Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 17, 2009 7:24:42 GMT -5
Handle: Izzy
Gender: Male
Contact Information metal_head_rush08@hotmail.com
Other Characters here? Issaic “Izzy” Baker
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Character Information
Canon? No
Character Name: Shavo Silverton
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species/Breed: Maned Wolf/ Jackal
Current Occupation: Messenger; Freelance worker
Personality: Shavo has always been an optimistic Furre, even when times were tough. He tries to find the good in everything and everyone. He is very easy going and always willing to help out anyone in need. He is also very protective of those he befriends, even if the odds are not in his favor.
Shavo is also very…promiscuous, prone to a little tail-chasing. He is also a bit of an alcoholic, so, one can generally find him frequenting night clubs and strip clubs. He is definitely more of a lover than a fighter, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to throw down at the drop of a hat. He is very good at kick-heavy martial arts, like Capoeira, and fairly good with small arms, although he detests using weapons. “If God wanted us to shoot each other, they would have given us guns instead of claws,” he quoted once. Shavo enjoys partaking in the dangerous sport of Pack, regardless of winning or losing. He does it for the rush it gives him, and because it helps him find a ’quick fix’ with a lonely spectator for the night. Still, he longs for a solid relationship with someone.
Appearance: Shavo’s physique is one perfect for what he does: light, athletic, agile, but powerful nonetheless. He stands approximately 7’3’’ at the top of his head, 8‘3’’ at the tips of his pointed ears. He weighs around 200 pounds. His fur is short and a dark gray, thanks to his jackal genes, and has the markings of a maned wolf (dark muzzle, ears, sleeves, and white tipped tail). His hackles are long and black, his underside is a light gray, and his eyes are a soft lavender.
His clothing is what you would expect of someone who hates the cold. He tends to wear sweatpants under a pair of olive or camouflaged cargo pants, modified with hidden pockets. He also wears a smoke colored hooded sweater, also with hidden pockets.
Background: Shavo had it hard growing up. His family was not poor, but they weren’t definitely middle class either. He spent most of his whelp-hood growing up in East Lucent. When he was fourteen, his parents died from a sudden sickness. With no nearby relatives, or friends who weren’t struggling themselves, Shavo decided to try and find a job.
Over the next few years, Shavo lived on and off the street, doing whatever odd jobs he could find. He got his break after pissing off a few gang members (details are still unknown) and successfully evading them, all under the watchful eye of an executive of the Aurora Institute. He was hired on as a messenger and a “Go-fer,” picking up and dropping off messages and packages secretly under the police’s nose.
It wasn’t long after that he started to grow tired of the business scene. This was around the same time the Foundry was coming into play against the Angels and the Council. Now that was the life he longed for. He wanted to make a difference in his community, not do donut runs for the execs. He soon quit, taking up his old job as a hand for hire.
Still, he searches for the ever elusive Foundry, hoping to prove himself worthy of their cause.
Password?
“hurricane”
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Gender: Male
Contact Information metal_head_rush08@hotmail.com
Other Characters here? Issaic “Izzy” Baker
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Character Information
Canon? No
Character Name: Shavo Silverton
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species/Breed: Maned Wolf/ Jackal
Current Occupation: Messenger; Freelance worker
Personality: Shavo has always been an optimistic Furre, even when times were tough. He tries to find the good in everything and everyone. He is very easy going and always willing to help out anyone in need. He is also very protective of those he befriends, even if the odds are not in his favor.
Shavo is also very…promiscuous, prone to a little tail-chasing. He is also a bit of an alcoholic, so, one can generally find him frequenting night clubs and strip clubs. He is definitely more of a lover than a fighter, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to throw down at the drop of a hat. He is very good at kick-heavy martial arts, like Capoeira, and fairly good with small arms, although he detests using weapons. “If God wanted us to shoot each other, they would have given us guns instead of claws,” he quoted once. Shavo enjoys partaking in the dangerous sport of Pack, regardless of winning or losing. He does it for the rush it gives him, and because it helps him find a ’quick fix’ with a lonely spectator for the night. Still, he longs for a solid relationship with someone.
Appearance: Shavo’s physique is one perfect for what he does: light, athletic, agile, but powerful nonetheless. He stands approximately 7’3’’ at the top of his head, 8‘3’’ at the tips of his pointed ears. He weighs around 200 pounds. His fur is short and a dark gray, thanks to his jackal genes, and has the markings of a maned wolf (dark muzzle, ears, sleeves, and white tipped tail). His hackles are long and black, his underside is a light gray, and his eyes are a soft lavender.
His clothing is what you would expect of someone who hates the cold. He tends to wear sweatpants under a pair of olive or camouflaged cargo pants, modified with hidden pockets. He also wears a smoke colored hooded sweater, also with hidden pockets.
Background: Shavo had it hard growing up. His family was not poor, but they weren’t definitely middle class either. He spent most of his whelp-hood growing up in East Lucent. When he was fourteen, his parents died from a sudden sickness. With no nearby relatives, or friends who weren’t struggling themselves, Shavo decided to try and find a job.
Over the next few years, Shavo lived on and off the street, doing whatever odd jobs he could find. He got his break after pissing off a few gang members (details are still unknown) and successfully evading them, all under the watchful eye of an executive of the Aurora Institute. He was hired on as a messenger and a “Go-fer,” picking up and dropping off messages and packages secretly under the police’s nose.
It wasn’t long after that he started to grow tired of the business scene. This was around the same time the Foundry was coming into play against the Angels and the Council. Now that was the life he longed for. He wanted to make a difference in his community, not do donut runs for the execs. He soon quit, taking up his old job as a hand for hire.
Still, he searches for the ever elusive Foundry, hoping to prove himself worthy of their cause.
Password?
“hurricane”
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