Post by Hyraxe Meyne on Dec 10, 2010 6:30:36 GMT -7
Hyraxe Sama'el Meyne
None right now [editing picture to suit appearance]
"If you do not back away from my cat, I am going to rip out your spine and use it as a coat hanger."
The Facts
Character Name:
Birth Name: Lucius Beltran Meyne
Current Given Name: Hyraxe Sama'el Meyne
Nicknames: Hex
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Shape-Shifter
The Appearance
Hair&Eyes: Hex's hair is a light blonde, and his eyes are coloured a deep gold.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: In human terms, Hex is underweight for his height, however, considering his condition, he is a healthy weight.
Overall Appearance:
Hex is tall and lanky, epitomizing the lithe form and speed of the Cheetah. Due to his unfortunate incident, he is perpetually trapped between shift-states, covered in a layer of velvet fur - a light tan with black spots all over his body and teardrop markings running down from his eyes. While his hands are formed normally, his feet are still stuck as paws, though his legs are still upright, allowing him to walk on two feet. His face is structured relatively normally, though he has taken on the ears of his animal, and the tip of his nose is dark and wet. The only other abnormal development is the presence of his tail.
The Person
Personality: Hyraxe is a very reserved person, plagued with bitterness by the reality of his condition. Having been avoided by his own kind and marked as a curse, he is somewhat awkward and shy around people, although he is in no way a pushover. When provoked, he gets fierce, fast, though if the conflict can be solved without ruffling anyone's fur, he is open to negotiation. He prefers to observe people rather than to approach them, making him seem aloof. But behind the teeth and claws lies a compassionate, intelligent being, with great potential to be a leader. Once one earns his loyalty, he will seek to protect that person at all costs. Though take care not to break his trust lest you wish his wrath upon you.
History:
Hyraxe was born in Spain into a prominent family, the Meyne, a pride of feline-bred shape-shifters who controlled much of the other clans in the region. His family believed strongly in maintaining tradition, as well as balancing the nature of their creature with the civility of their humanoid forms. As the eldest son, Hyraxe was considered the future and hope of the family, hence the family's spiritual advisor, their 'shaman' if you will, named him Lucius, meaning light. His family chose his second name for him, Beltran, bright raven, on his seventh birthday, due to his overwhelming curiosity as a child, leaving him Lucius Beltran Meyne.
Growing up, Lucius was equipped with all the skills necessary for his taking over his father as pride leader. He was trained in combat, both in human form and animal form – taught his strengths and weaknesses, and how best to use them. As a fighter, he excelled in swordplay, particularly in dual-blade combat. When he turned 13 his father gifted him with a pair of twin blades, white silver, and supposedly imbued with magic so that they found their mark. But battle was not all that Lucius was capable of. Due to the constant political turmoil in the Meyne region, he spent many hours locked up in libraries and studies, being tutored vigorously in the history and anthology of the different races. When his father was called upon to settle disputes, he was always watching from the sidelines, a young diplomat in training. All was going well – until his 17th birthday.
A dispute had broken out between some of the Meynes and a family of magicians living just outside the border of their territory. But Lucius’ father, as always, had a solution to the problem. A marriage of convenience, beneficial to both parties, and allowing for the dispute to come to an end. The new heir needed to bear his own sons after all, and a magician’s daughter would bring new power into their bloodline. However, there was a slight snag in his plan. Lucius had not thought to tell his father that he had no interest in females, and would never develop such an interest. And as such, when the magician arrived to discuss the proposal, Lucius promptly informed him that he held no affection for his daughter, nor would he ever – not the most tactful of solutions, but then, he had panicked at the thought of being married off to a girl of all things. But all actions have a consequence.
The magician was no peddler of street magic. He was a powerful being, and took Lucius’ rejection of his daughter to heart. While the Meyne family stood silent in shock at their son’s outburst, the magician mustered up his anger, uttering an ancient incantation. Lucius was forced to his knees, screaming in pain as his bones cracked and shifted. Even as his family began to shake out of their catatonic states, Lucius was being forced into his feral form, which the magician intended to trap him in. Lucius’ father however, intervened, leaping at the magician’s throat, and killing him before the spell could be completed. Unfortunately the damage already caused could not be undone. When Lucius rose, he was trapped midway between states. Half feral, half human. His family recoiled from him.
The family’s spiritual advisor stepped forward, stating that by rejecting the proposal, he had forced his father’s hand, and brought war upon the family. His new form was a curse, a mark that Lucius had to carry for the rest of his life as penance for his wrongdoing. Lucius was no longer deserving of his name. Sama’el. The shaman had spit the name out like a disease. Angel of Death. A new title to go with his new form. Lucius was no more. But the youth’s heart grew hard at the sight of his family, those who were meant to love him unconditionally, withdrawing from him. They loathed his new visage. He was an abomination unheard of. To be frozen midway – neither human nor animal. He had no definition. He left his home, on that very day, keeping his new name, but giving himself another; Hyraxe. Like him, it held no meaning. It was simply what it was, and nothing more.
Now, three years later, after wandering the land, shunned by his own kin, and being assaulted by others, he arrives at St Vector’s. Armed with nothing but a lone black cat, his blades and the few clothes he brought with him, the outcast now seeks shelter, sanctuary, and a cure, if one even exists.
Likes: Music, Nature, Cats, Hunting and Solitude
Dislikes: Large crowds, Being lectured, Silence, Stares and Prejudice
Animal Shape: Cheetah [currently frozen mid-way through transformation]
Strengths:
- Hunting; Hyraxe is excellent at hunting game, though this does not mean he is always successful. He simply knows how to pick and choose his prey carefully, and how to take them out in the quickest way.
- Tracking; Being stuck between his feral and human form has its benefits and tracking is one of them. Hyraxe’s sense of smell and vision is heightened well beyond that of a human being.
- Dual-blade Sword Fighting; Despite having left his home, Hyraxe has kept up with his training, and it has saved his life many a time. He fights with the twin blades given to him by his father on his 13th birthday.
- Fast learner; All the isolation, and time to himself, has allowed Hyraxe to develop a keen mind, keeping his focus for longer, and allowing him to pick up new skills quickly.
- Speed; Hyraxe possesses all the speed of the Cheetah, able to go from zero to sixty miles per hour in about three seconds, with a top speed of 75 miles per hour, giving him the ability to make a quick getaway when things go awry. When he runs, he drops to all fours in order to pick up enough speed and make his body more streamlined.
Weaknesses:
- Social Interaction; Having been shunned from society for no less than three years, Hyraxe finds it hard to deal with people, and can sometimes get claustrophobic in crowds.
- Size; While constant travel and occasional fights have allowed Hyraxe to gain some measure of muscle in the last few years, he still maintains his small and lithe frame, which, while allowing for more speed and flexibility, also means he is more vulnerable when it comes to physical attacks.
- Instinct; Being stuck part-way in his animal form, Hyraxe can sometimes forget human civilities when it comes to instinct. This is good when it comes to warning him of danger, but in most cases it simply leads to him going wild at the most inappropriate of times.
- Loyalty; While hard to earn, Hyraxe’s loyalty means that he will stick by you to the end. This often means however, that he will put himself in danger if it means protecting those he cares for.
- Stamina; Despite being able to run fast, Hyraxe has also inherited the Cheetah’s problem when it comes to stamina. The running builds up an immense amount of heat, which requires that he cool down after no more than five minutes of running at his top speed.
Anything Else: Hyraxe is an observer, and always carries around a notebook, sometimes writing down observations about the people he meets. He is also the proud owner of a black cat, Ninja, a stray he picked up on his travels.
RP Sample:
Slow. Steady. Keep your heart rate down.
The youth was crouched low, entire body still with anticipation. Onlookers would think him a statue, if not for the occasional twitch of the ears or tail. His eyes were focused, unblinking. Locked on to the lithe body of the deer mere meters from him. To tell the truth, the forest wasn’t the best place for him to hunt. His speed worked best when there were no obstacles to slow him down, or break his legs out from under him. But hunger and desperation had led him to an island of clear grass, long and open enough for him to chase down prey, if he was patient. And so he had waited, despite the gnawing hunger in his belly. Waited as only a predator could, for the game to come to him. The deer had appeared like a godsend, peering through the thicket cautiously, before strutting out into the meadow. But it had not yet come close enough for him to strike.
The hunter dug his claws into the ground, digging them into the dirt. It would be any moment now. A slight shudder ran through his body, the shadow of the canopy rippling across his tan hide, creating new patterns across the cluster of spots. The deer lifted its head, ears swivelling in his direction. He held his breath. The young stag snorted, before going back to the grass, taking a few steps closer in the process. A velvet tongue ran across the hunter’s lips. There was a tremble through his muscles. He struck. A blur of fur and claws, a cry of defeat, and then, silence.
Hyraxe lay on his side, panting heavily. The sudden burst of speed had burnt up extreme heat in his muscles, as usual, and he had to cool off before he could eat comfortably. The carcass of the deer laid beside him, the throat spilling dark blood into the earth, nourishing the soil to provide new life, even as one ended. The hunter watched the liquid seep into the soil, knowing that one day, his own life would be feeding the land. But not today, and certainly not now. Today, the hunter would eat, but there would come a time when his bones would be the one to yellow in the sun.
