Post by Kaisar "Rex" West on May 29, 2013 4:59:49 GMT
Kaisar "Rex" West
Hey, my name is... Kaisar West
But most call me... Rex
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual... but I'm not looking for a relationship
I've been on this earth for... 265
Which means I was born... August 29, 1748
I'm a... local
And only an... Enforcer
My eyes are... dark brown
And my hair is... curly and black- I prefer cutting regular, since I don't feel like relieving my afro-wearing period again.
One could say... I have the built of a runner, with my long legs and arms; luckily I'm been living for a good number of years, and they're not so awkward as they use to be. More lean than anything, since of course I ain't any overly musclar man. Don't got the time to lift useless weights, to end up being slow as hell and not as graceful as moi. My face shows a bit of my age- a little bit of wrinkles, and of course, I have those laugh lines to show I have a sense of humor. My ears are pierced- the one on the right, because of a dare but jokes on them! I actually thought it looked good, so pierced the other. Tease me about my ears- well... won't end well for you. Beside, chicks dig the ears- I know from experience, trust me. Um... what else?
Oh! If I happen to take off my shirt, you'll notice a faded scar on my stomach- they look similar to burn marks, with the skin being twisted and just... not looking like it should be part of a body. Don't ask about the scar. Its the only thing I'm not willing to share to my family at the compound.
My wolf is... well, you know what a wolfie looks like- sharp teeth and all. My fur is black, just like my hair, and my eyes are brown- only time when its more noticeably brown rather than looking a black-brown. The scar on my stomach translates onto my body, there being no fur patch near my hind legs on my lower belly.
I'm normally seen wearing... my enforcer uniform. That'll be the only times you'll see me outside the compound in
And I supposedly look like... Will Smith
All round, I'm... boastful. That's usually the first impression I give- which is good, because its a sign of I'm proud of being me. Sure, I tend to screw up things, take jokes a little too far and push the wrong buttons 65.5% time (though there's some others that said the percentage is higher). I like technology unlike some old hussies- video games are an invention I'm willing to be thankful humans invented... though, I try to stay clear of computers. I'm not sure why, but everytime I see a computer, it sort of befuddled me but a gaming system is rather simple- pop in what you want and waste your brain cells on shooting virtual enemies.
I think I produce a sort of energy in the group- a family always got annoying brother, don't they? I happily cast myself as that and personally, I play it off to a T. Usually, only my friends on the compound know the fact that indeed I had a family that were losr to the war. I like to keep secretive about it and so far, I think my coping methods weren't the best but I'm smiling, ain't I? That's all that matters. I'm not at all parental, but surprisingly enough, I always like the idea and have a fondness of teaching others, especially people who are younger than me. Maybe part of the reason why I agree to mentor some trainees?
Okay... I'm not academic genius but I have a decent thought process and I do like to do some reading when everyone off being themselves. I can't do math for the life of me but I have a fairly good sense of direction and know my geography pretty well... would it just be easier to say I don't get lost that often?
I'm in love with... Treasure Island (book), Pumpkin pie, being in warm blankets, laughter and teases, poetic writing, home-cooked meals
Though I detest... spiders- especially that vermin of a pet Poochie has, people doing things in the name of revenge, being shot down or insulted (in a non-joking manner), digging in my past without a reason, and death
But my best assets are... speed and my flexibility and prowess to dodge things but I like to add on my amazing sense of humor and charming looks
However my worst... is when I lose- sore loser but hey! Everyone gots one in themselves... and I'm not atrongest werewolf out there
And I dream of... there being no more families that had their love ones taken away before their time and enforce the law of the treaty.
My life story... is none of your business. Why talk about something that past already, and at this point irrelevant- I'll have to keep my head on the present and further down the line. But... fine, I'll tell you a bit. Being born as a supernatural isn't always fun and games- sure, I'm stronger than any puny little human but... doesn't mean its easy. From the moment of my birth, the supernaturals were already in war. It is disappointing when I think about- here I'm proud of the fact we're different from the non-powerful counter parts yet... we succumb to such childish feuds and that leading to all these deaths. Of children and women. Of friends. Of my family.
I was born on a sunny morning- my mama use to describe it as if the world was smiling upon me and my birth- she swore I was destined for great things. I'm not sure if it turn out true or not, but I feel like I have done great things in my life. My family was a pureblood- I was born werewolf, through and through, but our family wasn't as large as my parents hoped. I had an older brother but I never gotten a chance to get to know him as the war taken him from my family. So I can consider myself an only child, in way. The West family was very involve in war- my father and grandfather both fought in the war, and so did my mother, for a short time until my older brother's death. Of course, I was consider a prize child of the West- first one in a long line that had both parents that were werewolf and lived to see my 200s. I was special, like they often said- maybe that was lead to my prideful self you see today?
There wasn't much notable in my childhood or early teenhood. On the eve of my 16th birthday, though, my parents went into an agreement with a Siren family that lived within our territory. They offered their women as childbearers and in return, we offered protection. The war taken a toll on them as well, as their numbers of women were low already- kidnappings from other races, as a way to intimidate us as this was proof they weren't afraid our area. Anyways, this how I met my wife-to-be, and... well, not love at first sight but love takes time, doesn't it? She made me smile I know that, that tricky siren- her name was Carmella and she had the most beautiful brown eyes I ever seen on a person. We married on her 17th birthday, myself being 19 when it came to.
We lived a life, nor happy or horrible. It was war- did happiness exist? We soon had a child, his name was Marcus. He was a child that in my eyes was cutest. But there was bias in that, being his proud father. I was so sure he would of grown up... I was so sure... but like I said. It was war. And happiness wasn't a right for everyone. I was arrogant- me and my family, decided to retaliate and take back some of territory from vampires that were cocky enough to steal to celebrate the birthday of my one year old son. And we did. But coming back to our hidden house- I saw smoke rise from it on the horizon. Everything seemed to slow yet speed up at the same time. By the time I was able to get to the house, the place was already burned down to a crisp. Nothing was left. Except the killers- these witches in robes, and the realization struck. It wasn't the vampires that were the only enemies at this point. There was others. I tried to hurt them but one of the bitches got me with a burning spell before I could jump them, and they ran away. We figure out later and much to our stupidity of ourselves jumping conclusions- all this time it was sorcerers triggering feuds against the West Pack and a clan of vampires, trying to destroy both sides from an unsuspecting source.
And... well, this was a reason why I threw myself into the war- my war. At first, I tried to keep a serious front- it was all business. But I knew this was me, and that my wife wouldn't approve of me being like this. So I loosen up a bit- tried befriending some of the other people in my platoon, like Christos or Poochie, I like to call him. He was a hard-ass, but he was good at what he does and I respected him for that. I think our friendship wouldn't even exist until that one mission when we were separated from the rest of platoon- he was force to interact with me. And I couldn't be happier.
So I spent the years after doing what I do- I decided revenge was too overrated and took up encouraging peace. And now look at me! I'm a badass mofo, working as an enforcer. Only thing that could sweeten this deal if I had my family again. But I'm not complaining- I'm happy now where I am and with my new family.
I was born to... Clair and Hughes West
My family... Carmella and Marcus West (deceases)
And also live with... my badass mofo family, the enforcers (too lazy to list them)
My ooc name is... madhattress[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 1 1/2 years now
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...Look at Ze's App
