Post by Klove Makem on Jul 27, 2009 18:11:44 GMT -6
Klove Lewis Makem
vitals
nick names = The Beast
gender = male
age = 18
race = werecougar
homeworld = Nox
areas of skill = hand-to-hand, weapons
preferred profession = mercenary
starting location = Terra[/size][/ul]
visuals
eyes = brown
distinguishing features = old gunshot wound on his leg.[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = silver, cages, military, vampires
strengths = acute sense of smell, above average strength, loyalty
weaknesses = unstable, aggressive, territorial
describe full personality = Klove is a silent, violent and unfriendly young man. Like with many off-world werecreatures, his mooncycle is unstable and as such, his animal nature dominates his personality. Klove stays to himself mostly, but he's unfailing loyal to his captain and to those who follow her. When in a fight, it's good to have Klove on your side.[/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Klove was very young when the first humans came to Nox. He was there with his parents when the vampires attacked and was caught in the crossfire. His leg healed, but his parents wounds did not, and the orphan was sent to live with his aunt. From that day forward, Klove was more animal than human, violent and aggressive. Many of the children his age or older bear old scars from fights with Klove, who was not afraid to use his teeth or claws. His violent nature made him unpopular among his peers and as such, Klove spent most of his time in solitary reflection.
When he was thirteen when he met Grace for the first time, during one of her routine supply runs to Nox. He became obsessed by her, due in no small part to how similar he looked to his own dead mother. He followed her around on her deliveries and when she went to leave, he begged to come with her. It was the most words anyone had heard him speak since his family was killed. Grace took him aboard, perhaps reminded of her own apprenticeship to Holo. Over the past five years, she's groomed him to be her second-in-command, teaching him the tricks of the trade. His werecougar side has made him an excellent hunter and poacher, as well as wanted by the local authorities on both Antheia and Corus for his hunting of endangered animals. His hatred of both vampires and the military has only gotten stronger with age.
role play example =
He woke to the gentle motion of the ship, the hum of the engines, the weird silent that only space brought. Klove slide out of his bunk and padded silent through the empty crew quarters. A full crew was usually aboard, but the Queen of Spades didn't need any more than two people to operate it. There was a time when one person could do it all by themselves, but since Klove had come aboard, Grace had changed things around. It made him feel good to know that she expected he would always be there.
Still, the bunks wouldn't be empty too much longer. Soon there would be others in here, an assortment of races and genders to be loud and busy. Kloves was alright with that. He'd spent his entire life surrounded by others, first on Nox and now in the close quarters of space. There was something familiar and good about falling asleep to the sound of multiple heartbeats. But there was also something nice about not having to fight for the bathroom.
He did the sniff test when he was in the bathroom. He could go another day without a shower. He happily skipped the water and focused on brushing his teeth. His hair was giving a quick brush and then forgotten about. He pulled on a pair of jeans and his usual shirt, then headed up to the cockpit to take over for Grace. She wasn't there when he reached it, but there was a cup of water and a fresh plate of bacon and ham waiting for him. He smiled and sat down in the pilot's chair, devouring his breakfast and waiting for her to come back from the washroom so he could tell her she could finally go to sleep. The starfield, silent as he was, glided by as the Queen of Spades found it's way back to Terra.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? = Sarah
any last words? = grr[/size][/ul][/font]
