Post by Florence Harper on Jul 4, 2012 20:27:36 GMT -5
florence castiel harper
✖ NAME:florence castiel 'liwanu' harper
✖NICKNAMES:flo, castiel, cas, casper, cassie (at your own risk) harp, liwanu (Indian given name: growl of a bear)
✖AGE:thirty-two
✖BIRTHDAY:03/19/1980
✖GENDER:male
✖SEXUAL ORIENTATION:bisexual
✖SPECIES:Mexican wolf
✖RANK:Alpha
✖LIKES:✖ those who exert blind, unflinching devotion to a single thing.
✖ watching and observing the actions and reactions of his peers.
✖ emptying his emotions onto a canvas.
✖ walking around the city and interacting with the citizens.
✖ spying and otherwise immoral forms of surveillance.
being around children
✖ wandering his territory.
✖ teasing of his peers and colleagues.
✖ mixed martial arts sessions.
✖ anything with blueberries in it or on it.
✖ the moment right before it begins to rain.
✖ manipulating his environment.
✖ testing his physical limits.
✖ wild partying and drinking.
✖ the art of seduction.
✖ hunting.
✖DISLIKES:✖ being nagged over his choices.
✖ dealing with the Cariven wolves.
✖ hangovers or feeling ill for any reason.
✖ irregular or otherwise abnormal behavior that results in a change in his plans.
✖ being questioned by lower ranking shifters.
✖ being denied anything that he decides he wants and feeling envious of things that others have.
✖ feeling too many conflicting emotions.
✖ making mistakes when his temper flares.
✖ snow and cold weather.
✖ political grandstanding.
✖ anyone who touches his pack.
✖ other 'species' of shifter.
✖HISTORY:A Connecticut native born and raised…well, as native as the rest of his pack one might assume. In all honesty despite the fact that the packs immigration from California took place a good seventy years before his birth, Florence has always felt a sense of displacement in the backwoods of Northern America. Perhaps it’s his inner wolf that realizes the difference or maybe he himself cannot grow accustomed to where he lives but life in Connecticut had always been one lived on the edge.
His parents were initially the betas of the pack, his mother actually holding the rank above her husband who had been a lower ranking wolf among their kin. That aside, it was his grand parents who played a pivotal role in his life, in fact it was his grandfather on his mother’s side who ensured the safety of his birth. His grandparents were among those who emigrated from California and the middle of American lands before reaching Connecticut and taking up root there.
It was within their third year of living in their new home that the squabbles between the Juntair and the Carivan wolves began, and of course those small skirmishes evolved into a full scale war. As the fighting tore between their two packs his grandparents gave birth to Florence’s mother who almost didn’t live to see her adulthood because of a raid. Her mother wasn’t able to fight when the enemy had found her and it was his grandfather who came to their rescue, losing his life to protect them.
History from then is the same all around, his mother grew up fatherless and matured, the fighting reached an unsteady truce and his mother eventually mated after achieving the rank beta. Florence’s Indian name is that of his grandfather’s ‘Liwanu’, From there his story is less colorful but certainly interesting enough to warrant a look.
Florence had always been a very active child but more than that he battled his own demons: anger. He was easily agitated, not something uncommon due to the unique strength of their packs bonds with their inner beasts but his seemed to be arriving quicker than was normal. He was constantly fighting, be it with humans or those of his pack and his attitude at the time was the source of many of his bruises and scars as a boy. His father suggested enrolling him in martial arts class in the hopes of giving him an outlet and it did work for a time. But puberty strengthened his primal fury and his mentor took care of him from there.
He was isolated for nearly a year as he tried to learn and control his shifting as well as discover a way to temper his anger. His mentor took him high into the wilderness of their territory and trained him, as primitive as that may sound. It helped. The discipline steadied him and he turned his haphazard fury into a substance he could wield and he did just that.
School for him improved after that year hiatus. He’d never been very academically inclined but he threw himself into his studies with never before seen vigor and graduated well within the twenty percentile and quickly pursued a university, majoring in business. He graduated as twenty-four.
During his stay in college he had a girlfriend, human – more of a plaything really – or that was the intention. They were study/fuck buddies who’d agreed not to complicate their relationship with feelings. Until of course, Florence fell for her. He persuaded her into dating him and did up until his senior year and wanted to introduce her to his family over the Christmas break. He informed his folks in advance that he’d be bringing her and yet things still managed to go awry somehow.
At some point he and his younger brother got into an argument, his sibling was twelve years younger than him. Just coming into his shifting powers his brother accidently shifted in front of his girlfriend who did not take it well. He begged her that even if she couldn’t love him for what he was, that she keep silent. She swore she wouldn’t breathe a word of it. Needless to say that didn’t happen. Not even a month later humans began snooping into their lands, watched over by the pack and later killed it was not hard to discover they were hired by his now ex-girlfriend and as per pack law he had to kill her.
Ever since then he’s refused to date seriously, merely hopping from one woman (or occasionally man) to the next in almost a frenzy. Despite his behavior he never neglected his responsibilities and inherited the beta position from his mother when she stepped down, at twenty-seven. At twenty-nine he challenged the Alpha and came out victorious and has been dutifully leading the pack since.
✖ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:A new dawn, a new day and quite frankly Carmine wished it was already over. He’d never been particularly fond of the morning to begin with but they were decidedly worse when sleep had been too much of a luxury for him to afford while waiting for an old guy to croak. Carmine had spent the past twelve hours holed up in a hospital room with a man who defined the saying ‘death warmed over’ and hadn’t been able to sleep thanks to the constant beep of all those gizmos she was hooked up to. Not that the nursing attendants who traipsed in and out weren’t noisy enough in their own right. He had never been so happy to see someone die in his entire life…afterlife? Whatever, he was too tired for technicalities. All he wanted to do was go to his apartment and sleep, maybe even wash the scent of antiseptic of himself if he could spare the energy.
But no he was already late for his first class of the day and from what he’d heard there were new students too. Super. He was just lucky for the fact that someone had brewed a fresh pot of coffee and had managed to sneak out with some. Cradling the styrofoam cup in his hand as he made his way through the hall, Carmine proceeded to briskly walk the halls to his classroom, giving the occasional wave and smile to a familiar face along the way. It was only as he reached the door to his room that the teacher wondered, rather belatedly, if it was possible call out sick to work. Actually, the better question was could he even get sick?
In all one hundred and three years of his afterlife Carmine had never bothered to wonder if such a thing was even plausible. They were souls therefore their physicality was nonexistent right? Well, at least in the sense that they no longer required an immune system against common virus’ and germs because they could touch one another…ugh, too early for this. Massaging his temples in an attempt to stave off the slow bloom of what promised to be a stellar headache; Carmine adjusted the black eye patch over his right eye and quickly donned his favored 1000-watt smile before bursting into the room.
Ah, he so did love dramatic entrances.
✖NAME YOU WANT TO GO BY:chiral night
✖AGE && EXPERIENCE:nineteen years old, 5+ years
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