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Character Name: Julien Lambert
Species: Weretiger
Location: Venice
Power level (Dominant/Submissive): Omega/submissive
Age, Gender: 21 male
Length of infection: A little over ten months
Description: Julien is by no means an imposing figure. At 5'9" he figures himself to be average of height and -though he's got a fairly handsome face- average of looks. His body is well-defined with enough muscle to be considered fairly fit though he's not prone to showing it off. More often than not he's found wearing somewhat loose-fitting clothing or layers to keep people from staring. He may have a great body but he gets uncomfortable when he feels he's being studied. His skin is pretty fair since he is one to stay inside and read rather than being outdoorsy. His eyes are a nice earth brown, complimented by sandy brown hair that tends to curl however it pleases no matter what he does to tame it.
Personality: Julien is a very friendly person but he has a shyness about him that he just can't seem to shake. Once he's gotten to know someone, sure, he's perfectly fine and chatty for the most part but up until then he's a little awkward. He's very intelligent and very much likes to read and study. He's confident in his academic knowledge and doesn't have problems speaking in front of a classroom despite his shyness but he doesn't like to be stared at unless he happens to be speaking publicly. Everyone has their quirks. He is also cautious by nature, he doesn't go out of his way to get into trouble or do thinks that might be considered dangerous. He's not really a party animal either which he's often teased about but he doesn't really pay it any mind. To each his own.
History: Born and raised in Venice, Julien has thus far led a pretty quiet existence; never having gone anywhere outside of his hometown. His mother was a teacher and his father a pediatrician so he was a pretty smart, healthy kid overall. Not really an interesting life but a happy one.
High school was pretty stressful for him though because although he was content not to be among th popular crowd he was not all that thrilled to be constantly teased for being such a quiet, shy type. Being smart didn't help matters but it wasn't like he was a genius. Just a little above par where some of his classmates were concerend. And he was more than happy to help with any one of them out with a particular assignment if need be, even the pests. Actually helping some of the dunces out with their homework was almost a part-time job for him since he sometimes got paid for his efforts though he never let anyone copy off of him and never just outright wrote the papers for them. Otherwise what would his own papers be about, right?
With this he managed to go through school without ever getting into a serious scuffle and wasn't bullied too horribly because if they messed him up he wasn't going to help them pass now was he?
College was much the same, uneventful and occupied with his own studies as well as helping others with theirs. Other than that he really hadn't much of a care in the world aside from a part-time job at one of the local book nooks. Until one of his "study buddies" coerced him into going out to a rather lively party one night. Lively being the polite word for out of control. Everywhere he looked there were people getting their jollies in some way or another. Smoking, drinking, fornicating, whatever you could think of really, and it made him ever the uncomfortable wallflower. What was he doing here? It wasn't his scene.
Deciding at some point that he really was not having a fun time he decided to walk back to his apartment rather than wait for his so-called friends to get their fill of the "fun" and headed out without a word. Yes, he was that desperate because waiting around for them would mean not getting home until sometime tomorrow if he got home at all with the likelihood that they would be falling-down drunk. Not quite familiar with the area he was in he managed to get himself utterly and completely turned around. It made him nervous. All the more because he couldn't help but feel that he was being followed. Tracked. Stalked.
His pace became more brisk and his fear kicked up a notch and he listened quite carefull for any signs but whomever or whatever was following him it was quiet. Only a telltale rustling here and there told him anything and it really could have been the wind but he just knew in his heart of hearts that it wasn't. He finally broke out into a run across a local park -dark and adandoned for the night- but he didn't get more than a few good sprints in before he was tackled to the ground by the biggest feline he'd ever seen. Big and mangy looking with short, matted fur -it was hard to tell what sort in the dark but he could have sworn it was a tiger- and he knew it for what it was because it was a hell of a lot bigger than any he'd seen in the zoo even if it was gaunt looking.
He didn't know what happened after he managed to stare the awful thing in the face but when he woke he was in the hospital bandaged and stitched and hooked up to various machines. Someone had heard his screams and gone for help The beast had been caught and shot down, Julien's unconscious and bleeding body proof enough that it was deserving of it. These were snippets he picked up from people that came to visit him in the hospital but he was high as a kite on morphine the first few days that he barely remembered who'd said what. he didn't even know whom it was that had brought him to the ER. He remembered the eyes and the voice, that was it. Male. Well not that it was really important.
So he was infected. Big surprise there, he knew just from random medical babble he'd overheard from his father and his work associates that it wasn't very easy to become infected by felines. But he vaguely recalled having a pen put in his hand and having his fingers forced to scribble something out. A signature? What for? The vaccine... they'd taken advantage of his physical state and gotten him to sign the papers for the vaccine. They hadn't even asked him -not that he would have taken it. The vaccine still wasn't foolproof and he wasn't keen on needles. But like it or not he was saddled with this. He supposed he could have filed a suit or something but that really wasn't going to fix the problem now was it? Only make it more public and he really didn't need it any more public than it was.
Soon as he was free to go he left the hospital and went straight home. He was a wreck. What was he going to do about school? About work? Would he be able to go back? He wasn't all that up-to-speed on how that worked but his boss was none too secretive about his loathing for the preternatural community so he had no delusions that he would be allowed to stay. Victim or happily adapted, they were all the same to Tomas.
First thing was first, he supposed. He would have to seek out the local tigers. He needed to get control of this.
As it was, the Chang herself sought him out. One of the attending nurses at the hospital had apparently forged some papers to ensure his release and contacted the Venice Chang to let her know she had a newly infected kitten in her territory. After what little he'd been told, he hadn't been expecting such a warm reception but out of the blue he found himself being sought out, taken in and treated like family. He was helped over the months to learn to control himself as best a newbie can and was not descriminated against because of being infected rather than born. Which apparently was a big "thing" where tigers were concerned. He is still working on coming ou of his shell but at least where the Streak is concerned he feels safe and at ease. They are his family.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
-General lycanthropic strengths/abilities for an omega
-Has enough control not to shift under stress etc
-Booksmart
-Physically fit
-An A student
-Speaks English as fluently as he speaks Italian
-General lycanthropic weaknesses (as well as those for his particular ranking)
-Shift coma
-Shy
-A little on the nerdy side
-Self-conscious
Family/Ties:
-Venice Streak
RP Sample: *Flashes Immunity badge*
Playerbase/Face Claim name: Paul Wesley
Pictures:
Species: Weretiger
Location: Venice
Power level (Dominant/Submissive): Omega/submissive
Age, Gender: 21 male
Length of infection: A little over ten months
Description: Julien is by no means an imposing figure. At 5'9" he figures himself to be average of height and -though he's got a fairly handsome face- average of looks. His body is well-defined with enough muscle to be considered fairly fit though he's not prone to showing it off. More often than not he's found wearing somewhat loose-fitting clothing or layers to keep people from staring. He may have a great body but he gets uncomfortable when he feels he's being studied. His skin is pretty fair since he is one to stay inside and read rather than being outdoorsy. His eyes are a nice earth brown, complimented by sandy brown hair that tends to curl however it pleases no matter what he does to tame it.
Personality: Julien is a very friendly person but he has a shyness about him that he just can't seem to shake. Once he's gotten to know someone, sure, he's perfectly fine and chatty for the most part but up until then he's a little awkward. He's very intelligent and very much likes to read and study. He's confident in his academic knowledge and doesn't have problems speaking in front of a classroom despite his shyness but he doesn't like to be stared at unless he happens to be speaking publicly. Everyone has their quirks. He is also cautious by nature, he doesn't go out of his way to get into trouble or do thinks that might be considered dangerous. He's not really a party animal either which he's often teased about but he doesn't really pay it any mind. To each his own.
History: Born and raised in Venice, Julien has thus far led a pretty quiet existence; never having gone anywhere outside of his hometown. His mother was a teacher and his father a pediatrician so he was a pretty smart, healthy kid overall. Not really an interesting life but a happy one.
High school was pretty stressful for him though because although he was content not to be among th popular crowd he was not all that thrilled to be constantly teased for being such a quiet, shy type. Being smart didn't help matters but it wasn't like he was a genius. Just a little above par where some of his classmates were concerend. And he was more than happy to help with any one of them out with a particular assignment if need be, even the pests. Actually helping some of the dunces out with their homework was almost a part-time job for him since he sometimes got paid for his efforts though he never let anyone copy off of him and never just outright wrote the papers for them. Otherwise what would his own papers be about, right?
With this he managed to go through school without ever getting into a serious scuffle and wasn't bullied too horribly because if they messed him up he wasn't going to help them pass now was he?
College was much the same, uneventful and occupied with his own studies as well as helping others with theirs. Other than that he really hadn't much of a care in the world aside from a part-time job at one of the local book nooks. Until one of his "study buddies" coerced him into going out to a rather lively party one night. Lively being the polite word for out of control. Everywhere he looked there were people getting their jollies in some way or another. Smoking, drinking, fornicating, whatever you could think of really, and it made him ever the uncomfortable wallflower. What was he doing here? It wasn't his scene.
Deciding at some point that he really was not having a fun time he decided to walk back to his apartment rather than wait for his so-called friends to get their fill of the "fun" and headed out without a word. Yes, he was that desperate because waiting around for them would mean not getting home until sometime tomorrow if he got home at all with the likelihood that they would be falling-down drunk. Not quite familiar with the area he was in he managed to get himself utterly and completely turned around. It made him nervous. All the more because he couldn't help but feel that he was being followed. Tracked. Stalked.
His pace became more brisk and his fear kicked up a notch and he listened quite carefull for any signs but whomever or whatever was following him it was quiet. Only a telltale rustling here and there told him anything and it really could have been the wind but he just knew in his heart of hearts that it wasn't. He finally broke out into a run across a local park -dark and adandoned for the night- but he didn't get more than a few good sprints in before he was tackled to the ground by the biggest feline he'd ever seen. Big and mangy looking with short, matted fur -it was hard to tell what sort in the dark but he could have sworn it was a tiger- and he knew it for what it was because it was a hell of a lot bigger than any he'd seen in the zoo even if it was gaunt looking.
He didn't know what happened after he managed to stare the awful thing in the face but when he woke he was in the hospital bandaged and stitched and hooked up to various machines. Someone had heard his screams and gone for help The beast had been caught and shot down, Julien's unconscious and bleeding body proof enough that it was deserving of it. These were snippets he picked up from people that came to visit him in the hospital but he was high as a kite on morphine the first few days that he barely remembered who'd said what. he didn't even know whom it was that had brought him to the ER. He remembered the eyes and the voice, that was it. Male. Well not that it was really important.
So he was infected. Big surprise there, he knew just from random medical babble he'd overheard from his father and his work associates that it wasn't very easy to become infected by felines. But he vaguely recalled having a pen put in his hand and having his fingers forced to scribble something out. A signature? What for? The vaccine... they'd taken advantage of his physical state and gotten him to sign the papers for the vaccine. They hadn't even asked him -not that he would have taken it. The vaccine still wasn't foolproof and he wasn't keen on needles. But like it or not he was saddled with this. He supposed he could have filed a suit or something but that really wasn't going to fix the problem now was it? Only make it more public and he really didn't need it any more public than it was.
Soon as he was free to go he left the hospital and went straight home. He was a wreck. What was he going to do about school? About work? Would he be able to go back? He wasn't all that up-to-speed on how that worked but his boss was none too secretive about his loathing for the preternatural community so he had no delusions that he would be allowed to stay. Victim or happily adapted, they were all the same to Tomas.
First thing was first, he supposed. He would have to seek out the local tigers. He needed to get control of this.
As it was, the Chang herself sought him out. One of the attending nurses at the hospital had apparently forged some papers to ensure his release and contacted the Venice Chang to let her know she had a newly infected kitten in her territory. After what little he'd been told, he hadn't been expecting such a warm reception but out of the blue he found himself being sought out, taken in and treated like family. He was helped over the months to learn to control himself as best a newbie can and was not descriminated against because of being infected rather than born. Which apparently was a big "thing" where tigers were concerned. He is still working on coming ou of his shell but at least where the Streak is concerned he feels safe and at ease. They are his family.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
-General lycanthropic strengths/abilities for an omega
-Has enough control not to shift under stress etc
-Booksmart
-Physically fit
-An A student
-Speaks English as fluently as he speaks Italian
-General lycanthropic weaknesses (as well as those for his particular ranking)
-Shift coma
-Shy
-A little on the nerdy side
-Self-conscious
Family/Ties:
-Venice Streak
RP Sample: *Flashes Immunity badge*
Playerbase/Face Claim name: Paul Wesley
Pictures:
