Post by Turin on Sept 15, 2008 22:08:33 GMT -5
●● behind the scene
Your name: Patrick
How long have you been RPing? Six Years
Where/How did you find us? MER
●● i see you
Name: Turin
Age: Appears to be twenty seven
Type:Demigod
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Title/Position: None
Occupation: Hunter
Nationality: Crete
●● smile and pose
Image of your character: Look at Banner
Celeb you're using: Jeffery Donovan
Physical Appearance: Whenever, he is in his natural human form he looks as if he is a twenty seven year old man. He was a well curved and sculpted body with short but wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He stands at a height of six foot eight and often wears nothing more than a loin cloth. Turin, even in his human form often finds himself walking on his hands whenever other humans are not around. This causes his hands to be extremely strong and rough, his feet as well since he never wore shoes or sandals. He carried no weapons for he did not need them for he could hunt and eat in his animal form and that would sustain him.
●● the voice within
Personality Description: Turin is a tame and calm being. He is not fond of war, but he will fight when it is needed. He is a wise and patient man and animal and thus takes his time in everything that he does. He does not rush to answer but is slow to speak and quick to hear. Turin has an extremely attraction to the women of Sparta and Troy. Their features are quiet different from that of the other women because of their stronger features. He does not trust many people and thus he is very very reserved in how he approaches anyone and speaks to anyone.
Likes: Anything that does not desire to harm him
Dislikes: Anything that wants to harm him.
Strength: He can change form to an Eagle, Bear, and a Panther
Weaknesses: He can only be injured in his human form.
Powers/Abilities: Strength, Wisdom and Agility. He can also turn into three different animals, a Bear, an Eagle and a Panther
●● story of my life
Spouse/Lover: None
Marital status: Single
Family: He is the son of Poseidon, the King of the Sea.
History: Turin awoke in the world with no recollection of his past. All that he was aware of was that he was alive, he was a man, and that he was capable of strange yet powerful things. Time wore on for Turin as he watched the mortals and the gods fight, and worship. His life, he kept to himself and thus stayed away from the concerns of men and the gods. Finally, after what seemed to be a life age he began to question why he was the way he was. He would begin to venture out and walk among the mortals, as beast and human for Turin had the ability to shift forms from human to three different creatures. He could shift to a Black Bear, strong and fast and able to overcome almost any predator; a Black Panther, with great agility, cunning and grace with the ability to outwit most anything that came against it; and finally an Eagle. An Eagle being a true sign of Wisdom and Intelligence. Turin took this form often and flew high above the world of men and watched and marveled at what they had become. However, after centuries of this he began to wonder and seek answers to questions that he had long asked himself. He wondered why it was that he could only feel true pain whenever he was in his human form. Why was he only able to shift to three creatures? Why was it that he was created to do such things?
After some time he believed that it was time to find the answers to these questions and thus set out on his quest to do just this. He did not know where to look, or whom in which he should seek out. The race of mortals spoke of gods that had such powers as he but were unable to lead him to such beings. Turin would often find himself, flying high once again looking for the Mount Olympous that the mortals spoke so highly of as the home of the gods. It had been decades and yet still Turin had not been able to find the answer to his questions. Finally, he learned something knew that he found would benefit his search and answer his second question. He heard rumor of a woman who was said to have great knowledge of beasts and the gods. When he confronted her she told him that his ability to change into only three forms was because of his lack of desire to shift to anything else. Turin listened to her for a while before he began to believe that, with training he could shift to more than just three creatures. However, his question had not quiet been answered and thus he continued his search to the questions that he asked, and thus is what drove him, and kept him going, travelling and questioning, living and fighting for whatever would aid and assist him…
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Wind soared past Turin’s head as he closed his eyes and lifted his beak higher into the sky before looking once more at what was in front of him. Nothing; nothing more than the clear blue sky stood in his path as he turned his wings and soared closer towards the earth. His mind raced as he flew, while his eyes began to scan the ground for any sign of life or food. For some odd reason, every time he flew he would feel an immense hunger and he would desire to eat. This hunger only became stronger whenever he took the form of a bear or a panther because, quiet frankly, they were bigger animals ands required a great deal of nourishment and quiet readily as well.
The eyes of an eagle are keen, and can see the movement of even some of the small creatures upon the forest or grassy plains floor. It was not a question of really would he catch food, it was more of a question of what he desired to eat. Turin, like all animals, while in that form, had his preference of creatures that tasted better than others. There was, of course the jackrabbit, a bit rough to chew, but the thrill of the chase was the real sport. There was also the monkey’s. They had rather succulent meat and a panther could catch and devour such a creature in what seemed like an extremely short period of time. Then of course was his favorite; an opponent that put up a fight, but not a very long one, and they bred with an abundance in the forests and plains…the white tailed deer. As a panther he could run these creatures down with ease, pounce upon their backs and drag them to the ground and break their necks and the reward of such meat was extremely satisfying.
In moments his prey had been spotted. A small flock of white tailed deer stood, alone, in a small clearing on the edge of the forest and the grassy plain that ran up to meet it. Turin flew high overhead, scoping out the six deer that stood below him, looking for the weakest and easiest kill. As they moved he noticed that three attempted to shield another from unfriendly eyes and thus Turin knew that this would be his target. Instantly, he tucked his winds and shot down to the earth like a lighting bolt thrown from Zeus himself as he landed in the trees, quietly and skillfully without moving so much more than a branch for his landing. In a moment, instead of a strong eagle that stood upon the tree lay a strong and fierce black panther that lurked down from the tree and slowly onto the forest floor. The centuries of hunting and training had caused him to be the most efficient and limber animal and effective predator the world had ever seen. Silently, like death that comes upon an unsuspecting victim he moved closer to the prey. His paws graced the floor with no more noise than a small house cat. His head and shoulders tucked down, low and into his sides to become an even small imagine in which to spot…Then, as his prey was but yards away his eyes narrowed in. They found the target in which he was seeking and he waited. It might have seemed like years for another as he waited for the weakest of the creatures to become vulnerable, but it was only moments for a skilled hunter such as Turin. As he waited, the opportunity presented itself as the creature turned its back to the hunter and Turin in a second of swift and simple movement leapt from the ground and caught hold of the creature and wrestled it swiftly to the ground and went for the throat, killing it in moments as the other five deer scattered in many separate directions do to fear and awe. Turin placed his paw over his victim and stepped up, scanning his surroundings, making sure that there would be no challengers to his kill. He waited a moment and sniffed at the air and sensed no more than the newly forming morning dew as the sun had just begun to rise in the East. Satisfied, he bent down and began to enjoy the kill and feed his hunger….
Your name: Patrick
How long have you been RPing? Six Years
Where/How did you find us? MER
●● i see you
Name: Turin
Age: Appears to be twenty seven
Type:Demigod
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Title/Position: None
Occupation: Hunter
Nationality: Crete
●● smile and pose
Image of your character: Look at Banner
Celeb you're using: Jeffery Donovan
Physical Appearance: Whenever, he is in his natural human form he looks as if he is a twenty seven year old man. He was a well curved and sculpted body with short but wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He stands at a height of six foot eight and often wears nothing more than a loin cloth. Turin, even in his human form often finds himself walking on his hands whenever other humans are not around. This causes his hands to be extremely strong and rough, his feet as well since he never wore shoes or sandals. He carried no weapons for he did not need them for he could hunt and eat in his animal form and that would sustain him.
●● the voice within
Personality Description: Turin is a tame and calm being. He is not fond of war, but he will fight when it is needed. He is a wise and patient man and animal and thus takes his time in everything that he does. He does not rush to answer but is slow to speak and quick to hear. Turin has an extremely attraction to the women of Sparta and Troy. Their features are quiet different from that of the other women because of their stronger features. He does not trust many people and thus he is very very reserved in how he approaches anyone and speaks to anyone.
Likes: Anything that does not desire to harm him
Dislikes: Anything that wants to harm him.
Strength: He can change form to an Eagle, Bear, and a Panther
Weaknesses: He can only be injured in his human form.
Powers/Abilities: Strength, Wisdom and Agility. He can also turn into three different animals, a Bear, an Eagle and a Panther
●● story of my life
Spouse/Lover: None
Marital status: Single
Family: He is the son of Poseidon, the King of the Sea.
History: Turin awoke in the world with no recollection of his past. All that he was aware of was that he was alive, he was a man, and that he was capable of strange yet powerful things. Time wore on for Turin as he watched the mortals and the gods fight, and worship. His life, he kept to himself and thus stayed away from the concerns of men and the gods. Finally, after what seemed to be a life age he began to question why he was the way he was. He would begin to venture out and walk among the mortals, as beast and human for Turin had the ability to shift forms from human to three different creatures. He could shift to a Black Bear, strong and fast and able to overcome almost any predator; a Black Panther, with great agility, cunning and grace with the ability to outwit most anything that came against it; and finally an Eagle. An Eagle being a true sign of Wisdom and Intelligence. Turin took this form often and flew high above the world of men and watched and marveled at what they had become. However, after centuries of this he began to wonder and seek answers to questions that he had long asked himself. He wondered why it was that he could only feel true pain whenever he was in his human form. Why was he only able to shift to three creatures? Why was it that he was created to do such things?
After some time he believed that it was time to find the answers to these questions and thus set out on his quest to do just this. He did not know where to look, or whom in which he should seek out. The race of mortals spoke of gods that had such powers as he but were unable to lead him to such beings. Turin would often find himself, flying high once again looking for the Mount Olympous that the mortals spoke so highly of as the home of the gods. It had been decades and yet still Turin had not been able to find the answer to his questions. Finally, he learned something knew that he found would benefit his search and answer his second question. He heard rumor of a woman who was said to have great knowledge of beasts and the gods. When he confronted her she told him that his ability to change into only three forms was because of his lack of desire to shift to anything else. Turin listened to her for a while before he began to believe that, with training he could shift to more than just three creatures. However, his question had not quiet been answered and thus he continued his search to the questions that he asked, and thus is what drove him, and kept him going, travelling and questioning, living and fighting for whatever would aid and assist him…
Posting Preview
Wind soared past Turin’s head as he closed his eyes and lifted his beak higher into the sky before looking once more at what was in front of him. Nothing; nothing more than the clear blue sky stood in his path as he turned his wings and soared closer towards the earth. His mind raced as he flew, while his eyes began to scan the ground for any sign of life or food. For some odd reason, every time he flew he would feel an immense hunger and he would desire to eat. This hunger only became stronger whenever he took the form of a bear or a panther because, quiet frankly, they were bigger animals ands required a great deal of nourishment and quiet readily as well.
The eyes of an eagle are keen, and can see the movement of even some of the small creatures upon the forest or grassy plains floor. It was not a question of really would he catch food, it was more of a question of what he desired to eat. Turin, like all animals, while in that form, had his preference of creatures that tasted better than others. There was, of course the jackrabbit, a bit rough to chew, but the thrill of the chase was the real sport. There was also the monkey’s. They had rather succulent meat and a panther could catch and devour such a creature in what seemed like an extremely short period of time. Then of course was his favorite; an opponent that put up a fight, but not a very long one, and they bred with an abundance in the forests and plains…the white tailed deer. As a panther he could run these creatures down with ease, pounce upon their backs and drag them to the ground and break their necks and the reward of such meat was extremely satisfying.
In moments his prey had been spotted. A small flock of white tailed deer stood, alone, in a small clearing on the edge of the forest and the grassy plain that ran up to meet it. Turin flew high overhead, scoping out the six deer that stood below him, looking for the weakest and easiest kill. As they moved he noticed that three attempted to shield another from unfriendly eyes and thus Turin knew that this would be his target. Instantly, he tucked his winds and shot down to the earth like a lighting bolt thrown from Zeus himself as he landed in the trees, quietly and skillfully without moving so much more than a branch for his landing. In a moment, instead of a strong eagle that stood upon the tree lay a strong and fierce black panther that lurked down from the tree and slowly onto the forest floor. The centuries of hunting and training had caused him to be the most efficient and limber animal and effective predator the world had ever seen. Silently, like death that comes upon an unsuspecting victim he moved closer to the prey. His paws graced the floor with no more noise than a small house cat. His head and shoulders tucked down, low and into his sides to become an even small imagine in which to spot…Then, as his prey was but yards away his eyes narrowed in. They found the target in which he was seeking and he waited. It might have seemed like years for another as he waited for the weakest of the creatures to become vulnerable, but it was only moments for a skilled hunter such as Turin. As he waited, the opportunity presented itself as the creature turned its back to the hunter and Turin in a second of swift and simple movement leapt from the ground and caught hold of the creature and wrestled it swiftly to the ground and went for the throat, killing it in moments as the other five deer scattered in many separate directions do to fear and awe. Turin placed his paw over his victim and stepped up, scanning his surroundings, making sure that there would be no challengers to his kill. He waited a moment and sniffed at the air and sensed no more than the newly forming morning dew as the sun had just begun to rise in the East. Satisfied, he bent down and began to enjoy the kill and feed his hunger….
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