Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 6, 2017 0:37:27 GMT -5
This is a 1x1 between Casting Shadows and myself, please don't post but feel free to read along!
Name: Griffin “Griff” Powell
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Griffin, or Griff as his friends call him, is a tall and burly man. He has a muscled, scarred frame, and when matched with his gruff appearance, can make him quite a frightful sight. The man has piercing yellow-green eyes with an almost wolf like appearance to them, an underbite that causes him to have a snaggle tooth, and quite sharp canines. He has dark, mud brown hair that's a bit on the curly side, seeming to be slightly untamable. It's thick and soft, almost like a puppy's fur. He has sideburns that he keeps well kept and his left eye is unusable. It's got a glazed over appearance, and a long, ugly scar going down it with a matching one to the left of it towards the side of his head, and another one not far from it that's a bit smaller, almost like he was clawed by something. He has a few more scars scattered about his arms, chest, back and legs. They're all varying sizes and types. He has a simple, almost tribal looking, howling wolf's head on his back left shoulder blade, facing in towards his back in black ink, on the other side, between a couple scars, he has a large black star surrounded by three smaller stars, and on his left bicep he has a few black wolf tracks crawling up his arm to his shoulder. He has lightly tanned skin and tends to dress decently casual, but really it just depends on the weather, where he's at, and what sort of job he's got.
Personality: Despite his rough appearance, he's got a sweet disposition and tends to be pretty fatherly towards people younger than him, especially ones who grew up without fathers. He has a tendency to call those younger than him "pup" instead of kid, and he enjoys munching on dog treats occasionally. He has a small little stash of chew toys and bones, but refuses to admit that he actually has any and denies ever using them. The man enjoys trying to make dad jokes and puns and trying to enjoy his life as much as he can. However, don't be fooled by his love for life as he has his serious side when working a job or someone he knows is in danger. He hates when he tells someone to do something and they fail to do so.
Werewolf
Griffin was in the middle of battle, it wasn't anything super big, not like a war or anything like that. No, as of right now he was with a couple other hunters who were busy engaging in a fight with some local pests. And by pests he meant annoying and aggravating ghouls who refused to heed the warning the hunter had given them and leave town. Instead they'd chosen to stay and continue terrorizing the poor villagers, so here he was, engaged in battle with them. He was in his wolf form, a large bipedal creature with fur the color of his hair and the same scars littered about on his body. He practically tackled a nearby ghoul, wrestling with it, jaws snapping angrily at its face before they made contact and he crunched down until he felt the creature go limp. Despite being a werewolf, and thus being a supernatural, Griffin hunted down supernatural creatures who terrorized others, whether it be humans or other supernaturals. After his family had been killed he had joined a guild, learned the trade of hunting, and now used his abilities along with his training to hunt down and eradicate those who caused harm to others. Panting, he looked around, yellow eye darting about as he tried to find another target. None of these ghouls were going to be allowed to live once the day was over, not after they blatantly ignored the warning they were given about a week earlier.
Name: Griffin “Griff” Powell
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Griffin, or Griff as his friends call him, is a tall and burly man. He has a muscled, scarred frame, and when matched with his gruff appearance, can make him quite a frightful sight. The man has piercing yellow-green eyes with an almost wolf like appearance to them, an underbite that causes him to have a snaggle tooth, and quite sharp canines. He has dark, mud brown hair that's a bit on the curly side, seeming to be slightly untamable. It's thick and soft, almost like a puppy's fur. He has sideburns that he keeps well kept and his left eye is unusable. It's got a glazed over appearance, and a long, ugly scar going down it with a matching one to the left of it towards the side of his head, and another one not far from it that's a bit smaller, almost like he was clawed by something. He has a few more scars scattered about his arms, chest, back and legs. They're all varying sizes and types. He has a simple, almost tribal looking, howling wolf's head on his back left shoulder blade, facing in towards his back in black ink, on the other side, between a couple scars, he has a large black star surrounded by three smaller stars, and on his left bicep he has a few black wolf tracks crawling up his arm to his shoulder. He has lightly tanned skin and tends to dress decently casual, but really it just depends on the weather, where he's at, and what sort of job he's got.
Personality: Despite his rough appearance, he's got a sweet disposition and tends to be pretty fatherly towards people younger than him, especially ones who grew up without fathers. He has a tendency to call those younger than him "pup" instead of kid, and he enjoys munching on dog treats occasionally. He has a small little stash of chew toys and bones, but refuses to admit that he actually has any and denies ever using them. The man enjoys trying to make dad jokes and puns and trying to enjoy his life as much as he can. However, don't be fooled by his love for life as he has his serious side when working a job or someone he knows is in danger. He hates when he tells someone to do something and they fail to do so.
Werewolf
Griffin was in the middle of battle, it wasn't anything super big, not like a war or anything like that. No, as of right now he was with a couple other hunters who were busy engaging in a fight with some local pests. And by pests he meant annoying and aggravating ghouls who refused to heed the warning the hunter had given them and leave town. Instead they'd chosen to stay and continue terrorizing the poor villagers, so here he was, engaged in battle with them. He was in his wolf form, a large bipedal creature with fur the color of his hair and the same scars littered about on his body. He practically tackled a nearby ghoul, wrestling with it, jaws snapping angrily at its face before they made contact and he crunched down until he felt the creature go limp. Despite being a werewolf, and thus being a supernatural, Griffin hunted down supernatural creatures who terrorized others, whether it be humans or other supernaturals. After his family had been killed he had joined a guild, learned the trade of hunting, and now used his abilities along with his training to hunt down and eradicate those who caused harm to others. Panting, he looked around, yellow eye darting about as he tried to find another target. None of these ghouls were going to be allowed to live once the day was over, not after they blatantly ignored the warning they were given about a week earlier.