Post by Bill Longely on Sept 25, 2009 7:19:58 GMT -5
Name:Bill Longely
Age:26
Birthday:2nd October
Race: Immortal
Species: Leopard Shifter
Family:Unknown
Mate - Katie
Appearance:Bill is a beast of a man whose muscles ripple beneath his skin when he moves. Well built and tanned, you might say he has the body of a greek god, only with a few more scars. Perhaps more like Hercules, then. With dark black hair, darker eyes and stubble across his skin, Bill looks exactly what he is – dangerous.
Celebrity Avatar:
Celebrity Claim:Victor Webster
Personality:Bill can appear to be pretty cold and distant, and the truth of that is, he is. He is not one of these people whom you immediately like, nor is he the kind of person who looks for friends, or accepts them willingly. In fact, he could count the people he would call friends on one hand.
Cold and calculating have been sued to describe this giant of a man, and he would have to agree with you. He rarely talks and rarely smiles, Bill is far from a huggy person, though Katie is trying her damndest to convert him. He likes to view the world from a back seat and take things in his stride – when he gets angry he doesn’t get pent up and start steaming at the nose, if anything he just gets colder and harder until he reaches the point where he is ripping your head off. He is vicious, driven and a silent killer, but that doesn’t make him a bad man.
History:
Bill has no recollection of his parents, just simply waking up one day and poof, there he was. He existed. He had four paws, a fluffy tail, long whiskers, spots and his head really hurt. Of course, like every cub in this situation, he yowled. He cried. He longed for his mother, whom never came, never picked him up by the scruff of his neck and carried him back to the warmth of their den. Bill learnt pretty quickly that in this world it was kill or be killed, and his cries soon fell silent.
Instead he hardened himself and found that he could change shape, could turn into one of those things on two legs and no tail. Why? Because Bill was a shifter, just like his mother had been before she had been shot only yards away from where his body had been tossed down a cliff. Not that he knew his mothers body lay at the top, bleeding, not that he knew any of this.
He grew up quickly, fending for himself and hunting for his own food. He spent most time in his most deadly form, on his paws and creeping through the undergrowth, stalking his prey, painting blood on his muzzle – the paint of war. But spending so much time on his own created a problem for the boy – he became withdrawn and looked only to himself for comfort and strength, the predicate for the man he would grow to be.
When he was in his late teens Bill stumbled across a human encampment – poachers. The site of so many dead, panthers, leopards, lions, cheetah was enough to drive him into a rage he would experience only once more. He slaughtered the men who killed his brethren and freed the cubs, shifter cubs, whom they had planned to sell as pets. Before Bill knew it he had found a pride, of which he was the alpha.
The younger cats looked up to bill as their protector, their leader, and it was a role Bill slipped into easily. He kept them safe, he taught many how to hunt, though he never became anything close to the parents they had lost, nor indeed a friend. He was just the man who looked after them and kept them safe – the man they all respected and feared at the same time. They had after all, seen what his rage could do.
Still, bill could not keep them all safe forever. Though his pride escaped, he was captured an placed behind bars, a cage that he could not break through. For the third time in his life, Bill felt despair rise in his chest.
Then hope came in the most unlikely of places, when a young girl escaped from the very institute they were trying to cage him in. The sight of her running was enough to re-start the rage that had freed the cubs so many years before, and freed himself now. Again, he killed several, wounded more and ran, following in the girls footsteps.
Bill, seeing how lost she was, took care of her and, slowly their warm companionship became something more. Bill became Katie's lover, protector and provider and she gave him all the love and affection she possessed.
Along the way to Gaia, a place where they heard they could be free, they met another couple and their child on the run. Jayden and Bill had both been leaders and, instead of fighting each other, the two got along. Katie was like a doll to Bronwyn and she made the woman laugh. Unfortunately, they had to separate- Travelling in bigger groups tended to draw attention but they promised to find each other in the new world.
Anything Else:
This is bill’s leopard form
Age:26
Birthday:2nd October
Race: Immortal
Species: Leopard Shifter
Family:Unknown
Mate - Katie
Appearance:Bill is a beast of a man whose muscles ripple beneath his skin when he moves. Well built and tanned, you might say he has the body of a greek god, only with a few more scars. Perhaps more like Hercules, then. With dark black hair, darker eyes and stubble across his skin, Bill looks exactly what he is – dangerous.
Celebrity Avatar:
[IMG]http://i35.tinypic.com/24n46pw.jpg[/IMG]Celebrity Claim:Victor Webster
Personality:Bill can appear to be pretty cold and distant, and the truth of that is, he is. He is not one of these people whom you immediately like, nor is he the kind of person who looks for friends, or accepts them willingly. In fact, he could count the people he would call friends on one hand.
Cold and calculating have been sued to describe this giant of a man, and he would have to agree with you. He rarely talks and rarely smiles, Bill is far from a huggy person, though Katie is trying her damndest to convert him. He likes to view the world from a back seat and take things in his stride – when he gets angry he doesn’t get pent up and start steaming at the nose, if anything he just gets colder and harder until he reaches the point where he is ripping your head off. He is vicious, driven and a silent killer, but that doesn’t make him a bad man.
History:
Bill has no recollection of his parents, just simply waking up one day and poof, there he was. He existed. He had four paws, a fluffy tail, long whiskers, spots and his head really hurt. Of course, like every cub in this situation, he yowled. He cried. He longed for his mother, whom never came, never picked him up by the scruff of his neck and carried him back to the warmth of their den. Bill learnt pretty quickly that in this world it was kill or be killed, and his cries soon fell silent.
Instead he hardened himself and found that he could change shape, could turn into one of those things on two legs and no tail. Why? Because Bill was a shifter, just like his mother had been before she had been shot only yards away from where his body had been tossed down a cliff. Not that he knew his mothers body lay at the top, bleeding, not that he knew any of this.
He grew up quickly, fending for himself and hunting for his own food. He spent most time in his most deadly form, on his paws and creeping through the undergrowth, stalking his prey, painting blood on his muzzle – the paint of war. But spending so much time on his own created a problem for the boy – he became withdrawn and looked only to himself for comfort and strength, the predicate for the man he would grow to be.
When he was in his late teens Bill stumbled across a human encampment – poachers. The site of so many dead, panthers, leopards, lions, cheetah was enough to drive him into a rage he would experience only once more. He slaughtered the men who killed his brethren and freed the cubs, shifter cubs, whom they had planned to sell as pets. Before Bill knew it he had found a pride, of which he was the alpha.
The younger cats looked up to bill as their protector, their leader, and it was a role Bill slipped into easily. He kept them safe, he taught many how to hunt, though he never became anything close to the parents they had lost, nor indeed a friend. He was just the man who looked after them and kept them safe – the man they all respected and feared at the same time. They had after all, seen what his rage could do.
Still, bill could not keep them all safe forever. Though his pride escaped, he was captured an placed behind bars, a cage that he could not break through. For the third time in his life, Bill felt despair rise in his chest.
Then hope came in the most unlikely of places, when a young girl escaped from the very institute they were trying to cage him in. The sight of her running was enough to re-start the rage that had freed the cubs so many years before, and freed himself now. Again, he killed several, wounded more and ran, following in the girls footsteps.
Bill, seeing how lost she was, took care of her and, slowly their warm companionship became something more. Bill became Katie's lover, protector and provider and she gave him all the love and affection she possessed.
Along the way to Gaia, a place where they heard they could be free, they met another couple and their child on the run. Jayden and Bill had both been leaders and, instead of fighting each other, the two got along. Katie was like a doll to Bronwyn and she made the woman laugh. Unfortunately, they had to separate- Travelling in bigger groups tended to draw attention but they promised to find each other in the new world.
Anything Else:
This is bill’s leopard form
