Post by kierrannovak on Dec 17, 2011 22:41:33 GMT -6
KIERRAN K A S E Y NOVAK
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A warning to the people
The good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civillian
The martyr, the victim
This is war
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]: Little Dark One, Vigilant in War
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: Appears around 35, real age unknown
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Ethnicity[/color]: Irish and Dutch
Species[/color]: Alpha Werewolf
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Light brown, it is cropped short and is sometimes styled in the front.
Height & Weight[/color]: 5’10, so he’s a little on the shorter side for guys, and weigh around 168 pounds.
Body Type[/color]: Stocky, but only a little bit. He has plenty of muscle though, mostly in his arms.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Three tattoos: Right arm, Left arm, and Right side ribcage
Face Claim[/color]: Jeremy Renner
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Humans, God, Being Challenged For Dominance, Hunters, Silver, Disobedient Followers, lesser beings of the supernatural (by his standards), Angels, Overdone Meat,
Strength[/color]: Wolf form, Super strength, Enhanced sight and smell, Expert Strategist, Telepathic connection with all werewolves via hearing, Army & Agent training
Weaknesses[/color]: Silver (human form: one shot, wolf form: three shots without kill shot), Blind Rage, Easy to anger, Insults about Eve, Mistrusts, His offspring to a degree, sometimes leaves openings in attacks, his sheer size in wolf form
Fears[/color]: Death of his kind, Purgatory, Betrayal, Being killed before starting war
Secrets[/color]: Brewing a war, he's slowly been picking off hunters (they don't realize it's a werewolf yet though)
Habits/Quirks[/color]: When angered or annoyed, his eyes shift into wolf eyes, meditates or counts things right before a plan or a hunt.
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Kierran has an ugly personality to be reckoned with. He’s aggressive with other people, and downright dangerous with hunters. He’s quick to anger, and if somebody angers him, he lets them know usually in their death. However, Kierran is still patient with others to a degree though. Despite his anger though, behind that is a rather superb strategist. Whenever he’s not annoyed, Kierran can prove to be a calm and calculated killer, especially with the hunts. He learned how to shoot and uses fire arms on occasion, but for most of the time, he’s very much a physical and rough killer, both in human and wolf form. Inside of him, like any other being, he wishes for more power and also revenge, the death of his offspring so frequently is putting him hell-bent on making both humans and hunters pay for it with their lives.
Kierran has light brown hair, perhaps with a tough of blond in it, that is cropped short. Some times, it is styled in the front, but most of the time, it's either brushed back or it just lays flat on his forehead. His most distinguishable physical feature are his eyes, which are very animal like for human standards, and often flicker back and forth between standard and his 'true' form eyes. The only distinguishable feature about him is his array of tattoos. His built is rather stocky, a dangerous fit for somebody who might kill you. Generally, Kierran wears typical jeans and t-shirts along with a beaten up bomber jacket or track jacket with timberland. Nothing fancy for him unless the occasion calls for it, which is never the case. He also has army tags that he wears at all time.
Being the first werewolf (and only pure breed by his standards), Kierran's form is that of a large black wolf. His spawn being considered 'half breeds' because they do not shift fully into wolves. However all weaknesses and strengths that normal werewolves have still apply to him, he can go down just as easily as any other, but he just has a bigger bite and control of his reasoning when he's not pissed off.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
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Current Residence[/color]: Seattle, Washington
Mothers Name[/color]: Eve
Fathers Name[/color]: None
Siblings[/color]: Considers other alphas his siblings
Pets[/color]: None
Overall History[/color]: Kierran was born to two humans in Seattle, Washington. Little is known about his human parents or even when he was born. He always proved to be a stubborn and aggressive human with a high IQ, which may have lead him to get sought out and chosen eventually by Eve to head her line of werewolves. When she came into him in his early twenties, he gladly accepted his offer (even though there was hardly a choice) and become the first werewolf. The surge of power was enough for him and he soon went to creating his offspring for some time, and allowing them to run wild. There were only a few that Kierran bothered to give knowledge to them about as to what they had become. They were specially chosen by him to be included into his pack.
It was not but for ten years did he have his first run in with a hunter. He witnessed this hunter kill one of his offspring and pack mate. Lead into rage, Kierran quickly changed and startled the hunter, ending his life. Just before the hunter died, he asked him what he was and Kierran simply told him the alpha. Outraged by his kind getting hunted down, he took it out on some of his own pack members for them not being strong enough to control their actions while in the phase and demanded for them to tell him more about hunters and their knowledge of his breed. While they fell short of answer, Kierran soon turned to knowledge from his siblings: the other alphas, who warned him of hunters and how they hunt all of their kind down relentless until the breed is dead, however, hunters are oblivious to one thing: they themselves, the originals.
Feeling threaten, somewhere along the lines of his history, Kierran enlisted in the army to learn to fight against hunters, a better place to hone his aggression and learn patience. Not only this, but it was also a place to develop his firearms skills and strategies. Upon completing his training, he was soon sent overseas where he engaged OPS, but also continued to spread his lineage so to create werewolves that roamed internationally too. After his four years was up, Kierran turned his attention towards another profession: Agent training and applied for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, where he passed both his tests and background investigation into the Academy to learn more firearms skills, tracking, solving, and disarming. Two days before his graduation, Kierran assaulted two cadets and got expelled which was fine with him, since he didn't want the job.
With all of his training, he became what he believes the ultimate weapon for a werewolf and a deadly run in for a hunter. Deadly in both human and wolf form. For an Alpha tough, Kierran tended to lay low when he could or his rage would allow it. From Seattle, he watched how the war for the humans began to grow with Azael's beginnings with his army of children and a family name growing strong in the wind: Winchester. Yet he did not pay them any heed, nor did he the war and the Apocalypse for he found no side to choose, hating both Heaven and Hell's soldiers. He was still bemused by everything though, for war was always a thing that Kierran had been curious in, and so, he decided to lay in wait patiently until the Apocalyspe came and attack the weak. But that day never came, and so, he continued on lazily with his life, occasionally hunting down a hunter or two.
With the end of the Apocalypse though, Kierran saw his offspring were slowly starting to die again, being killed off quickly as a sign to protect the innocent and that they were no more than dogs. This angered Kierran and he found himself growing restless and tired of dealing with hunters and their kills of his offspring. In a fit of rage, he soon began traveling, biting as many people as he could to create chaos as well an army. During his travels, he heard that Azael has risen once again, and along with him, two daughters of his: half breeds, and once again, they are starting to awaken an army. But Kierran is tired of demons and their wars for power, it is time for the beast to take a rise over the humans, demons and angels. The supernatural deserve to live without fear of being killed any more.
So Kierran travels on through the US territories now, swiftly killing hunters as a message as well as creating an army for this is war.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
There was a snap of a twig, and his eyes fluttered open. Glancing over, Kierran leered into the trees before getting up now and moving away from his spot, going deeper into the woods, but also to round around his prey as well. It was always to funny when they thought he was the prey, but the reality of it all, it was the hunters that were going to be the ones who end up dead. Hunters, God's little soldiers he supposed, but half of the time, Kierran was sure that the heavenly lord abandoned hope in his children who walked on earth. Either way, these hunters were proving to be just the thorn in his side to piss him off a little. After all, they were keeping him from more important things.
The moon held high above the trees, moonlight scattering the ground in patches as he moved stealthy through the darkness and the scent of his prey starting to grow stronger. And soon, he could hear their voices. Quick and quiet mutters as they moved through the woods, "We shouldn't be here, we should have tracked it in the city, not out here in it's element," one the one said. A snort coming from his companion now, "They're nothing more than dumb dogs, one shot of silver and they go straight down." Kierran glared at the back of their heads as he trailed along behind them, keeping a safe distance until now, 'Stupid hunters,' he thought to himself before he stopped dead in his tracks.
Glancing up at the moon one more time, Kierran allowed the shift to begin from man to wolf. His bones crunching and reforming, his skin feeling like it was on fire. Phasing was always the worst part, while it did not hurt any more, it proved to be a bothersome dull pain. But the power and instinct that came with it was enough to make it all worth while. The large wolf stood there for a moment, flicking it's tail once before he took forward and lunged straight for the hunters.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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