Post by sinclair westley savage on Aug 14, 2011 22:16:29 GMT -5
( SINCLAIRwestleySAVAGE !? )
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you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Sinclair Westley Savage
nicknames. He goes by West or Westley preferably, choosing never to use his first name. He also has a whole slew of nicknames thrown on him by friends and acquaintances, the worst of which are takes on 'clairebear.'
gender. male
birthday. January 4th
candles. 26
orientation. gay
occupation. He works two jobs, as a waiter at Taki's during the day and a bartender at night.
member group. werewolf
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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appearance:
West is your average looking young man for the most part. He has light brown hair that he allows to get a little longish from time to time, and he stands around 6 feet and 2 inches tall. He has pale sea green eyes and unbelievably straight teeth, that are entire natural. The distiguishing things about his appearance are the werewolf scratches in various places on his body, including three pale pinkish silver lines down the side of his throat, slashes over his back and a prominent bite mark just above his right hip, that has long healed over, but still looks gruesome, and turns red and tender around full moon.
family life pre-attack:
West was born into the spotlight. His parents were socialites, and their entire life was followed by the media, from their early relationship to their marriage to the birth of West, and then his little sister. They were the media's sweethearts, simply because they were both heirs to large industries and quite a lot of money. So naturally, Westley grew up "Sinclair Savage" the first born of the happy couple. He was happy with his life as a child, he typically got what he wanted and never had much reason to complain about anything. He went to a private school with other highly privileged children, and continued in that circle throughout junior high and high school. This stopped however, around the age of nineteen. Sinclair, or Sin as his friends called him, went through a heavy phase with his friends just after graduation from high school. He was pulled into the designer drugs circle and allowed himself to get caught up in illicit and thrillingly mysterious activities. At least, to a nineteen year old with all the money in the world, it was the best time in the world, clubbing with his friends, tripping every night and not having a care in the world. The media of course, ate it up, writing about how the media's golden couple had turned out such a bad boy. He got a shocking wake up call the night of one full moon, when he ran across a relatively new werewolf in an alley, abandoned by his friends, he'd been lucky to get away, but he made his way to the hospital nearby just in time to pass out.
family life post-attack:
He left the Hospital days later, well bandaged but still shaken. The attack was written off to be the result of a run in with a wild dog, and he was sent away to recover in peace. The would slowly but surely healed, though the scars of them never went away. It wasn't for a month until he felt the pull of the full moon and finally, the pain of his first transformation. Sinclair wrecked the family penthouse, and his parents returned to find him cowering in a corner in the morning light, clothes ripped and covered in blood. That was when he pieced together what had happened to him. He spent the next month researching Lycanthropy, and not knowing what he could believe about it and what he couldn't. He'd developed an aversion to his mother's silver collection and found himself craving meat constantly. His parents began acting as though their son wasn't even there, like they could simply ignore this problem and it would go away. By the next full moon, he felt that he was prepared to control himself, he locked himself in his room and waited for the transformation to take place. It turned out to be even worse than the time before, and he managed to escape his room, nearly attacking his sister in their home. That was the thing that finally caught his parents' attention. It wasn't a big deal when their screw up son had problems, but mess with their perfect daughter, and you were basically the biggest threat ever. They made their decision quickly. He wasn't to live with them anymore, and they wouldn't support a monster, so he was cast out on his own, as as for the public, as far as the media was informed, Sinclair Savage was killed by an infection from the wild dog attack months before. A closed casket funeral was held, and the family buried an empty box along with any and all memories of Sinclair.
life now:
Now, Sinclair has become Westley, to any and all people that he comes into contact with, though a few learn the truth from time to time, but only after he can trust them. West is currently living in his parents' guest home in the upper east side without their knowledge, and working two jobs to support himself. He made a fair amount of money pawning off his old belongings, since his parents at least allowed him to keep all of his things, even if they'd packed his bags for him and sent him away in the dead of night. He's become integrated with the new york werewolf pack and turns to them when he needs anything, though he prefers to fend for himself. He's a proud member of the downworld now, and his days of drugs and such are as much a part of his past as being mundane is.
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. rinn
experience. 5 and a half ish years
factoid. am listening to paramore right now.
codeword. ADMIN EDIT.
sample.BANG BANG BANG. ONLY NEEDED FOR YOUR FIRST CHARACTER.
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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