Post by Rook on Mar 13, 2008 22:35:55 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Badfaith--call me Rook
Gender: Female
Contact Information
;aim GrayestShade
;email rookfeather@hotmail.com
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Character Information
Canon? Nein
Character Name: Regulus Anthony Rook
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Species/Breed: Hybrid. 1/2 Wolverine 1/4 Dragon 1/4 Wolf
Current Occupation: Angel (*Apprentice capability over seer) /Anonymous Writer, author of two controversial nonfictions, one on the St. Lucent Public Education Society's banned book list, and one book of short narrative fiction stories and poems.
Personality:
Rook is a very withdrawn individual who prefers to keep to himself and those few he trusts, he has a sharp tongue, a biting intellect and a hard ingrained sense of purpose, coupled with enormous courage and endurance for pain.
The hybrid may at first react coldly to new things and new people but he can become a very insightful, handy friend to have once he's let his guard down, he knows a little bit about nearly everything (though he tends to think he knows more than he actually does) and always has good advice to offer if nothing else.
Rook is a very hard worker and is fiercely loyal to his organization, and his friends, he has the constant need to be the "hero" even if it ends up making him look like an idiot in the end. He's the classic guardian, the need to protect people often helps him forget the lingering thought that killing people might be the only thing he's good at, which tears him up almost as much as missing Cleo does.
He has deep love for the literary arts, stemming from his youth which mostly revolved around writing, he's lost his purpose for it, and hasn't written a real book since Cleo died, but he still occasionally picks up a pen and muses. He's got a few notebooks filled with notes, poems and short stories.
He's also got an old fashioned flair for fencing, a lost art in the technology, but most people don't know that about him, as it's one of his more private ventures.
Rook has a bitterly ironic air to him, and he's constantly making sarcastic, unpleasant remarks but he is usually well meaning beneath the snark, he concentrates most of his real anger at "the bad guy" and anything left over is mostly either for show, or for a vent for his hyperactive mind.
On a good day Rook is a "go-to guy" but sometimes he cracks, the emotional stress of past events, as well as his job can make him untouchable, as he shies away from other people and becomes reclusive and even violent.
Rook may always appear brave and sure of himself but he is actually scared a lot of the time, and constantly doubting himself in an endless tug of war inwardly, he just never lets the fear control his actions. The fight is a huge part of his life, and he's become more comfortable with it than he has with most other people.
Even though he has plenty of romantic notions Rook is often tongue tied around women. He is still attracted to them, but he has been miserably solitary for so long he has become emotionally disconnected, and in some ways, lost.
Also, like most talented people Rook hates to be beaten at anything and he is a very sore loser, and afterwords he often stalks off to sulk.
Appearance:
Rook is shaggy and muscular, with hard eyes, a rigid posture and long white fangs. He appears to be a large wolf from far away but he has sharp, keen teeth, huge blocky paws and a blocky muzzle, as well as jerky-fast reflexes that mark him as a mustelid hybrid. He is covered from head to tail in dark gray fur, creamier on his muzzle, neck and belly and fading duskier close to his paws. His tail is long, ragged and sweeping and a black marking graces the very tip. His ears are similarly dipped in black and his whiskers are long and wild.
The fur around his neck overlaps his normal fur making a wolf like mane aver his shoulder all the way down to the top of his chest.
Rook's cloudy gray eyes have plenty of gravity mixed with a contrasting mischievous or intensely curious spark occasionally, on the rare event he smiles his face changes and you could even call him a rascal--god forbid.
Rook has long black hair, only slightly flecked with gray, often tied back but less loose occasionally, usually when he is about to retire for the night (on the off chance he even sleeps).
The hybrid's left ear is split down to the center and Rook can often feel the breeze past through it, he has a few other scars, remnants of his rough life style but none are deeper than the small white ones dashing his thighs and lower back, and those have nothing to do with Angels.
Rook's most fearsome and identifying trait are his claws, which are robotic, when he joined the Angels, newly widowed and full of lost inspiration for his career he did not know what else he could bear to give up so he gave up his claws. It was a painful and dangerous operation because his claws are connected to important nerves, being intractable, but it paid off.
Rook's claws at first look extraordinarily large and sharp but natural, if you look closer however you can see the wires vibrating through them.
Rook's claws can stretch to become blades (this is his proffered weapon), and transform into any number of various tools, they can even produce an electric spark for welding small fuses and producing light.
Background:
Rook was born in West Lucent, in a middle class house hold his family was barely struggling to keep, this was during a time where despite the passing years the shadowy remnants of Lucent's dark past loomed over, there was a heavy increase in poverty, and though Rook was not engulfed in it, living in the richer side of the city, he was touched by it. His father was a former CEO of a large company. He did not take well to the loss of his success and often took it out on his family.
After being a minor delinquent for most of his middle school years, (usually getting in fights was the offense) he realized he had the mental and physical aptitude to get the hell out of his house, driven by this ambition, the wolverine hybrid eventually "got his shit together" and plowed through high school and then on towards college with the help of various scholarship programs, the one that stood out the most was a program spurned by his love of fencing and other competitive "fight" sports.
By the time he was of age, he was more than happy to leave his kin behind, his mother had been long gone by that time, his brother deserted recently into the Julian military, and all that was left was his father, Rook was not with him when he died a few years later of a heart attack.
He eventually majored in Literature though it was not a short endeavor.
While in college Rook tutored fencing on campus with a regular pay check from the administration, while there he met a pretty (if slightly loopy) young fox name Cleo, who for a time was his pupil, though she was actually an expert since kit-hood, she had initially only joined the class as a practical joke to humiliate their instructor by defeating him after only the second try, during a public demonstration.
Rook who was angry, covered in bruises and mortified stalked off, while she gloated, half an hour later as he rested under a tree he found a note in his book bag, a sincere invitation to a local poetry reading to make up for his loss of dignity. Rook showed up and they sat through the awful poetry together, drinking profusely and making fun of the cheesy rhyming and dramatic postures, they met there every couple of days or so from then on.
After a month of this they were often seen together walking side by side across the campus in between courses. They went steady for three years.
Shortly after college they decided to get married and Cleo Valdez became Cleo Rook, she diddn't much like the name change because she said the name diddn't "flow well" but never had the heart to tell him. They lived in a small, but nicely furnished apartment for a few happy years, unaware of how short their time was together.
When they discovered Cleo was pregnant they argued excitedly as to whether it was a boy or a girl, despite having the technology to find out, they decided to wager on it and draw it out. Rook wanted a girl and he wanted to name her after Cleo but Cleo wanted a boy and she wanted to name him "James".
Cleo however, got very ill before she could find out the sex of her child, and was forced to choose between giving birth to Jamie or retaining her health and losing the baby.
She chose Jamie.
The last hours of her life were spent in the hazy fever of agony, only slightly deadened by powerful sedatives , which took the last of her energy from her, no technology could save her at this point and she passed away. The only thing she'd mentioned, a day before the actual birthing, was that she wanted to call her son James.
The child however was a girl and not a boy, and never laid eyes on her own mother. Despite being called ridiculous and unacceptable Rook insisted on naming his daughter James anyway, in tribute to Cleo's request. Though everyone, even her father, teachers and friends, call her Jamie, her legal name remains thus.
Rook took care of his baby girl alone for the first year of her life, he tried to write, but was unable and lived with a friend, selling the home he and his wife had lived in. The only thing he cared about was Jamie, he had no inspiration for writing any more. He was heartbroken. He began searching for another job, but largely had no luck.
One night he left Jamie with their host, and wandered off into the streets, intent on walking until something came to him, he felt lost and beginning to drink too much in his grief, though he knew this did not bode well for his daughter.
Rook was followed by a stranger, for blocks whom he eventually angrily attacked and ruthlessly beat, it happened to be a fledgling Angel.
The Angel was impressed by Rook's amateur fighting abilities and recommended him to the program, assuring him that with training he could truly be a force to be reckoned with.
Though the reason he'd been following Rook in the first place was classified, despite Rook's persuasive arguments, the Seraphim remained firm, and he eventually gave up.
By the time Rook came home the next day, he had applied to become a Lucent Angel. He passed apprenticeship with record progress, and soon became an ArcAngel, spending only a few years as a Fledgling, he was also offered another job after he got a little older, more specifically an attendant to the young trainee Angels as the Apprentice Overseer.
Rook raised Jamie among the Angels, she was sworn to secrecy and given special clearance. He left her with various care takers when he had to be on call, though she only recently actually became an apprentice, she is about to finish high school and he is worried that his Middle Angel status will be revoked in a few years and his use will have run it's course.
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