Rollo Alhrik [DONE]

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Rollo Alhrik !



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

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS FLUFF/AMARY
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET NINETEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR MANY YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE DESTAN AND AMARY
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] Rollo Alhrik
NICKNAMES: None~!
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Lupis Werewolf
CLASS: S Class
PLAY BY: Shin from Amnesia[/size][/ul]

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

[/b] Red
HAIR: Black/Brown Depends on the lighting
SKIN: He has a pretty pale complexion.
BODY: He seems to be pretty skinny but in actuality he is pretty lean and toned.
UNUSUAL: He has a double collar that he always has on regardless of form.
OTHER FORM: WOLFIE FORM!
APPEARANCE:
When one looks at him, a werewolf would be the last thing they'd expect. He isn't muscled like one would think, he figures this is because he tends to work more with speed than brute strength. He is tall though, standing at 6'4. His weight is roughly 170lbs. His frame is pretty average for a human that is the age equivalent to his, he has tones muscles and a healthy tan.

As for his general appearance, he is actually very handsome! He tends to shock most with his piercing red eyes but he usually passes it off as colored contacts to humans and they seem to think he does it to make him look cooler. His hair can appear black and sometimes a very dark brown, although he has been known to get the ends tipped red, though this affect disappears after he goes into his wolf form and returning to its normal black when he returns to his human form.

His facial features seem to be soft yet striking. It's as if he has an innocent look that attracts in others only to be devoured, though he doesn't eat humans.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

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»» Music
»» Foods that aren't heavily spiced
»» Pretty girls
»» Physical Activities
»» Guitar
»» Cigarettes
»» Nice smells (sweet smells, etc.)
»» Confrontations
»» Shades

DISLIKES:
»» Over Seasoned Foods
»» Lazy People
»» Cats
»» Bad Smells
»» Books
»» Studying
»» Shy People
»» Quiet Places
»» Being treated like a weakling

STRENGTHS:

WOLF:

Senses: His dull human senses are stretched to match those of any normal wolf's. His eyesight is more adjusted for the dark.

Speed: His speed in wolf form matches the wolf he seems to take after, Black Timber Wolf. It can run about 57 mph and Rollo is no exception, though he can only maintain that speed for short spurts of time.

Strength: His most useful feature are his fangs, obviously. His biting power matches that of an average wolf, capable of snapping an elf leg bone.

HUMAN:

Stamina: This is his best feature, and what allows him to hold his own in most fights. No matter how hard the hit, he tends to rub it off and go right back into fighting, not really caring about the pain he is in until he is either pummeled into unconsciousness or he ends up on top.

Agility: Though his agility is that of a humans, he has honed on it so that he can be above average for normal humans.

WEAKNESSES:

STANDARD:

Human Limits: If it hurts or damages a human, it can also work on him.

Wolf Limits: If it will kill a wolf, it can kill him.

Silver: This hurts him no matter what form he is in. It takes him quite awhile to recover from a blow from this.

SECRETS:
He is actually a big romantic, though he doesn't let that show.

OVERALL:
He's a rebellious adolescence as both a werewolf and as a human. He tends to go his own way regardless of what others think of him. He isn't very cautious of his actions not really caring what others think of him. He isn't very trusting with his true feelings on anything and will never openly discuss them, even with someone he knows and is close to.

Aside from that, he can be a pretty fun guy to have around. He will willingly talk to mostly anyone and can hold up a decent conversation. He tends to flirt with girls though, more often than not. He doesn't really care who the girl is, he always ends up flirting with them. He just assumes its something he does as a trait of being an adolescent werewolf; always on the hunt for that mate. Or so he likes to tell himself.

Which leads to his take on romance and love and etc. He believes wholeheartedly that there is only one person out there he should be with forever. It is this person that he will open up to completely. This doesn't mean he doesn't date or have flings, its actually the opposite, he is open to dating or flirting with almost anyone. The moment he realizes the person isn't the one for him, though, he closes them out of his inner thoughts, though he won't leave the person until he finds a new plaything and possible mate. He tends to make enemies by doing this but he realizes that if he sticks with someone he doesn't like, he will never find his match.

His sense of honor is also a bit of a hindrance. If anyone were to call him a coward or anything else reflecting an insult, he won't back down from a fight going out of his way to show them that he knows how to fight. He's even known for taunting his opponents while dodging hit after hit with a smirk on his face. He's also known for letting a hit hit him only to shrug it off and deliver a finishing move with no mercy and a grin on his face.

He has a habit of biting his thumb when he is faced with a problem. It's his way of thinking through things. He also tends to stare off into space if he smells something or hears something he likes.
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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

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Camellia Alhrik, deceased

FATHER:
Ivaylo Alhrik, 120

SIBLINGS:
N/A

OTHER PEOPLE:
N/A

HISTORY:
His father is the werewolf in this coupling. He was a proud member of a pack. Known to be as reckless as his son is currently. Ivaylo had loved running through the woods, completely attuned to his wolf side, almost full on rejecting his human form. A wolf of moon white with stunning blue eyes that could run like the wind. He was a sight to see!

His mother is very much human. A dark-haired girl with warm brown eyes and a kind smile. A girl who looked brightly towards the future and never said an ill word. She was admired for her beauty but she never let it get to her. She was pretty dense when it came to love.

That changed when their paths crossed. Camellia had gone with friends on a camping trip as a summer trip before they had to return to college classes. It was a full moon and Camellia took to the woods to get fresh air. Ivaylo had a similar idea. He ran through the woods with joy and energy radiating from him. When he caught the scent of blood and fear, he stopped in his tracks.

Such a scent so far in the mountains was uncommon, so he checked it out. When he found a bear cornering a female, he went on defensive instantly. He took on the bear without backing down. Camellia watched in awe as a blur of white came to her defense against a black bear. Her arm was bleeding from a bad scratch that the bear had landed when she had been unaware.

Before long the bear turned and fled form the white wolf, who huffed in disappointment before turning to see the female who had given him such a work-out. He was stunned at the look on her face. She wasn't scared but in awe of him. She was completely captivated by his blue eyes. He actually felt a bit embarrassed under her stare.

He stepped up to her slowly, showing his lack of menace and she didn't flinch as he sniffed at her wound before giving it a casual lick. Camellia had expected the wolf to bite her but when she found that he only cleaned the wound, she was amazed and confused. This couldn't be a normal wolf, not with those human eyes. He disappeared before she had the chance to find out what he was.

She went back to her daily life without telling anyone of the mysterious white wolf. She never said a word but she still could picture him in her mind. When a man stepped into her life at first she didn't really notice him. Then she saw his blue eyes, very familiar. Ivaylo hadn't been able to resist coming back to her.

They'd dated for a year before tying the knot. He revealed who he was and she accepted him without a second thought, that was just the kind of person she was. She became with child and Ivaylo became distressed and was always hovering around her, sniffing at her, and constantly asking if she was okay. When the time came she gave birth to their son. He had her hair color but his eyes were the color of blood. Ivaylo knew immediately from the scent that his son was not human.

He hadn't told the pack that he had found his female, or that she knew, or that now he had a son. He'd meant to but a female werewolf had been trying to get his attention for moons and he had been evading her. Ivaylo cut himself off from his pack and devoted himself to Camellia and their son, Rollo. A few years passed without incident and Rollo grew up fairly normal, except for his tendency to act on his wolf instincts.

Despite this, Camellia kept a smile on her face and told Rollo all about what he was and what it meant. She taught him to be strong and to fight for what he believed in and she also taught him what love was. She gave Rollo a ring that she had been given by Ivaylo when they had just started dating. It was a delicate ring with a small blue jewel. She put it on a chain and told him to never take the ring off the chain unless he found his mate.

Rollo accepted this with no questions. His father taught him how to be a wolf while his mother taught him how to be human. And many years went by before something put an end to those happy days. His father had gotten wind of the pack he once ran with. They wanted to know where he was and had begun searching for him. Ivaylo left Camellia and Rollo to keep them away, not wanting the jealous she-wolf to lash out at his family at being spited. He promised to return but he never did.

Camellia and Rollo continued to live in seclusion but one day, Camellia became sick. Rollo could only watch as she grew weaker and weaker. She lay on her death bed when Ivaylo returned. Rollo was 14 when he watched his mother's life fade away while she was held in her husband's shaking arms. After the death of his mother, Rollo turned inward. His father changed considerably, putting all his focus into his son's future and his wolf heritage.

Rollo began to feel constricted by his father's constant care. When he reached the age of 16, Ivaylo introduced him into his pack. At first, he wasn't widely accepted but he earned his place through fang and prowess. Despite this, he really didn't care much for pack life. Which is why when he got wind of Akashibai Academy, he left as soon as he was able.

His father was against it completely. He wanted his son to take power within the pack and abandon the human world but Rollo couldn't bring himself to. That meant cutting ties with his mother, something he refused to do. So, against his father's wishes, he applied and began attending Akashibai Academy.[/size][/ul]

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

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Finally able to move him over! If you see anything questionable in his history or such, I might have to adjust it more to the site.

RP SAMPLE:

TWO YEARS AGO

His father with his blonde hair, parked his beat up 1995 Chevrolet Truck with white paint. The truck died as if it would never start up again when Ivaylo cut it off, though Rollo doubted his father would need it again. His mother's death still weighed heavily on them both. Rollo hadn't said a word to his father since he had returned. His wolf part wanted to challenge him but his human side kept that urge at bay.

His father sat silently for a few seconds, looking into the darkening woods in front of them. Rollo could sense his father's eagerness to return there. Rollo wasn't interested in it but his father was the boss, as far as wolf terms went. Rollo sat slouched in the passengers seat, biting his thumb so hard that he could taste the cooper of his blood on his tongue.

Rollo kept asking himself why they were out here but he knew. His father had decided to erase all there was of Camellia. This meant that they had to leave the human world behind and rejoin the pack. His wolf was disquieted at this prospect. For as long as he could remember, he had pinned his wolf down and living the life of a human. To suddenly be thrown into their world was not a very exciting prospect.

His father finally let out a sigh before addressing Rollo, who didn't move from his spot or look in his father's direction. "Get out and shift, we've gone over how the introduction has to take place so remember everything I've told you and stay close." His father opened the door to the truck and after he stepped out, closed it firmly behind him. Rollo Heard the ruffle of clothes as his father abandoned his human form for possibly the last time.

Only when Rollo heard an audible growl from the cracked window, did he move to do what his father asked of him. His moves reflected how much he was against this but the white wolf didn't seem to care, his blue eyes flashing a warning about what it meant to defy his orders. Rollo took off his shirt and folded it neatly on the hood of the truck. His father issued another growl as if to say that wasn't necessary and he wouldn't need it again.

Rollo ignored this and continued to fold his jeans and place them on the hood. The only thing he kept was his double dog collar with his mother's ring secured firmly to it. He wasn't about to forget his mother, he wasn't ready to. He let his form shift leaving a pair of boxers laying on the ground. Where once there was a teenage boy, there was now a black wolf with piercing red eyes. His look was one of casual neutrality as he picked up his boxers with his teeth before jumping onto the hood of the truck and placing them atop his other articles of clothing.

The white wolf moved irritably, he wanted to go. Rollo huffed a reply before jumping from the hood of the truck and taking his place at his father's side. With a stern look from his father, they started out into the now pitch dark woods. Rollo easily kept pace with his father, much to his father's chagrin. The white wolf picked up speed as he ducked and dodged through the foliage. Rollo easily kept pace, even though he didn't much know the environment.

Both wolves ears perked as a howl called through the night. The white wolf answered before letting his tongue hang from his wolf fangs, as he picked up the pace. They ran through a heavily wooded area and leaped over a small stream before coming to a den cut into the stone of a mountain side. Rollo put his head level below his father's as he had been told, letting his ears fall flat and his tail stay low. His father's tail was high and he barked out a greeting. Out of the den came three wolves, each various shades of brown. From the woods behind them, came two, one was a cream color with green eyes and the other was black with brown spots sprinkled through with amber eyes. These two must be the top dogs. It was the feeling Rollo got from their stances.

He kept low as his father turned to face them. The cream colored one seemed to spark with interest when her eyes fell on the white wolf. She seemed to dance towards him like a love-sick puppy. Only when Rollo's scent hit her nose did she change. Her green eyes locked onto Rollo, who looked down meekly. She growled asking who he was. Rollo sunk further as his father answered. The wolfess snapped her jaws at Ivaylo in obvious distaste.

She then turned on Rollo, growling fiercely. That was when the other wolf, a male, stepped in. Telling the female to back down, which she hesitated on but did. The wolf told Rollo to stand at full attention. He did as he was told, his father taking a step away from him. The other wolves seemed to continue appearing as the male stepped forward. He seemed to look and smell him over before coming to a decision. He barked a command to a brown male that recently appeared from the woods.

At his instruction, the wolf leaped at Rollo, who expected to have to show that he was worthy by fighting. He became a black blur as he ducked and rolled, dodging the brown wolf who landed on all fours before turning around to confront him again. What he wasn't expecting was for Rollo to attack back so soon.

Rollo pivoted with all four legs in the middle of a roll to propel himself at the other wolf. He ended up on the wolf's back and he bit down on the back of his neck. The brown wolf let out a yelp and began shuffling around trying to get the black devil off of his back. Rollo only growled in pleasure before clawing at the wolf's back and biting down to the point that he could hear the wolf gasping for air. When Rollo heard a loud commanding bark, he released the brown wolf, who lay on the ground trying to catch his breath. His red eyes were fierce as he looked at the lead male with his tail raised high.

The wolf bowed his head in acceptance but Rollo still felt completely out of place.
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