Post by morbyd on Apr 25, 2010 6:08:20 GMT -7
† Morbyd - Osyrys - Deth †
†Nickname†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Morbyd Osyrys Deth
Nicknames: Morb, Morby (or Morbie, Morbii, etc.) Death, Puppy
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Age: 24
Age they appear: he actually appears 18
Occupation: works at an animal adoption center
Orientation: kinda bisexual, but he is actually more attracted to women
Health Problems: Morbyd has a terrible memory and is a little out of shape for his species
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Morbyd’s got a pretty nice personality. When you get to know him, that is – and not many get that opportunity. See, Morbyd’s a suspicious guy and strays away from crowds, gatherings, get-togethers – anything that has to do with a lot of people. He seems to put up a cold barrier to keep people away, but that’s only him taking in the person before letting them into his inner circle.
Loyalty. If you’re lucky enough to ever know him personally, you’ll see that he’s someone to have around. He might not be on the extra-fit side, but he’s got the heart a person needs when they’re down and out. He’ll wait until you’re full and with a warm belly before he evens picks up a plate for himself. Even if you become his enemy one day, Morbyd will still be there to back you up in a situation that he catches you in that others would hang you up on. Morbyd loves a good laugh and loves to make his closest friends laugh.
I have to warn you though – Morbyd gets very jealous.
Morbyd gets so jealous, someone might have to come up with a new word for the damned emotion. He fights, and he screams and he yells and he gets so mad, you feel kinda bad. You wonder if what you did was actually that wrong. It was. And might I add, Morbyd gets jealous over little things sometimes. He’s kind of possessive, so if you’re his friend or someone he’s really attracted to, he doesn’t expect you to wander. Everyone you say ‘hi’ to, wave at, or even look at, he’ll expect you to tell him who that person is and your relation to them. Unfortunately, he expects you to be his and his alone (you’ll learn the reason for his possessive issues later). Try not to betray him.
Morbyd’s smart. Morbyd’s also curious. They clash. Let me explain.
He’ll stay out of situations he has no business in. BUT if he’s wondering around or if he needs something, he’ll get himself stuck in a hole he can’t get out of, and it’ll take a lot of pleads and a lot of wriggling to get him out, if ever.
Just a little extra – Don’t ever ask him about math, he was never proficient in that area. He can beautifully explain a sunset, or describe the importance of the seasons with a very nice vocabulary but, unfortunately, he cannot write. His handwriting is sloppy and can very much be compared to that of a common third-grader’s (this includes spelling).
Likes:
† Reading
† Good Food
† Loyal People
† Dogs (no, canines of all sorts.)
† Eyes (he doesn’t mind himself about colors, but he’s captured by eyes. Psst, women – Bat those lashes, it drives him nuts!)
Hates:
† Writing
† Bad Food (oh, he hates Bad Food with the burning passion of a thousand suns)
† Being Betrayed
† Cats
† That Eye Crust you get in the Morning
Talents:
† Pointing out Good Restaurants
† Picks up on People’s Feelings Easily
† Wonderful sense of Smell
† Descriptive Language (sadly, he's without the ability to record it)
† Drawing
Habits:
† Stutters. Terribly.
† Bites at his nails.
† Tends to get shy around other boys (don’t do anything that could misunderstood as sexual, guys)
† Gets extremely shy around women (he’s so easy to embarrass)
† Tends to act on his emotions only
† Appearance †
Skin Color: He’s a light brown
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Build: Well, he’s a little out of shape
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: ---
Choice of Clothing: Morbyd wears dark, baggy jeans a lot. His shirts picture sayings depending on how he’s feeling. If he’s upset, he’ll wear graphic shirts with disturbing drawings of skulls and blood and snakes and the like (shirts like that are common just because he likes that stuff). If he’s happy, he’s got Snoopy shirts and Guitar shirts, too.
Wolf Appearance: Morbyd’s wolf form isn’t very tall, 4 and half feet tall. He looks like a normal wolf, but his tail is noticeably long and bushy at the end. He’s brown all down his body, light tan at his paws and black at his head and neck.
Other: ---
† History †
History: Morbyd does not have a very nice history.
Born around five minutes after his twin brother, “Demon”, Morbyd was looked down upon in the eyes of his father, whom he does not remember. His mother loved him dearly, though he cannot remember her name, either. Morbyd’s entire family consists of werewolves. Morbyd followed Demon everywhere in their childhood. Demon, knowing how much their father hated his little brother, kept him close. With Demon taking him everywhere, teaching him everything, and overall, providing him with the love his father wouldn’t, Morbyd found himself falling in love with Demon.
He admits this, but do not ask him about it. Not that he’s ashamed, you’re just not allowed into his personal life.
In love with his brother, missing his mother (who was always out working to provide), and wanting the attention of his father, Morbyd knew he just wasn’t enjoying life. If he shed a tear, his father’s hand came down unmercifully. If he needed help, his father would tell him to learn. If Morbyd showed fear at new tries, his father would call him weak. At some point in his life, around the age of sixteen, Morbyd finally broke down. His father, disgusted by his weakness, cast him out. Out of his home and out of his life – completely. Demon went with Morbyd, to protect him. The love Demon mistook for a brotherly bond grew stronger. With Morbyd having lost everyone except his brother, he decided one rainy night to tell Demon how he felt.
During the whole explanation, Demon was quiet.
Afterwards, Morbyd begged Demon to stop being so quiet, but not to yell at him because he was only telling him how he felt and he didn’t want to lose him, too. Demon finally spoke and he didn’t yell. He only told Morbyd he was sorry. He explained that he knew Morbyd wasn’t happy…
“…and I know you can’t live out here by yourself, but I can’t do this.” Demon shook his head. Morbyd began to cry.
“What?” But Demon hushed him and pulled him closer. He told him, “I can’t take care of both of us. I have to go back home. Without you.” Knowing how much love Morbyd really wanted and needed, he didn’t stop at just hugging him before leaving. He held onto him. He kissed him. First at his forehead, then heading down, down… He ignored Morbyd’s voice, telling him that he didn’t have to, and he could stop.
…Don’t ask Morbyd about this part, either.
Later in life, Morbyd volunteered at an animal rescue to be with people so that he didn’t lose his ability to communicate. He continues to work on his writing ability.
Mother/Father: Morbyd cannot remember.
Siblings: A brother named Demon. Morbyd does not know where his brother is.
Offspring: ---
Other: ---
† RP example †
Morbyd looked down at Breezy, the young Border collie that the shelter just took in. With a sigh, he looked back down at the forms he was supposed to be filling out. He’d carefully gotten past the first line…
Name: Breezy. That was easy (no rhyme intended).
But he didn’t think he could fill out the rest. There were too many words to answer the questions that followed.
Physical/Medical/Psychological Problems? He wasn’t sure. All she was doing was staring at him. She hadn’t attacked anyone, she loved people, she didn’t even bark. Appearance. Well, that would be a lot to write. Breezy was a pretty dog and four words wasn’t going to cut it. History? Oh. God.
He started to answer appearance…
Breezy is wite –
He threw the pen down and let out a frustrated groan. The pen cracked in half and the ink spilled all over the desk. He picked up the papers and crumpled them in his hands angrily. He looked down and almost had a heart attack.
Poor Breezy was leaning down to lick at the ink that dropped to the tiled floor. Morbyd sighed and cupped Breezy’s chin, gently lifting her head.
“No, no, no…don’t eat that,” he spoke gently, staring her in the eyes. Breezy’s tail thumped softly and she shifted her front paws. “It’s…it’s not good for you…” He tore a tissue from the Kleenex box that sat on his desk and wiped the ink away, holding her back in case she wanted to have a go at the ink again. He had to use three at a time because the ink bled through. Then he returned to the forms.
He couldn’t write this, he couldn’t even spell out easy colors, how did they expect him to do this? Breathing heavily, running his hands through his hair, he shut his eyes tight.
If only, those many days ago, his father helped him out. At least every once in a while. He could’ve at least helped him write!
There was a soft pressure at his thigh and small whimpers. When he looked, Breezy was gently prodding him with her cute, pink nose. Her tail was thumping softly. Her ears pricked up at the catch of his eyes and she stopped.
Morbyd sighed, and ran his hand over her head in a soft circle, dragging his hand down to the side of her face to rub her ear.
“I’m ok, Breezy…” He continued to pet her softly. “I’m…ok.”
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Ka$h (name given to me because of a mispronunciation), or even Morbyd (a name I made up myself after my signature drawing style, which consists of themes with blood, skulls, and snakes)
Other Characters: none, sorry *shrug*
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