Travis Wolfe

[travis]

Travis Damon Wolfe



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Stasia
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 17
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR almost three YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE none yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Travis Damon Wolfe
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: Looks Eighteen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Black Dog (Hellhound)
CLASS: Class C
PLAY BY: Gunji[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Glowing red
HAIR: Shoulder length blond hair
SKIN: Light
BODY: Slight muscular build
UNUSUAL: Tattoos and ear piercing
Tattoos- 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpulcrbDiA1qhm292o1_500.png

OTHER FORM:

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His other form is that of a giant black dog. He is as large as a adult cow and can carry two full grown people on his back. His teeth are long and his eyes are glowing red. His jet-black fur is ungroomed and very shaggy. The ground where he steps becomes scorched leaving eerie giant dog paw prints burned on the ground.

APPEARANCE: Travis: static.zerochan.net/full/09/37/181859.jpg

Travis has long blond hair the reaches to his shoulders. His bangs are long, sometimes covering his eyes. Due being trained at a young age, his body has a muscular shape to it. He stands 6’2”, but he slouches making him a foot shorter. The tattoos on his back, neck, chest, and shoulders symbolize that he is, in fact, a demon hound. His eyes are red glowing pits that pierce through the darkness and his canines are longer than normal humans. He usually has a scowl on his face, a trait he received from his dad, which causes others to think of him as a delinquent. He doesn’t like to wear shirts because he thinks they are too constricting, and usually has his top few buttons undone. When severely angered smoke tends to come from his mouth and his hair will start turning black. Only on occasion does his ears and tail appear while in human form.

Him in a suit- s2.zerochan.net/240/49/12/190649.jpg
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
- Sweets
- Making Friends
- Food in general
- Being outdoors
- Wind
- Reading
- Being warm
- Sunny days
DISLIKES:
- Bullies
- Coffee
- Being inside for too long
- Cowards
- Cats
- Being cold/wet
- Water
STRENGTHS:
- Enhanced Senses (mainly smell)
- Honesty
- Nice
- Trust worthy
- Loyal
- Sturdiness (If you run into him it’s like running into a wall)
- High speed and endurance
WEAKNESSES:
- Socializing
- Scary/Dangerous looks and/or aura
- Painfully Blunt
- Naïve
- Water
- Fiery Temper
SECRETS:
- He actually is very lonely, though he would never admit it
- He wants to be acknowledged as someone who isn't useless
OVERALL: Travis is a really nice guy. He wants to help others, but they all end up running away because his face always has a scary expression. He may look like a delinquent, but he has a good heart. He is a pacifist and doesn’t like to fight, though he is a very good fighter. He wants to make friends, but has trouble doing so because of how he looks. He is very honest and doesn’t hesitate to give a helping hand. That also gets him into trouble. He is also very naïve and can be tricked into doing things very easily. He is quite smart though and keeps up with his studies. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Cleopatra L. Wolfe, Age unknown
FATHER: Fredrick P. Wolfe, Age unknown.
SIBLINGS: Abigail F. Wolfe (Sister), 23; Marcus H. Wolfe (Brother), 26
OTHER PEOPLE: N/A
HISTORY:

Travis hasn’t had what you call a fun child hood. His parents were both leaders of large mafia gang and they needed strong and tough children to carry on the “family business”. Travis was the odd in his family. Despite his mean looks, Travis was nice and helpful to the other children. Seeing as that he was being so kind, they pulled him away from society to train him, not some nice little soft pup. They needed a mean guard dog to protect their fortune and the their title as mafia leaders. His parents never bothered to visit him much and punched the responsibly of training him to his older siblings.

Travis still didn’t like fighting for no reason. He vowed only to fight to protect. His siblings, however, found his greatest weakness, his temper. Travis lost it when he was angry and his siblings would do horrible things to trigger this emotion. The killed his pet bird and called him names constantly. He was so frustrated that they knew how to get under his skin and attack them.

His father was still not pleased with his progress and ordered them to bump up his training. He was so exhausted that every night that all he had energy to do was to eat and go straight to sleep. It was not fun and he always tried to gain his father’s acknowledgement. Finally fed up, his parents decided to send him away to live on his own. He was enrolled at the school, but he had not had contact with others in so long. He spoke like his family did, rough and harsh. He looked like he would beat anyone up who would even dare to look at him, and it was known that his family was part of the mafia. That resulted in not having any friends for most of his school life.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] His personality is close to a typical dog
RP SAMPLE:

Travis walked around the yard, young eyes glancing back and forth searching for his abusive older siblings. He hoped today would be a day of resting, but then again he never got one of those days. He pushed his fingers through his blond hair, pulling his bangs off of his eyes. His seven-year-old body was covered in bruises and cuts from the training had the other day. Marcus, his older brother, had constantly provoked him today and Travis felt like he was going to blow any second.

With another quick look around, the young boy tiptoed over to a small grave. A couple days ago his older sister Abigail had killed Travis’ pet bird, Vinny. It was his only friend in this prison he called home. Before he had to undergo this strict training, Travis would take Vinny out of his cage and read while the small bird sat on his shoulder. The young boy sniffed, blinking away the tears that had started to form.

“Quite sulking you worthless mutt.” Travis turned around swiftly at the voice. It was Abigail with a wicked grin on her beautiful face. She had black pits for eyes and long golden hair. She was leaned against a tree trunk smirking at her younger brother. “I am not crying.” Travis growled. How dare that witch come near this grave. She was the one who had killed his friend. He was filled with rage and his blond hair began to change into a jet-black color. Abigail lifted an eyebrow and stood straight. “Yes you were you baby. Quit trying to act tough. I know what a weakling you really are.” She sneered.

Travis’ hair was now all black. He growled and jumped at the older woman. He managed to dodge her kick and his teeth sunk into her arm. Abigail didn’t even look fazed. She flung the young boy against the tree causing him to let go. Sparks flew in his vision and he let go with a small groan of pain. “Get up and go to brother. You know how he hates to be kept waiting.” With that she walked away without looking back, leaving her brother in the dirt.
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