Born to be Wild: Were-Creature Rp Open!

Name: Kashvad 'As-Shahin' Shahrokhzad Al-Jahangir




Description: Kash stands at 5'8 with soft, youthful features and wide hickory brown eyes framed by thick lashes. His irises are a shade so dark they appear black unless viewed in certain lighting. Nonetheless they manage to be warm and expressive, conveying his true feelings regardless of how much he attempts to hide them with grand gestures and an ebullient manner of speaking. He reflects his middle eastern heritage with a gently rounded oval face, straight nose, thick brows, laterally full cheeks, and warm olive skin tone. A beauty mark rests just below the left corner of his bottom lip and another two mark his cheek an inch underneath his right eye, one above the other. The last is located under his left eye over the curve of his cheekbone. His slightly pointed ears are pierced thrice each; from the right dangles a golden chain with a diamond-shape attached with two prisms in the lobe itself. His left is the same but for a longer golden chain that suspends a dagger-shaped crest. Kashvad is often seen wearing silver wire-framed glasses but it's unclear whether or not he truly needs them. His hair is thick, curly, and often unruly- umber interspersed with mahogany and reddish highlights that pool on his shoulders when left loose. It is occasionally tamed with hairpins or braids that pull it away from his face and fashioned into a messy bun or fishtail when 'hunting'. Although his skin is largely free of blemishes, Kashvad is noticeably scarred in the hollow of his throat and centers of his hands. All three scars are a gold-tinted four-pointed starburst shape. The scar on his throat has an exit- or entry- wound on the back of his neck, and likewise the ones on his hands are visible on the backs as well as the palms. For this reason he usually keeps them covered with white or black silk gloves. The scar on his neck is partially hidden by a worn dark leather choker. Svelte and lithely muscled, his build is as disarming as his doe-eyed expressions. He moves with an almost unsettling smoothness, occasionally bordering on too fast to see to the point where you'd only get the impression of motion. Yet he remains understated in a way that reveals how naturally stealth comes to him. Kashvad possesses an artisan's dainty hands and a narrow waist often accentuated by his fondness for waistcoats. His sense of style would be more suited to the company of high society in London than the comparatively homely town of Griffindale, and he tries to avoid standing out overmuch by adopting muted colors. He cannot completely manage this, however, as he is rarely seen without a richly colored and detailed kamarband to complement his outfit of the day.




Age: Appears to be in his early-20s; mentally he'd be around 26 




What you are: Vampire




Creature Description: His eyes slowly become redder when his thirst persists. Kash is of course equipped with vampire fangs; his other teeth are also rather sharp. At night, his eyes reflect light with a reddish tint and his very silhouette takes on a fuzzy, indistinct shape.




Personality: Kash projects an overly confident, almost cheesy persona inspired by ancient notions of 'chivalry' and knightly etiquette. He speaks with a dramatic tone and keeps his supernaturally still body in motion with dynamic gestures and movements. When engaged with others, Kashvad is rarely stationary. He speaks animatedly with his hands, articulates grand sentiments with colorful verbiage, and accompanies it all with ever-shifting expressions that make him rather entertaining to watch. It may be the turn of yet another century, but he refuses to let the fact dissuade him from his lofty goals of becoming a heroic figure of exemplary chivalry. He often finds that he impedes himself, however...Kashvad is truly a rather faint-hearted though earnest person who finds it difficult to express himself in a sincere manner. Diffident and softspoken, he honestly prefers to avoid socialization for the sake of his peace of mind- but simultaneously suffers from a crippling feeling of loneliness that drives him to seek out companionship. Kashvad is afraid of rejection in regards to the 'true' him that he has been led to believe is flawed and unpleasant, so he plays at being affable and optimistic in order to make himself more appealing. He also seeks to trick himself into becoming that person so he can separate himself from who he was raised to be. Kashvad takes much of his advice from medieval literature and occasionally struggles to make sense of the world through a modern lense. He can be rather blind to social cues, norms, and methods of interaction but blusters his way through nonetheless. Kash has a generally weak constitution and hates confrontations or any displays of aggression and negativity; his first instinct is always to avoid or run away from his problems. He struggles to make decisions that truly matter and would much prefer for someone else to take the lead, but this is a side of himself that he's actively combating as he has been living under the oppressive rule of his family for the majority of his long life. Despite his best efforts, the centuries have taken their toll on him. Kashvad carries out whatever mission he has set for himself irregardless of the obstacles in his path, turning his conscientious nature to darker pursuits when the matter calls for it. He can be ruthless and violent, both traits being second nature to him. He still struggles to properly apply the finer notes of being a 'hero' but he is absolutely earnest in his endeavors. Minor...hiccups notwithstanding.



Background: Kashvad was raised in a hostile environment; his father the self-styled king of a clan of vampire assassins that can trace their history back to the Order founded by Hassan-i Sabbah. He repeatedly fell short of the exceptionally high standards that had been set for him, and his father would punish him by sealing him away for years at a time. Kash was lost to history for much of his life, which had the opposite effect that his father hoped for as he now lacks the experiences of his peers and is filled with knightly notions inspired by the books that kept him company. He has only been recently unsealed and sent on a 'trivial' quest to retrieve a rumored magical item hidden beneath Griffindale. His secondary purpose is to assess the local Shifter population and report on whether or not they need to be 'controlled'...



Family: Rostam Shahrokhzad (Brother), Mehrna Shahrokhzad (Sister), Abla Shahrokhzad (Sister), Naila Shahrokhzad (Sister), Sharokh Al-Jahangir (Father), Unnamed Mother




Romantic Interests: Pansexual, Open(?)




Other: Even with enhanced senses, Kash is easily spooked and hates horror movies or thrillers. Naiveté has made his loyalty both easy to earn and nigh absolute. He has a very light voice that deepens when he speaks in his native tongue and english is delivered with a strong accent. Kashvad is fluent in a variety of languages, however. He always has at least three deadly instruments on him, including poisons and magical items. 'As-Shahin' is his assassin's moniker- a nod to to the 'shah' or 'king' in his father's name, his speed & accuracy in kills, and his status as a falconer. When acting under his nom de guerre, Kashvad's entire personality appears to flip, yet he shows no sign that he registers the change. Kashvad loves birds and has raised many species including pigeons and ravens- he wishes they could be used for more innocuous purposes, however...He is very fond of heights and likes to perch so that he can people watch without interruption. Being from a pure bloodline prevents him from immediately perishing in the sun, but it still does him damage and has the potential to kill if he's exposed to it for too long. Kash receives the occasional burn from the many times he has cut it too close. 



Sn: dreadpuppy

Name: Dalian Ezra 'Dez' Siu-Stapp



Description: Dalian towers over most at 6'4. Loose clothing makes him appear lanky, concealing the well-toned muscles earned from a life of physical labor. His golden-brown skin is dusted liberally with cinnamon freckles although they typically appear on the lower half of his face- what cannot be shielded by the stetsons or cattleman hats that he often wears- and along his shoulders and forearms. Scars or blemishes are few and far between despite his penchant for trouble- but for one noticable claw mark that curves upward through the left side of his thin mouth and artificially extends his lopsided smiles. Dalian's strawberry blond hair is nearly pin-straight, falling just a few inches past his shoulderblades on the rare occasions he doesn't have it tied in a ponytail or pulled into a topknot beneath his hats. When tying his hair, he always uses red satin cords and one of many Chinese knots depending on the occasion. He shares his mother's Eastern Asian features in a flat nose and oblique eyes whilst still possessing his French father's bone structure. Dalian's eyes are a cloudy blue-gray, reminiscent of stormy seas despite the serenity he exudes. They are always shaded by the dark circles and purplish bags that denote his poor sleep schedule. His face is 'open' and honest with minute expressions beyond the amiable warmth he often dons. Dalian is rarely without a smile of some kind- lazy, playful, encouraging, amused- he likes to assert that a smile is one's best accessory, and thus one he is never without. He doesn't give much thought to the clothes he wears as long as they serve their purpose, so his 'fashion sense' is rather nonexistent. Jeans and a shirt of some kind work just fine- he primarily wears red, however, and always pairs with a hat and riding boots- roper or classic. Dalian isn't one to wear jewelry, but on occasion a broken jade bracelet worn as a pendant around his neck slips from underneath his shirt. Another with intricate carvings adorns his left wrist, and when he wears short sleeves, a jade bracelet with a silver clasp can be found on his left bicep. In comfortable settings he puts his hair up in more intricate styles with the zan or bejeweled hairsticks he inherited from his mother.




Age: 27




What you are: Werefox




Creature Description: A Blonde Phase Red Fox with very pale, almost pinkish red fur that fades into a completely white underside. His forelegs and hindpaws are dark brown. Dalian's eyes remain the same. He is capable of creating illusions in every form.




Personality: Insouciant and easygoing. Some may mistake him for lazy and unmotivated even if they were to clock the dark circles under his eyes. He can often be found at ease, wearing a lackadaisical smile that is no less warm for its mild curve. But that is only when he can be found- and he is found only when he wants to be. Dalian is industrious without being particularly ambitious, he does what he must to the best of his ability but appreciates a good do-nothing day just like any other. It's rather unfortunate then that he doesn't see many. Raised on his grandparents' old-fashioned values and the more modest 'noblesse oblige' of southern hospitality, he rarely denies those in need and will outright volunteer his own services when the opportunity arises. Acting as anything from a handyman to a quiet though no less stalwart voice in settling disputes, Dalian maintains a manner of softspoken geniality and humble courtesy that sees him meeting and connecting with more people than he ever set out to know. He doesn't seem to know the meaning of 'stranger danger' and appears entirely too trusting in the inherent good of others. With a mind as keen as his gaze, he listens more than he speaks and so learns more than he tells. Even those who interact with Dalian regularly cannot say much about him beyond surface-level information and what they know of his unimpeachable character. He remains stolid in the face of dire circumstances and danger alike, lackadaisical speech giving way to sharp purposeful movements and on rare occasions- a cocksure smile that brightens his previously placid features. It is rare for Dalian to raise his voice or express negative emotions, but he is unafraid to speak bluntly where politesse fails. It is strange then, that he can occasionally occupy the company of unsavory sorts that would otherwise require he approach them with a sterner attitude...To that, he may quote the old adage, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." One of many that he lives by, and will readily supply for any given situation. Dalian's free-spirited, unassuming mien makes it easy for him to blend into the background and remain the unthreatening observer that he prefers to be- that is of course, until he finds a reason to act.



Background: Dalian's father died in an accident on the ranch at a fairly young age and his mother followed shortly after she turned 44 of a sudden and aggressive illness. He was thus raised by his paternal grandparents in South Dakota but spent much of his adult life wandering throughout the states. Ostensibly he is a rancher and carpenter, but he has been known to take on- and excel at- many an odd job. Dalian is currently summering in Griffindale as a favor for an acquaintance; he works at Half Moon Stables as a stablehand but also performs the duties of a foreman and mechanic.



Family: Daiyu Siu (Mother), Benoit Stapp (Father), Elise Stapp (Grandmother), Mathieu Stapp (Grandfather)



Romantic Interests: Demisexual, Open(?)



Other: Dalian speaks in a smoky baritone with a notable southern twang. He is fluent in Cantonese, Mandarin, and French. His fox side comes out more in his intelligence, cunning, and abilities. He isn't very mischievous and avoids speaking where possible. Dalian likes to keep his mind occupied; so he reads books, plays 'cognitive training' kinds of games, and enjoys solving riddles or doing puzzles. All of this is accomplished with physical mediums- he is terrible with technology and still uses a flip phone. Dalian prefers his own company with hobbies that include cloud or stargazing, playing or listening to music, and his favorite pastime- taking naps. He's often so busy helping people that it messes up his sleep schedule so he steals naps when and where he can. Emphasis on where- he can be found sleeping in random, uncomfortable places like on hay bales, staircases, curled up amongst tree roots- both in fox and human form. He can stomach pretty much anything; he can't actually cook but it doesn't hinder him because he can eat undercooked grits & burnt sausages without batting an eye. Dalian can make desserts, but only family recipes. And he rarely makes them correctly because he has bad judgment when substituting ingredients that he's too lazy to source. As can probably be expected- he's excepetional when it comes to firearms with a preference for revolvers and rifles. Dalian avoids violence and confrontations whenever possible however, using his illusions to get out of sticky situations so that he can find another approach. Dalian tends to drastically overestimate himself and refuses to accept outside help, so whatever 'sticky situation' he finds himself in his generally faced alone. Such circumstances are where the majority of his scars originated. Dalian also has a flagrant disregard for his own life and personal safety, never hesitating to put himself in danger if it serves his purpose. He is intimately familiar with magic and its uses due to consorting with various covens throughout his travels.




Sn: dreadpuppy

Sean’s dead and he was one of my favorites. I made sure I got back at the bastard who did it and used explosive rounds.

I know Hosea’s next on the chopping block and I don’t think I can handle that if I could barely handle Sean.