Post by BRADY ELIJAH VICANCHI on Dec 8, 2013 8:33:20 GMT -5
BRADY ELIJAH VICANCHI
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[/center]FULL NAME: Brady Elijah Vicanchi
NICKNAMES: B,Vicanchi
AGE: 16
SPECIES: Werewolf
PLAY BY: Dylan O'Brien
HISTORY: Brady is one of the newest to the werewolf pack, he was just searching for a decent and long term home. Well thank god he did, he first found out he was a werewolf when he was fourteen, now two years on he has the ability to train himself and get better at what he was born to do. Protect and kill whoever tries to harm them.
A couple years back when he first found out he didn't believe and because of this he hasn't had enough time to get to know his wolf side, this means he crashes and doesn't have a certain aim at stopping while in his wolf form., apart from this he is ready to give his life up to protect the Cullen clan or any other clan that are known to them. He has always been up for fighting for what is right, and now he has the chance to do that.
THE REAL YOU
NAME OR NICKNAME: Rory Collins
AGE: 16
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS: Not Yet
RP SAMPLE:
As Brady lifted his head from the ground he shook himself, slowly standing up in two feet to examine the damage, a little blood on the elbows and knee caps. No problem at all, Brady was new to all this werewolf stuff. He hadn't even noticed he was one until Sam and the rest of them approached him and got him to join.
His scars still remain a mystery to where he came from, he looked around the woods once more then ran off towards the others on the pack. He was slightly worried about what they would think of him, maybe they'd laugh and call him names like 'Soppy Puppy' or 'Dumb Pup' he returned to where he came from and sat outside. He yet again examined his wounds he was then jumped on from behind "Hey, boy. Fall over again did we?" a distant voice whispered then laughed "Need to sort out your coordination while your running pretty boy." Then the voice was removed as it ran away.
Brady was getting angry now and everyone around him could tell, if there was people around him. Suddenly his human form was replaced with a huge dark brown wolf with deep hazel eyes, his growls echoed and yet again he ran off to find somewhere to be alone. This time not running into any trees, "Its not my fault!" he roared, "My family cursed me! You think I wanted this?" His anger rose and as it did he found something to take it out on, he ran full speed at a deer in the woodland.
As he crashed into it he bit down hard on the deer's throat then harshly parted its head from its neck, blood spurted everywhere. Brady then kept running, suddenly he heard howls and in them was "Brady!Brady?Brady!" He suddenly stopped nearly hitting another tree and howled in return "I'm Coming" Brady then ran as fast as he could to the others and waited for his orders.
The God Of The Forest Gave The Chosen Ones A Gift,
To Be More Than Human,
Too Throw Away The Pelt Of A Hunted Animal,
And Grow Their Own...