Post by lourickbaker on Jun 6, 2009 20:45:59 GMT -5
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Name: Lourick James Baker
Alias: None apparently. He cares about as much for nicknames as the Dead Sea cares about life.
Sex: Male. Very male.
Sexuality: As far as he and everyone else knows, straight.
Race: Werewolf.
Powers/Abilities: Standard werewolf abilities plus telepathy between himself and other werewolves (totally failed as a werewolf dating and telephone service). Seems to not age - but he can juggle. And balance his cane on his nose. Simultaneously.
Age: Physically twenty-seven. Chronologically two-hundred and eighty five.
Height: Five-foot-eleven; completely loathes that last inch he never got.
Weight: One-hundred and fifty-two pounds.
Occupation: Grocer - hungry much?
Weapon(s): Teeth, claws, a couple of fists, some fightin' words, and the sword concealed in his cane.
Accessories: A wallet, reading glasses, and a cane with a wolf's head carved for the handle. He keeps everything readily accessible.
Appearance: Not all that skinny but still on a wiry frame, Lourick has a lean amount of muscle coating his bones to at least make him look like a man, albeit a slightly feminine one. His skin tone is Caucasian, indicating that he hasn't spent a great deal of time in direct sunlight but hasn't tried to avoid it, either. Nonetheless, his features tend to look a bit paler because of his pitch black hair, between two and four inches and combed back into place - a very typical style for a businessman or a professional of some sort (he's an advocate of trying to look one's best).
He has a smoothly formed face, oval, and has well-shaped cheekbones that add to this slight femininity, his brows a good medium between thick and thin, smooth and slightly arched. His grey eyes, his most prominent feature, are on the narrow side of oval. Narrow and a little long, his nose has often been described as that of a woman (it's been years since he's cared, though). He's also got slightly thin lips, which are bit darker and more rose-colored than the rest of him, beset above his narrow and small chin, which tapers back into a not-so-prominent (and, once again, feminine) jawline.
In the line of blemishes and scars, Lourick possesses a single burn mark on his left foot, resulting from an accident involving a very hot pan of grease and cooking breakfast in the nude, and has a set of canine teeth marks on his upper left thigh, but this is usually covered by his clothing.
Covering the most obvious of his imperfections (the teethmarks and the burn) are Lourick's clothes, the whole of his wardrobe quite modest and nowhere near extravagant in make or price. He's usually one to wear long-sleeved or short-sleeved shirts, mostly in the grey, light and pastel blues, or white areas. Not a man of much clothing variety otherwise, he often wears different colors of jeans to keep himself from being completely boring but tends toward normal styles, as opposed to ripped or faded. No matter where he goes, though, he always wears practical socks and shoes (he'd demand an excuse if somebody stared at his feet while talking to him). On his right wrist, he wears a digital watch of the simplistic variety (but it does keep track of the date). One of his only conditional pieces of clothing is the grass-green, knee-length apron that he is only seen wearing during work.
Personality: Very kind. He tends to like striking conversation and assisting people how he can during, before, and after work hours. He's quite easy-going when it comes to some difficulties, but others can be just as hard for him to handle. Nonetheless, though, he keeps a strong exterior most of the time, pretends that the darkest parts of his life either don't bother him or don't exist. After all, he believes, there is no sense in trying to depress the world due to personal tragedy. Therefore, he spends most of his time trying to make everyone happy.
Due to his race, he tends to not talk about his family aside from having two young sons and a dearly departed wife, seeing as they were all in that boat. Providing that somebody happened to find him out and persistently (and over-repeatedly) approach him with the subject, he would likely withdraw from the conversation and attempt to leave immediately. He cannot handle conversation about his married life, either, as he has never truly come out of the shock of seeing his wife killed. Because he often gets depressed when remembering that he is very much alone now, he avoid events dealing with couples and courtship, no matter how people try to "set him up" with other eligible women (and men on a couple of occasions).
Despite how kindly he treats most people, it is a positively deadly decision to make him angry or try to frighten him. Consequences are far past dire in those situations, and the best thing to do would perchance be to apologize or scream and run away. He tends to become very violent if he or his boys are threatened, and most end results were never good ones. If a warning doesn't work, the fight comes next.
Unprovoked, Lourick is a good man who is almost never seen without his children, unless he's on shift.
Appealing Characteristics: He's kind to mostly every one, attempts to always be helpful, can be very sympathetic in times of hardship, has a good (and occasionally dirty) sense of humor, and, hey, he can juggle stuff.
Appalling Characteristics: His temper, his extreme sensitivity toward the subject of his wife and bitter refusal to go into much detail, the neat-freakiness that could put Bob Sagat to shame (that can be truly apalling), his inability to make proper excuses on the spot, and drooling in his sleep.
Likes: His children, peaceful evenings on the avenue where he can sit and watch his children play before work, windy nights and afternoons to fly his kite collection, violin quartets, most meat dishes, taking long walks in the twilight, and SoBe green tea.
Dislikes: Waking up to find that he chewed through his latest set of shoes (and occasionally his own children's) in his sleep, loud and obnoxious music and lyrics, promiscuous people, "Pimp My Ride", "Gay Bar" by Electric Six, and beans.
Fears: Losing his sons, losing his job, being unable to provide for his family, becoming a bad father, being found by the pack that he escaped from, and accidentally eating someone.
Strengths: His ability to lift heavy objects, a strong family leadership ability, being able to stack round fruits into pyramids, his general werewolf traits, and the ability to pee his name in the snow (not so much a strength as something he is secretly proud of, but, hey, wouldn't you be proud of that?).
Weaknesses: His boys, the full moon, a very lame left leg, forgetting to balance his checkbook and having to do so at the last minute, and nostalgic memories of Marley Baker.
History: Lourick lived in a relatively populated city in England, having been born there as well and growing up in a lower-middle class family with nine older sisters, his parents, and three of his grandparents. It had been a decent, happy existence, despite the rampant running of smallpox through their community. It took the life of his oldest sister, Suzanna, who was twenty-four and a midwife. The second youngest daughter, Eliza, went two years later, followed by middle-child Martha, and finally Lori, Lourick's older twin, seven years later.
By the time he was around twenty-five, no more of Lourick's family had died of disease, and just when things had settled down, the ground was swept out from beneath him once again. In the wake of a hungry pack of werewolves, his entire family was slaughtered, Lourick being the only survivor. His left thigh had been ripped clean of a considerable amount of muscle by the time the skirmish was over; however, his life had been spared. Deemed too lame to be a threat to the pack, the whole of the attacking group opted to induct him into their pack instead of leaving him as a weak straggler. Despite the unnatural healing rate now that he had been infected with the lycanthropy, though, Lourick's leg never truly recovered, barely healing over and resulting in a permanent, heavy limp.
Desperate to get away from his attackers, he managed to crawl from their grounds and far from civilization, where he did his best to rehabilitate himself to the point of being able to walk semi-normally with the support of a sturdy cane. Afraid that the werewolves would eventually find him, though, he remained on the move for many years, learning to time his changes and reintigrate himself into society.
His merge into the city was a success, and with the occasional relocation, he was able to adopt a normal lifestyle, make a decent living, and even have a family, Lourick marrying his wife, Marley, a few years after moving to London. A few years later, Lourick and Marley welcomed their first son, Ambrose, into their family, followed by their second son, Cory, one year later, but what Lourick hadn't realized was about to hurt him.
The pack found him again, after nearly two centuries, and in retaliation, they killed Marley and badly injured both of his children. By some miracle, and their own lycanthropy, though, they survived. Lourick, enraged, began a bloody battle with the alpha, during which he pinned him down and prepared to rip out his throat. Wishing to survive, the alpha barely managed to bargain with Lourick: if he would be granted his life, the family would never hear from these wolves again. Desperate to go and help his children, Lourick agreed, and being a wolf of his word, they were never seen or heard of again. Lourick decided it best to move after the funeral, deciding on a city quite far away. There, he wished to raise his sons in peace and semi-normality.
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Name: Lourick James Baker
Alias: None apparently. He cares about as much for nicknames as the Dead Sea cares about life.
Sex: Male. Very male.
Sexuality: As far as he and everyone else knows, straight.
Race: Werewolf.
Powers/Abilities: Standard werewolf abilities plus telepathy between himself and other werewolves (totally failed as a werewolf dating and telephone service). Seems to not age - but he can juggle. And balance his cane on his nose. Simultaneously.
Age: Physically twenty-seven. Chronologically two-hundred and eighty five.
Height: Five-foot-eleven; completely loathes that last inch he never got.
Weight: One-hundred and fifty-two pounds.
Occupation: Grocer - hungry much?
Weapon(s): Teeth, claws, a couple of fists, some fightin' words, and the sword concealed in his cane.
Accessories: A wallet, reading glasses, and a cane with a wolf's head carved for the handle. He keeps everything readily accessible.
Appearance: Not all that skinny but still on a wiry frame, Lourick has a lean amount of muscle coating his bones to at least make him look like a man, albeit a slightly feminine one. His skin tone is Caucasian, indicating that he hasn't spent a great deal of time in direct sunlight but hasn't tried to avoid it, either. Nonetheless, his features tend to look a bit paler because of his pitch black hair, between two and four inches and combed back into place - a very typical style for a businessman or a professional of some sort (he's an advocate of trying to look one's best).
He has a smoothly formed face, oval, and has well-shaped cheekbones that add to this slight femininity, his brows a good medium between thick and thin, smooth and slightly arched. His grey eyes, his most prominent feature, are on the narrow side of oval. Narrow and a little long, his nose has often been described as that of a woman (it's been years since he's cared, though). He's also got slightly thin lips, which are bit darker and more rose-colored than the rest of him, beset above his narrow and small chin, which tapers back into a not-so-prominent (and, once again, feminine) jawline.
In the line of blemishes and scars, Lourick possesses a single burn mark on his left foot, resulting from an accident involving a very hot pan of grease and cooking breakfast in the nude, and has a set of canine teeth marks on his upper left thigh, but this is usually covered by his clothing.
Covering the most obvious of his imperfections (the teethmarks and the burn) are Lourick's clothes, the whole of his wardrobe quite modest and nowhere near extravagant in make or price. He's usually one to wear long-sleeved or short-sleeved shirts, mostly in the grey, light and pastel blues, or white areas. Not a man of much clothing variety otherwise, he often wears different colors of jeans to keep himself from being completely boring but tends toward normal styles, as opposed to ripped or faded. No matter where he goes, though, he always wears practical socks and shoes (he'd demand an excuse if somebody stared at his feet while talking to him). On his right wrist, he wears a digital watch of the simplistic variety (but it does keep track of the date). One of his only conditional pieces of clothing is the grass-green, knee-length apron that he is only seen wearing during work.
Personality: Very kind. He tends to like striking conversation and assisting people how he can during, before, and after work hours. He's quite easy-going when it comes to some difficulties, but others can be just as hard for him to handle. Nonetheless, though, he keeps a strong exterior most of the time, pretends that the darkest parts of his life either don't bother him or don't exist. After all, he believes, there is no sense in trying to depress the world due to personal tragedy. Therefore, he spends most of his time trying to make everyone happy.
Due to his race, he tends to not talk about his family aside from having two young sons and a dearly departed wife, seeing as they were all in that boat. Providing that somebody happened to find him out and persistently (and over-repeatedly) approach him with the subject, he would likely withdraw from the conversation and attempt to leave immediately. He cannot handle conversation about his married life, either, as he has never truly come out of the shock of seeing his wife killed. Because he often gets depressed when remembering that he is very much alone now, he avoid events dealing with couples and courtship, no matter how people try to "set him up" with other eligible women (and men on a couple of occasions).
Despite how kindly he treats most people, it is a positively deadly decision to make him angry or try to frighten him. Consequences are far past dire in those situations, and the best thing to do would perchance be to apologize or scream and run away. He tends to become very violent if he or his boys are threatened, and most end results were never good ones. If a warning doesn't work, the fight comes next.
Unprovoked, Lourick is a good man who is almost never seen without his children, unless he's on shift.
Appealing Characteristics: He's kind to mostly every one, attempts to always be helpful, can be very sympathetic in times of hardship, has a good (and occasionally dirty) sense of humor, and, hey, he can juggle stuff.
Appalling Characteristics: His temper, his extreme sensitivity toward the subject of his wife and bitter refusal to go into much detail, the neat-freakiness that could put Bob Sagat to shame (that can be truly apalling), his inability to make proper excuses on the spot, and drooling in his sleep.
Likes: His children, peaceful evenings on the avenue where he can sit and watch his children play before work, windy nights and afternoons to fly his kite collection, violin quartets, most meat dishes, taking long walks in the twilight, and SoBe green tea.
Dislikes: Waking up to find that he chewed through his latest set of shoes (and occasionally his own children's) in his sleep, loud and obnoxious music and lyrics, promiscuous people, "Pimp My Ride", "Gay Bar" by Electric Six, and beans.
Fears: Losing his sons, losing his job, being unable to provide for his family, becoming a bad father, being found by the pack that he escaped from, and accidentally eating someone.
Strengths: His ability to lift heavy objects, a strong family leadership ability, being able to stack round fruits into pyramids, his general werewolf traits, and the ability to pee his name in the snow (not so much a strength as something he is secretly proud of, but, hey, wouldn't you be proud of that?).
Weaknesses: His boys, the full moon, a very lame left leg, forgetting to balance his checkbook and having to do so at the last minute, and nostalgic memories of Marley Baker.
History: Lourick lived in a relatively populated city in England, having been born there as well and growing up in a lower-middle class family with nine older sisters, his parents, and three of his grandparents. It had been a decent, happy existence, despite the rampant running of smallpox through their community. It took the life of his oldest sister, Suzanna, who was twenty-four and a midwife. The second youngest daughter, Eliza, went two years later, followed by middle-child Martha, and finally Lori, Lourick's older twin, seven years later.
By the time he was around twenty-five, no more of Lourick's family had died of disease, and just when things had settled down, the ground was swept out from beneath him once again. In the wake of a hungry pack of werewolves, his entire family was slaughtered, Lourick being the only survivor. His left thigh had been ripped clean of a considerable amount of muscle by the time the skirmish was over; however, his life had been spared. Deemed too lame to be a threat to the pack, the whole of the attacking group opted to induct him into their pack instead of leaving him as a weak straggler. Despite the unnatural healing rate now that he had been infected with the lycanthropy, though, Lourick's leg never truly recovered, barely healing over and resulting in a permanent, heavy limp.
Desperate to get away from his attackers, he managed to crawl from their grounds and far from civilization, where he did his best to rehabilitate himself to the point of being able to walk semi-normally with the support of a sturdy cane. Afraid that the werewolves would eventually find him, though, he remained on the move for many years, learning to time his changes and reintigrate himself into society.
His merge into the city was a success, and with the occasional relocation, he was able to adopt a normal lifestyle, make a decent living, and even have a family, Lourick marrying his wife, Marley, a few years after moving to London. A few years later, Lourick and Marley welcomed their first son, Ambrose, into their family, followed by their second son, Cory, one year later, but what Lourick hadn't realized was about to hurt him.
The pack found him again, after nearly two centuries, and in retaliation, they killed Marley and badly injured both of his children. By some miracle, and their own lycanthropy, though, they survived. Lourick, enraged, began a bloody battle with the alpha, during which he pinned him down and prepared to rip out his throat. Wishing to survive, the alpha barely managed to bargain with Lourick: if he would be granted his life, the family would never hear from these wolves again. Desperate to go and help his children, Lourick agreed, and being a wolf of his word, they were never seen or heard of again. Lourick decided it best to move after the funeral, deciding on a city quite far away. There, he wished to raise his sons in peace and semi-normality.
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