Name: Cross Stark (A.K.A. "Mr. Wolf")
Age: 153 (but looks like a manly 19.)
Birthday: Feb. 14th
Gender: A man. A manly man. A man that defines manliness.
Category: Student
Class: Senior
Appearance Description:
Eye color: Grey ( will turn gold when he €˜changes€™.)
Skin Color: white
Hair style: A fiery red color that€™s swept back in a cool, manly fashion.
Height: 6'€™9"€Â
Weight: 250 (sheer muscle!) The man is made of muscle.
Clothing Style: Anything that will make him look awesome and is easy to get out of whenever he changes€™. He favors things that expose his arms and chest like open vests. Jeans preferred and normally wears boots that are easy to slip off because having your foot reconstruct itself in a tight laced shoe is a bitch. He tends to go through clothes fast.
Personality Description: A manly man is what he is. He has lived through the years and tends to be a very proud person. He also likes attention. A lot which is a mystery as to how he lived this long. He also likes to think of himself as a €˜ladiesman€™ and often tries to impress other girls through flexing his muscles or showing off his strength. Whenever it comes to other men, he makes sure that people know that he€™s not a man to be trifled with. He'll even beat up nerds and take their lunch money, however should Cross see you as an equal, he's a friend that will never let you down.
Powers:
Powers? A man doesn'€™t need powers, only brute strength! Here are the manly things this amazing man can do.
Health Regeneration: It takes a lot of energy to transform from human to werewolf. Not to mention the constant reconstruction of his entire body. Break an arm? Just re-align it and it mends. Gibbed by a sword? Pull the sword out and watch the flesh stitch back together. Lose an eye? It'€™s gross and he doesn'€™t know how, but he can regrow another. He can re-attach severed limbs, but he can't regrow them. Problem is, it takes energy to heal his injuries and sometimes Cross just doesn'€™t give a damn thanks to his ridiculous amount of pain tolerance. The more injuries he gets? The harder it is to keep up the pace. Eventually he'll putter out from loss of blood and take human form again. Because of the massive burn during his change, his appetite is ungodly.
Lycan:
Enough said. With almost a centuries worth of experience under his belt, Cross can transform at will. He can also transform limbs while in human form, turning fists or feet in a flash. However, should he transform his entire body, it takes a little longer than he would with arms or legs. The curse endowed him with super strength, speed, and heightened senses such as sight or smelling cooked meat a mile away. While transformed, Cross is somewhat coherent and is able to tell from friend and foe. Only during the full moon is where he loses control altogether, making him a danger to everyone around him. Even though The Curse came with all this cool stuff (and made him unique because of his red fur when he turns), he can'€™t be near any silver. Silver poisons him. Don't ask him why, but if he doesn't remove the silver, it severely weakens him.
Biography:
Before The Curse, Cross was just a man.
BUT A MANLY MAN. It had been a long time since he was turned. He had lived in a cabin with his family and he was the poor son of a bitch out of 5 brothers that was sent out to grab firewood. The werewolf attacked and it all happened so fast. It was a miracle that he lived. Before he knew it, he was stronger and faster, but he didn'€™t know about the full moon until it was too late.His stomach was full of human flesh and his heart heavy with remorse. Full of hatred for the werewolf that turned him, he hunted him down across the country, tearing through people and other werewolves that got in his way. Eventually he killed his maker and would have put a silver bullet through his skull if he hadn't met a particular human who researched his kind for a living.
It took a couple more years to adapt to society and was taught more lessons on how to control the wolf and in those precious years, he considered the human his first friend; his best friend. Even when the government discovered what he truly was thanks to the mess he left across the country for revenge. They wanted to use him for their own purposes; purposes Cross never learned off since the human hid him. Her network of connections were powerful enough to have him disappear off the face of the earth as if he never existed. She was the first human he trusted; she was his first friend; his best friend. She made sure he had everything he needed. Why she risked everything for him, he would never know since she lost the battle against cancer. Good things had to come to an end at some point. That's what he thought anyway until he received he accidentally stepped on a pretty little letter when he was about to leave.
" To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this, then you are a very special person..."
Maybe good things didn't have to end at all. He hoped they had a werewolf-proof room somewhere.
Age: 153 (but looks like a manly 19.)
Birthday: Feb. 14th
Gender: A man. A manly man. A man that defines manliness.
Category: Student
Class: Senior
Appearance Description:
Eye color: Grey ( will turn gold when he €˜changes€™.)
Skin Color: white
Hair style: A fiery red color that€™s swept back in a cool, manly fashion.
Height: 6'€™9"€Â
Weight: 250 (sheer muscle!) The man is made of muscle.
Clothing Style: Anything that will make him look awesome and is easy to get out of whenever he changes€™. He favors things that expose his arms and chest like open vests. Jeans preferred and normally wears boots that are easy to slip off because having your foot reconstruct itself in a tight laced shoe is a bitch. He tends to go through clothes fast.
Personality Description: A manly man is what he is. He has lived through the years and tends to be a very proud person. He also likes attention. A lot which is a mystery as to how he lived this long. He also likes to think of himself as a €˜ladiesman€™ and often tries to impress other girls through flexing his muscles or showing off his strength. Whenever it comes to other men, he makes sure that people know that he€™s not a man to be trifled with. He'll even beat up nerds and take their lunch money, however should Cross see you as an equal, he's a friend that will never let you down.
Powers:
Powers? A man doesn'€™t need powers, only brute strength! Here are the manly things this amazing man can do.
Health Regeneration: It takes a lot of energy to transform from human to werewolf. Not to mention the constant reconstruction of his entire body. Break an arm? Just re-align it and it mends. Gibbed by a sword? Pull the sword out and watch the flesh stitch back together. Lose an eye? It'€™s gross and he doesn'€™t know how, but he can regrow another. He can re-attach severed limbs, but he can't regrow them. Problem is, it takes energy to heal his injuries and sometimes Cross just doesn'€™t give a damn thanks to his ridiculous amount of pain tolerance. The more injuries he gets? The harder it is to keep up the pace. Eventually he'll putter out from loss of blood and take human form again. Because of the massive burn during his change, his appetite is ungodly.
Lycan:
Enough said. With almost a centuries worth of experience under his belt, Cross can transform at will. He can also transform limbs while in human form, turning fists or feet in a flash. However, should he transform his entire body, it takes a little longer than he would with arms or legs. The curse endowed him with super strength, speed, and heightened senses such as sight or smelling cooked meat a mile away. While transformed, Cross is somewhat coherent and is able to tell from friend and foe. Only during the full moon is where he loses control altogether, making him a danger to everyone around him. Even though The Curse came with all this cool stuff (and made him unique because of his red fur when he turns), he can'€™t be near any silver. Silver poisons him. Don't ask him why, but if he doesn't remove the silver, it severely weakens him.
Biography:
Before The Curse, Cross was just a man.
BUT A MANLY MAN. It had been a long time since he was turned. He had lived in a cabin with his family and he was the poor son of a bitch out of 5 brothers that was sent out to grab firewood. The werewolf attacked and it all happened so fast. It was a miracle that he lived. Before he knew it, he was stronger and faster, but he didn'€™t know about the full moon until it was too late.His stomach was full of human flesh and his heart heavy with remorse. Full of hatred for the werewolf that turned him, he hunted him down across the country, tearing through people and other werewolves that got in his way. Eventually he killed his maker and would have put a silver bullet through his skull if he hadn't met a particular human who researched his kind for a living.
It took a couple more years to adapt to society and was taught more lessons on how to control the wolf and in those precious years, he considered the human his first friend; his best friend. Even when the government discovered what he truly was thanks to the mess he left across the country for revenge. They wanted to use him for their own purposes; purposes Cross never learned off since the human hid him. Her network of connections were powerful enough to have him disappear off the face of the earth as if he never existed. She was the first human he trusted; she was his first friend; his best friend. She made sure he had everything he needed. Why she risked everything for him, he would never know since she lost the battle against cancer. Good things had to come to an end at some point. That's what he thought anyway until he received he accidentally stepped on a pretty little letter when he was about to leave.
" To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this, then you are a very special person..."
Maybe good things didn't have to end at all. He hoped they had a werewolf-proof room somewhere.
