Post by wetzel on May 19, 2012 23:23:40 GMT
” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore." “ - The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Hayden Craig Wetzel
Hayden. 18. Male. Hetero. Shape shifter. Light Side. Wetzel.
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore." “ - The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Hayden Craig Wetzel
Hayden. 18. Male. Hetero. Shape shifter. Light Side. Wetzel.
Info:
Shift Form: Raven
Play-By: Andy Biersack (Sixx)
Birthday: October 22nd
Family: 1 sister, Mother and a Father.
Names; Alexandra Wetzel [Mom], Josh Wetzel [Dad; Deceased], and Sarah Wetzel [Twin Sister; Deceased].
Apperance:
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'2”
Weight: 135
Clothing Style: Mostly wears tight jeans, with holes in the jeans. A plaid over shirt along with a usual, black shirt underneath. He sometimes wears hats but most of the time he doesn't. He wears a leather jacket most frequently however, and the typical black converse shoes. He tries not to stand out if at all possible. He has snake bites, and a tattoo sleeve on his right arm. It has thorns that spiral around his arm in different directions. On the underside of his right wrist is a rose, it's a symbol of Sarah to him.
Personality:
[li] Meeting people
[/li][li] Getting his way
[/li][li] Cars
[/li][li] Soccer
[/li][li] Humans
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[li] Vampires
[/li][li] Dark Siders
[/li][li] Jerks
[/li][li] Suck ups
[/li][li] Not getting his way
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Description of Personality: He is quiet, but when he speaks he means business. He isn't one to joke around much, not that he can't, he can. But unless he knows you, prepare for silent responses. His eyes, his body language will only talk. He was quiet before he moved, but now that it is upon him, he guesses he has more of a reason to talk? He isn't cruel, he is simply a man of business. He does have feelings, in fact they are overwhelming to him at times.
Flashbacks, voices. They haunt him all the time, he can hear Sarah's laughter, her screams. Are they an echo from the past, or does he actually hear them? He sometimes swears, they are real. So close, yet out of reach. He chases them, but only finds empty endings, dead ends. A brooding loneliness, something years ago he'd have given anything for, now consumed him. He was alone. Alone at last.
Love? Is he capable of such a thing? Yes. However, he fears it. He is very protective of people he cares about, and often gets attached. He has learned to hide it, to try and scare people away. Dare tame the beast? He has so many hidden secrets, his past, his dreams. He doubts anyone is strong enough to handle his personality. Not in an arrogant fashion, in the mentality of the abandoned. Alone.
History: Raised by a southern family who lived in modern day Chapel Hill,North Carolina since before the revolutionary war. He grew up on a plantation (named Purdy Plantation – my family irl owns this plantation) which sold tobacco, cotton, soy beans, and corn before they lost their cash crops through government interference, and anti-smoking sentiments. The local mills left because of NAFTA (North American Free Trade Agreement) is an agreement signed by the governments of Canada, Mexico, and the United States, creating a trilateral trade bloc in North America. The mills were sent over seas after NAFTA took effect.
When he was around the age of 8 his father had him help work on the farm and traffic tobacco sales. His father told him all there was to know about what he was, a shape shifter. He was a Raven shape shifter, much like his father. During his middle school years he became interested in working at a horse farm, at the age of 14 he started as a stable hand. He met a man there, who he somehow felt he knew. A sense of familiarity. As he hit puberty, he began to notice changes. The man who was named “Bill”, short and simple, taught Wetzel how to hide it, how to control it, how to survive with it.
His high school years were rough however, he was constantly deemed a failure by his family and friends for not making good grades and “applying himself”. His father died of a mysterious heart attack when he turned 17, and he had to tend his father's warehouses and plantation by himself, he struggled keeping up in school and had a fight with his mother about dropping out. In the same year, he lost his sister Sarah, to a car accident. She was his twin.
Nearing his graduation date on May 10th a year later, he wanted to hold a party on his family's plantation, the house was pre- antebellum fore it was made one hundred years before, around the time of the Revolutionary War period. He talked with Bill about it, and as Bill tried to convince him it would be a mistake to invite people, Wetzel didn't listen. “You only increase your chances, of being found out.” Bill warned him, as he walked off.
He had 82 guests the next night, the ballroom which was on the main floor was set up with tables, and treats, and even main dishes and deserts. His mother used this as an excuse to show off her family's silver set. Candles lit the place, and his mother paid for a band to play, mostly modern day music for the time, as to not bore the teens. He mingled with the guests enjoying dance games, golf, and even horse riding. The girls were also allowed to participate. As the night came to an end, after managing to get rid of the last drunks, he ventured from the sitting room and bid his Mother good night. He closed up her house, and headed across the plantation to his own home.
As he stepped up onto his porch, he heard a shuffle and turned around, a girl from the party who he couldn't quite make out as he squinted his eyes approached. “Alexis?” he asked surprised. “The party is over, are you lost? You must go home.” She smiled at him “I'm not lost Wetzel.” she said in a peaceful voice. He laughed,”Let's get you home ok?” he reached for his keys but her hand shot out and she was face to face with him. “That won't be necessary, I'm like you.”
To avoid being discovered, he fled to Manuka.
app by kel <3
rp sample
Hayden walked down the long hallway, his mind elsewhere as he hummed a tune. It was a tune his mind had come up with, a rather melancholy but drifty tone. It merged so well to his feelings, he almost didn't want to stop as he caught eyes with the secretary behind the desk. He cleared his throat, his deep voice cutting the silence. ”Schedule, please.” he muttered. It was funny how his voice rang out, so smooth and heavy, and when gone, people almost always asked 'What?'. As if they had not heard them first time, or perhaps they wanted to hear him again. He had never quite decided that answer. The lady however impressed him by slipping a sheet of paper over the wooden top.
Why were desks now, practically covering the faces of secretaries? It was everywhere, doctors offices, schools, and even in banks. It was like a new fad, 'Get the exclusive cover-a-face desk today. Buy now!' He smirked, thinking of a commercial about that. The lady looked at him,”Anything else?” her voice, seemed to mock his obvious dreaminess. He looked at her now, a dangerous look crossing his face. ”No.” he was going to thank her, but snatched the paper up before walking out. People really knew how to screw up moods. He bumped into a man as he exited, his shoulder ramming into his ribs. He didn't even apologize, his anger had set in.
He gave a small wave over his shoulder, his bear arm showing his tattoo sleeve. It was of thorns, that spiraled around from his upper arm to his wrist. In the middle of all the thorns and briers however, was a rose. The rose was located on the under side of his wrist. It was his symbol of Sarah, a small, but noticeable symbol. Everyone always asked him what it meant, and he responded. ”My freedom.” Do not mistake his love for Sarah to be incestuous however. He loved her as a sister, as is other half. She had been the angel child, he the troubled. The Wretched.
Why were desks now, practically covering the faces of secretaries? It was everywhere, doctors offices, schools, and even in banks. It was like a new fad, 'Get the exclusive cover-a-face desk today. Buy now!' He smirked, thinking of a commercial about that. The lady looked at him,”Anything else?” her voice, seemed to mock his obvious dreaminess. He looked at her now, a dangerous look crossing his face. ”No.” he was going to thank her, but snatched the paper up before walking out. People really knew how to screw up moods. He bumped into a man as he exited, his shoulder ramming into his ribs. He didn't even apologize, his anger had set in.
He gave a small wave over his shoulder, his bear arm showing his tattoo sleeve. It was of thorns, that spiraled around from his upper arm to his wrist. In the middle of all the thorns and briers however, was a rose. The rose was located on the under side of his wrist. It was his symbol of Sarah, a small, but noticeable symbol. Everyone always asked him what it meant, and he responded. ”My freedom.” Do not mistake his love for Sarah to be incestuous however. He loved her as a sister, as is other half. She had been the angel child, he the troubled. The Wretched.
