NAME: Rae AGE: Old DISCORD: Theraeness#1928 CONTACT:dropbox TIME ZONE: Central
Arrogant, charismatic, personable.
Paul is highly intelligent, able to read people and situations fairly easily, and can talk himself into (and out of) just about any environment for better or far worse. He knows how to play the game and yet he isn’t as perfect as he likes to think that he is. Not by a long shot.
The drinking comes from his father’s side of the family and his mother never protested when Paul began to hit the bottle harder than he should’ve. That was before he left home for greener landscapes and an unknown future. He doesn’t tell anyone about those demons, preferring to leave any dirty laundry in the basket as it can be used against him. Keep your nose clean, his father would say to him during those early days. Using the examples set before him Paul feels as if he has a good perspective on life and what it brings. He makes friends quite easily though whether that is strictly for the purpose of using them to do his bidding or simply so that he doesn’t have to be alone hasn’t been figured out yet.
He can be passionate, determined, and allow himself to be caught up in dramatic situations. He can be compelling when standing before a problematic situation that requires his people skills and inherited traits to get him out of unscathed.
Money isn’t the reason that he works at Zion; he has plenty of green at his disposal should he need it, though it requires more burden than he is willing to give currently.
Standing at an average six foot, Paul has learned to compete in the arena of stylish fashion for the age when the time is appropriate; he will stop at nothing to ensure he is always the best looking man in the room. His hair is a major factor in his appearance; Paul has brown hair that is always groomed to perfection in a style that compliments his flawless skin and square jaw.
His eyes are as blue as the Texas sky in the middle of a cloudless summer and Paul has a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts. He’s known for his ability to charm the pants off of most anyone due to the necessary amount of charisma he has learned to exude in his public life. His own moral compass hangs in the delicate balance.
Privately he can still be put together in a sense, but it isn’t uncommon for those who do manage to get close to not see him for days if he’s gone feeling sorry for himself or trying to outrun his sordid past. Paul keeps himself in shape as much as possible, utilizing any resource available at Zion in an effort to maintain his athletic physique for no other purpose than indulging his perfection.
01. Can’t cook to save his life. 02. Loves the snow. 03. Prefers dogs to cats. 04. Likes classical music. 05. Is allergic to strawberries. 06. Can do without sports. 07. Excellent swimmer. 08. Struggles with self-image. 09. Is decent at keeping plants alive. 10. Wants to travel more.
Werewolf: Paul can shift into and out of his wolf form during the full moon only.. It’s excruciating - the way the bones grind together in an effort to reconstruct a skeleton he otherwise wouldn’t have, the sprouting fur where skin once was, even the obvious shift in the colors of his eyes - the change and it is not something that is done without a good reason. The full moon prompts the change regardless of his wants, the night before and after are used in preparation and also recovery considering the exhaustion and physical toll it takes on Paul’s body and mind.
Known as lycanthropy to anyone that has ever heard of a werewolf, it is a curse of a disease contracted through a bite if the afflicted person survives the attack. There is nothing glamorous about the monster that lurks beneath the skin - it’s mindless, hungry, and nearly uncontrollable. When someone changes whatever happens during their time as a beast is tucked away in a recess of the mind inaccessible by their rational, human mind for the sake of sanity with a few exceptions. It’s a constant source of inner struggle, that fact that someone may have gotten hurt or killed during the time spent as a monster.
The wolf form is large; the muscular animal towers over most other creatures in a bi-pedal stance though it can utilize all four legs for the purpose of moving long distances or short spurts of running. Ears, a tail, a maw filled with razor sharp teeth, and claws where nails once had been bearing those same sharp edges. Black fur sprouts over the places skin used to be, eyes would yellow with canine-like pupils where regular human ones would be. Paul stands at six foot where the werewolf in it’s bipedal form towers at an easy seven feet from ears to the tip of its tail.
Accelerated Healing, hearing, vision, reflexes: Like any of its kind the wolf is able to move at above average speeds, possesses keen hearing, sight, and can heal minor injuries quickly. Major injuries sustained can take longer than average to heal and require more nourishment and rest. Also, any injuries taken as the wolf can carry over into the mortal form if the transformation back to human occurs before the wolf is healed completely. Werewolves do have an increased tolerance for pain which bleeds over into their mortal state, and any enhanced attributes are also accessible in its human form. OOC Note: There would never be any attempt to harm another character without consultation between players OOC before hand and also with mod approval.
In mortal form, as aforementioned, Paul’s senses are enhanced but not anywhere near the magnitude of its four-legged counterpart. As a human he has keen vision, acute hearing, quick reflexes, and a minute ability to heal minor injuries. This does not prevent him from becoming sick (cold, flu, pneumonia), contracting things, or being wrought with disease/cancer. However werewolves are resistant to magic of all types to some degree, both good and bad.
This affliction can be passed to other people that might be susceptible to the disease through bites or scratches. Creatures like vampires, angels, demons, etc. are effectively immune to the disease.
The town of Crested Butte, Colorado was founded in 1880 and is a quiet town nestled in the Rocky Mountains - picturesque and the perfect spot for recreation. Now and then, looking back at his earlier years, Paul realizes that part of him yearns for the serenity and peace of the mountain town. The snowfall, the cold weather, the little community of neighbors looking out for each other. When he resided there with his family, though, he knew he wanted to leave in search of more. Life in a little town could be a challenge for a young man determined to have a bright future. His mother stayed at home to raise him while his father worked at the local Law Enforcement facility in town. There wasn’t much crime in Crested Butte; most of the residents exported from animal attacks, exposure, or not getting enough nourishment during the harsher winter months. His family seemed to do well in spite of the dangers and drawbacks. Any illnesses onset were tended to as best as could be by the local physician though it was no picture perfect scene. Misdiagnosis, new ailments, diseased was apt to tear a town apart. Somehow their community prevailed with minimal casualties.
Places like Denver were booming, and with them rumors of things unimaginable and frightening lurking in the darkened forests grew too. Mothers would tell their children tales of wolf men hiding in the dark, creatures with large teeth that thirsted for the blood of the innocent in an effort to frighten their children from straying too far from home at night. Oh but how those mothers were right. Paul never suspected he would ever stumble upon something more real or frightening until the moment he came face to face with one of those cursed animals.
It was far later than he usually stayed out, that particular evening. A small tavern in town was known to be a local spot for young adults seeking a bit of fun. Paul was there with a few friends having the time of his life when a few travelers around his age entered. It was then his life changed for the better and the worse. Amongst the group was a striking brunette, whom he later came to know as Ilyana. She, like the rest, had come from Denver and were passing through. Being the person that he was, and perhaps being encouraged by his friends. Paul struck up a conversation with the young woman and they ended up leaving together at some point during the night. Whether or not it was a set up to this day he can’t be sure. The next thing he knew someone, or something, was chasing them. All he can remember from that night were the sounds, awful noises that still haunt his soul. After that he was left bleeding in the snow from an animal bite and the mystery woman was nowhere to be found.
The first change had been an experience Paul would never wish on his worst enemy. Without a guide, a pack, a teacher, he was left to his own devices. It didn’t take long before someone in Crested Butte was killed by his own hand - or paw - and it was then Paul knew he had to leave town lest he bring something hellish down upon his family and friends. Without a word, Paul left town without anything except the clothes he was wearing. A local Carnival was in town, and it was there Paul sought refuge. Zion took him in, accepted him for what he was, and he worked security for the place ever since. His secret still weighs down on him to this day but he never talks about it with anyone.