about him. Corsica was a normal(ish) human, so didn't expect her own son could be anything more than a human as well. It took until her baby actually turned into a squirming wolf pup for her to realise Cursico was cursed with a gift.
Still, as a mother she faked Cursico's death and kept her son hidden away from the world, believing that living in the perpetual dark of the basement would be better for him.
In his cement cage, Cursico had very little human contact, and so spent more and more time as a wolf. While he learned to speak and knew how to act properly, the boy usually only dignified a question with a grunt or snarl, often being extremely antisocial.
Eventually someone noticed. While visiting Corsica, Cursico began howling because he didn't have a bottle of water. Corsica smiled and said she was looking after her sisters dog, quickly ushering her guest out the house. A week later while Corsica was out buying shopping a group of people broke into the house and found Cursico.
They didn't immediately assume he was any different to them, so they called social services and had them take the five-year-old child away. Cursico was taken to an adoption center, but when one kid tried to bully him, Cursico responded by turning into a wolf and snarling at the child until it ran away crying.
Word spread and less than an hour later Cursico was facing a smiling social worker as they cuffed his hands ready for slavery. After that he noted how they stopped treating him nicely, he was dragged into a van, and taken to market. A code was printed onto his neck (that was when he started growing his fringe.) and after he wouldn't do anything anyone told him, Cursico got his jig-saw piece cut out of his shoulder. After that he soon calmed down.
Once it was clear Cursico wasn't going to keep trying to kill Slavers, he was sold off to a fat lady who wanted a pet and thought a werewolf sounded good. The hugs were the worst, Cursico couldn't stand how the sack of lard loved to hug him, and for some inexplicable reason despite his obvious gender kept putting him in pink dresses with bows!
Cursico bided that for two years before one day the door was left open and he ran for it. Living on the streets, stealing or hunting for a living it took a while before someone noticed his barcode and Cursico found himself back into slavery.
Years passed hazily, he was forced to work in a bar serving people. Annoying work with his sensitive hearing being blasted by loud music, his eyes shocked with flashing lights, and his nose wrapped in all the odors of people passing their nights.
No good chance to escape came up until he was fifteen. A man mistook him for a girl with his long fringe, and so grabbed Cursico, paying his way out of the building. In the glare of streetlights, the man realised his mistake, and in his shock Cursico turned tail (Literally) and ran himself into exhaustion. Only a day passed until he was caught again. Though his manners had deteriorated, and his baby-fat had long since faded, anyone who got past his feral looks was soon faced with a personality that matched appearance perfectly. In such a manner, he passed his sixteenth Birthday unbought.
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OOC Name: Cursico.
How Did You Find Us? Support Proboards.
Name: Cursico Jake Sleath.
Nicknames: Curry.
Age: 16 years-old.
Gender: Male.
Height: 6ft2
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: Dark ginger.
Eye Color: Dark Murky Green.
Markings: Has a jig-saw shaped piece of skin cut out of his left shoulder blade, the skin was burnt so that it would never heal. If anyone pressed on the wound it would cause Cursico extreme pain.
Typical slave barcode on the left side of his neck.
Skin Color: Pale cream.
Normal Clothing: Baggy if he can help it, darkly coloured clothes being his favourite, closely followed by neon bright.
Description of Gift: Hightened senses, sense, sight, touch, smell and sound. A faster metabolism means that he heals from wounds faster than the common human, in both forms he can run with the same speed and stamina of a wolf.
Did you guess it? He's a werewolf with an arctic wolf form. Pure yellow eyes with no discernable pupil or whites.
Owned, Free, Rebellion?: Owned- although he isn't willing.
Personality: Cursico is mostly neutral against good and evil. While he doesn't usually hurt people for the sake of it, neither can he bring himself to care for the well-being of others.
When given the chance, Cursico will use strangers to help himself even if it harms them. Although to people he knows and likes he is more compassionate, and... well 'human', although he's still generally obvious about his nature. In his spare time, Cursico enjoys running around outside, his high metabolism means that his body generates alot of energy which needs and outlet.
The teenager hasn't got a good personality to be a slave as he loves the freedom to do as he pleases and is in fact lazy when it comes to doing Actual work.
As a general thing, Cursico dislikes people. It isn't easy to make a lasting impression on him. A short attention span combined with a hugely active imagination doesn't make Cursico much of a people-person, often it gets him into trouble with his Master as he'll drift off and miss a command.
History: Very shortly after Cursico was born, his mother (Corsica) began to notice something different about him. Corsica was a normal(ish) human, so didn't expect her own son could be anything more than a human as well. It took until her baby actually turned into a squirming wolf pup for her to realise Cursico was cursed with a gift.
Still, as a mother she faked Cursico's death and kept her son hidden away from the world, believing that living in the perpetual dark of the basement would be better for him.
In his cement cage, Cursico had very little human contact, and so spent more and more time as a wolf. While he learned to speak and knew how to act properly, the boy usually only dignified a question with a grunt or snarl, often being extremely antisocial.
Eventually someone noticed. While visiting Corsica, Cursico began howling because he didn't have a bottle of water. Corsica smiled and said she was looking after her sisters dog, quickly ushering her guest out the house. A week later while Corsica was out buying shopping a group of people broke into the house and found Cursico.
They didn't immediately assume he was any different to them, so they called social services and had them take the five-year-old child away. Cursico was taken to an adoption center, but when one kid tried to bully him, Cursico responded by turning into a wolf and snarling at the child until it ran away crying.
Word spread and less than an hour later Cursico was facing a smiling social worker as they cuffed his hands ready for slavery. After that he noted how they stopped treating him nicely, he was dragged into a van, and taken to market. A code was printed onto his neck (that was when he started growing his fringe.) and after he wouldn't do anything anyone told him, Cursico got his jig-saw piece cut out of his shoulder. After that he soon calmed down.
Once it was clear Cursico wasn't going to keep trying to kill Slavers, he was sold off to a fat lady who wanted a pet and thought a werewolf sounded good. The hugs were the worst, Cursico couldn't stand how the sack of lard loved to hug him, and for some inexplicable reason despite his obvious gender kept putting him in pink dresses with bows!
Cursico bided that for two years before one day the door was left open and he ran for it. Living on the streets, stealing or hunting for a living it took a while before someone noticed his barcode and Cursico found himself back into slavery.
Years passed hazily, he was forced to work in a bar serving people. Annoying work with his sensitive hearing being blasted by loud music, his eyes shocked with flashing lights, and his nose wrapped in all the odors of people passing their nights.
No good chance to escape came up until he was fifteen. A man mistook him for a girl with his long fringe, and so grabbed Cursico, paying his way out of the building. In the glare of streetlights, the man realised his mistake, and in his shock Cursico turned tail (Literally) and ran himself into exhaustion. Only a day passed until he was caught again. Though his manners had deteriorated, and his baby-fat had long since faded, anyone who got past his feral looks was soon faced with a personality that matched appearance perfectly. In such a manner, he passed his sixteenth Birthday unbought.
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OOC Name: Cursico.
How Did You Find Us? Support Proboards.
