James Hemingway Banks

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: James Hemingway Banks
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: JinGinGen
  • Nicknames: N/A
  • Race: Lycanthrope
  • Class: Loner(former alpha)
  • Alignment: Neutral
  • Deity: N/A
  • Age: Appeats to be in late 20's/early 30's
  • Size: Large in both forms
  • Body Type: Buff/Husky
  • Height: 6'5
  • Weight: 200lbs
  • Complexion: Olive skin with scars in human form. Salt and pepper colors in wolf form
  • Hair: Hair is somewhat long and tied back. It's shaggy. It's also Black-ish with some grey streaks from stress.
  • Eyes: Eyes are green in human form, and amber in wolf fform
  • Handedness: Left
  • Scars: Numerous scars on body. Claw marks along forehead, ears are chipped, and had minor scars on chest and legs.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Bold, somewhat quiet and reserved...unless you mess with him or his pack.
  • Mannerisms: Polite for the most part. Speaks when spoken to mostly.
  • Likes: The night, the moon, silence, calmess,
  • Dislikes: Water, Fire, Storms, cloudy nights, enemy packs, big headed folks, Wave

• Description

  Summary-
  
  James stands about 6'5 in human form, and 7'11 on wolf form. he's a big guy. He has olive skin, though his heritage is unknown. His facial features are blended. And he doesn't look that bad either. He does have a crook in his nose from an older battle, but no matter. In wolf form, he's mostly black/dark brown, but he does have white patches and streaks. He got these patches from stress rather than age. Being the former leader of a big pack like that can be hard and take it's toll on you. And then on top of that you get kicked out by your best friend. It's just messy all around.
  
  Specifics-
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  SKIN: Olive
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  FACIAL FEATURES: Appears to be a mix of Caucasian and numerous others. A hybrid, if you will. Has a larger nose (with a slight bend in it due to a fight), and he overall looks decent and somewhat attractive.
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  HAIR: Dark brown/Black with white streaks. White streaks caused from intense stress. Not from age. It's somewhat long, but can't be tied back. Though he does like to keep it short, but it depends on him.
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  WOLF FORM(ANTHRO)
  
  Height is 7'11" in thos form. Muscled and scars show. Mane is somewhat long, like hair. Has all teeth.
  
  WOLF FORM(FERAL)
  
  Height is 4'0'" Appears as a normal wolf, but bigger. Has a slight hunch on back from muscles. Mane is shorter.
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  SCARS
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  He has 4 vertical claw marks that run down his forehead. They do overlap his eyebrows slightly. They aren't even, and are at a slight angle.
  
  Obtained from his first werewolf encounter.
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  He has a cut on his lip that makes it appear to be chipped.
  
  Obtained from fist werewolf encounter.
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  Three claw marks on shoulder. Jagged and angled in towards neck.
  
  Obtained from first werewolf encounter
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  Belly scar from rival werewolf attack. Slight scar.
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  Numerous leg scars
  
  Obtained from various incidents
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• Biography

  -James Hemingway Banks-
  
  A general description (and rp sample)
  
  Born and raised in a rural town, James has always been the quiet boy. He did well in school, and had a good life. And a good childhood. Nothing much to complain about. That is until the incident happened. You see, James wasn't always a werewolf. Around the end of the high school days, he was camping with his friends in the woods. Just a normal night. They were being goofy and such, just having a good time. Their paranoid friend tried to warn them, to give them a sign. But it was too late by then. Quicker than any of them knew, a beast about the size of a full grown bear wrecked their camp. Everyone was able to run off unharmed, except James. He was nearly torn to pieces by this thing, covering him in scars, and giving him the vertical claw marks on his forehead. He hung on though. Long enough to get into a hospital and heal up.
  
  Since then things were different.
  
  The changes were painful. He had a hard time hiding it from his family and friends. Lycanthropy made college particularly hard as well. He could pull all nighters easily now, but at a price. Trying to keep himself from shouting in pain was pretty hard too. But college is when he met one if his now trusted clan mates. They met after he almost shifted in front of everyone one night. They followed him out into the forest. The two, now werewolves, talked. It was sort of awkward for James, but this new wolf seemed nice. Turns out this wolf was in a pack that lived around the area they were staying at. The stranger, well, not stranger's (nick)name was Waved, due to their wavy fur. They introduced James to their pack, and he was added in. But to his surprise, the leader was the wolf that bit him. A sense of dread over came him, and stayed with him for the following years. Pack life was hard at first, but he gradually got used to it. He and Wave did graduate from college, but life afterward was a tad difficult. Especially in the pack. Let's just say...The pack leader died of mysterious circumstances. And James took his place. For the next 10 years of his life, he basically abandoned the human world and lived in the woods with his pack. Until he was forced back into a civil life due to family. He bought a house near his forest though, and was able to split life evenly.
  
  
  But things changed.
  
  Wave found out that James did ,in fact, have something to do with their old Alpha's disappearance. He didn't kill him per say, but had to leave him behind when humans found them, at his request. But it obviously wasn't taken that way by Wave. Wave rallied all the wolves against him, and he was flushed from the pack. He even had to move out of his home.
  
  He was left to wander. He did eventually get a house in a more city-like neighborhood. It's close to the forest, so that's good enough for him.
  
  -RP SAMPLE-
  
  The night was dark. Again. Storms were present once more, the dark, smooth clouds covering the night. It looked and felt much darker than before. James wandered though the street, worn and tired. Living on his own was a tad harder than before. At least he didn't have to worry about monitoring a pack. Yeah. That was nice. His feet made heavy shuffling sounds on the cold and moist ground. It started to rain. James let out a groan in frustration as water droplets fell on his head and soaked his black hair. An expression of annoyance began to slowly make itself present on his face as water dripped from his brow down to his nose, and falling from the tall man to the ground. He ducked under a nearby building to get some shelter from the rain. He looked behind him at the building entrance. It was an old Tea Shoppe. It was still open and looked awfully warm compared to the outside. He approached the door and walked inside, the warm heat hitting him in the face.