Height:
Appearance: Rather Beastly. Despite his attempts at trying to avoid the stereotype that all Weres are savages. With large muscular arms, a broad chest, straining sinew with every movement and plenty of facial hair -it's hard not associating him with being a Were if you know what to look for. But if you don't, Rorgen's just a robust human in two shirts, a pair of trousers/khakis and trekking shoes -give him any reason to be formal and he will be there in suit and tie. His hair, dark brown and abit longer than most, is roughly swept back and tucked just behind his slightly pointed ears. With a short ponytail when it gets too long. He tries to keep his face shaven, but it usually gets very fuzzy by the afternoon anyway so it's usually covered in a layer of bristles.
He stands straight mostly, not too tall but definitely not short either. Just a few inches higher than your average bloke. But when he sits, he tends to hunker over -giving him the appearance of being even larger than he actually is. And when left to his own devices, attentive yellow eyes tend to constantly dart around, looking for the slightest of sounds that seem off.
On missions, his choice of apparel include armored bullet-proof vests, kevlar-weave trousers, knee pads, gun/knife-holsters, and a dark t-shirt hidden under whatever else is required. Otherwise outside of work, Rorgen keeps the appearance of a well-wearing man. Nothing too fashionable, but enough to walk into a bar without inconvenience. His physique is as prime as one can expect, but he looks a little older than he actually is -despite Weres not aging as fast as humans. Around 30ish. Probably because due to the circumstances of his lycanthropy, with a scar running down his left jaw to his neck and into his chest -which if seen, hints that he was infected and originally a human being. He keeps this scar hidden with the slight mane on his face and high collar shirts, -no one else really needs to know that he's a Were afterall.
Alternate Form [if applicable]:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 29
Species: Were
Role: IPAF Operative, Reconaissance and Weapons R&D
Abilities: Enrage - Boiling in him is a vat of contained rage that he has to let out every once in awhile, hormones and chemical signals, usually suppressed, flood his body as it takes a drastic change in physical makeup. His body rapidly stretches and breaks free from it's constraints, expanding into a monstrous animal-like creature of immense strength and of unquellable anger but also of a quickly diminishing wit that would differentiate friend from foe. This puts him in a coma-like state for a few hours afterwards and he dislikes becoming it due to it's unpredictability.
Rapid Healing - Due to their shapeshifting abilities, Weres tend to have more adaptable morphologies. Rorgen adapts to changes such as wounds quickly and his body direct the cells around the affected area to go through accelerated mitosis, concentrating it's efforts into closing the wound and dissolving any foreign matter that might still be lodged in it. Though this takes glucose and ATP generating substances from the bloodstream, leaving a drain on stamina.
Skills: Experimenter -Rorgen is no stranger to human sciences and in his part of his time pondering how to more effectively dispatch vampires ...that have gone rogue, he may occasionally bring and use prototype contraptions to the field. These include fey deterents.
Preferred Weapons: Knives, Rorgen is able to throw them - not with exceptional accuracy but the breakneck speed and force behind each throw more than makes up for it. He is quick and brutal in melee combat, as these short bladed weapons allow him to exert his full strength to throw off the opponent then rip into them. Being right handed, he uses his left hand for taking potshots with pistols or lobbing gadgets filled with iron/wood shavings.
Human Personality: Rorgen comes off as rather light-hearted in conversation for most part. And it's only because he is confident that his mind won't change no matter what people say, therefore brushing off trivial differences in opinions rather easily. He sometimes shows his wit in arguments and tends to overthink things a little. Not a bad thing, when you're coming up with a plan. But at least, even if that fails, he still has an unbreakable will that pushes him onwards.
However he is Proud. To say the least. Expectations and demands have no influence over him, only reason. He's not incredibly stuck up or thinks he is better than everyone else, but he hates to loose, especially when he puts his mind to something. Once a reasonable challenge is extended, he often feels compelled to accept it and once he does, he has to win. If he doesn't, he will make sure he does the second time. A third, or maybe even a fourth. Even if it means training in something he doesn't like. Though to this extent he may also hold a grudge.
Despite this, he takes criticizm well. But only at the end of the match. If you uneccesarily taunt him during it, however, he will first meet it with sacarsm. Then later he might act on the impulse to pick up and fling the whole table at you!
Rorgen is also a person who is more likely to follow his conscience, that is to say, the 'Who' of someone is more important than the 'What'. This applies even to vampires, to whom most he has a personal bias against, but it just takes longer. It is a result of his upbringing, having suffered much biasness when he was younger and haven't met many people who can see past his lycanthropy since then. As such, he has also become objective to many matters in what's right and what's wrong.
Quirks: He never seems to finish his drinks and always leaves a shallow pool of liquid at the bottom of each glass, either someone reminds him of it or the number of cups surrounding him will continue to grow. Much to the exasperation of co-workers.
Likes:
Meat, who doesn't?
Cold Weather, Low temperature helps keep him from overheating, due to his aggresive metabolism. Otherwise Rorgen tends to get irritable in hot weather.
Classical Music, "Sure, I'll go with you and listen to some kid moan LOUDLY about Love, Death or Angst in chorty rythm. Just let me go grab my rope and noose and I'll be back in abit."
Liquor, Liquid Sunshine!
Sunrise, Actual Sunshine.
Knives, They are more fun when cuts heal in seconds and dropping it on your feet doesn't necessarily earn you a free trip to the hospital anymore.
Silver, Though he can only wear enameled pieces. It remains the metal that saved many of the townsfolk of New Hampshire during the human-were wars.
Antiques, Remnants of a past-time when things that mattered more, mattered more.
Humans, Rorgen still considers himself human. It is not suprising that he has learnt what it means to be human since then. People, on the other hand, are a whole other matter.
Dislikes:
Vegetables, He still wonders why he ever ate them.
Vampires, Not many things in the world can make Rorgen say F*** four times in a row and loose his cool. Even the other IPAF member is merely tolerated. His hatred for vampires stems from his like of humans. -"That kind of f***ing perverted f***er sees thinks people as f***ing food? Yeah, f*** that!" Woe to any undead that breaks the law, for he habours a plethora of lethal self-manufactured weapons that is in dire need of test subjects.
Crowds and Loud Sounds, Most Weres live in packs. Some however, find it uncomfortable being too close to other people.
Robots, A.I.s are creepy to him. Needless to say, mandatory visits to certain parts of the IPAF is less than exciting for the lycanthrope.
Things without character, Usually things that are mass produced. He considers vampires this. Every f***ing bloodsucker he has met is either a lestat-wannabe, a emo-kid or an emotional wreck. Straight out from some crappy teen romance novel.
And of course, many Fey. Mostly because of the whole killing without batting an eye thing. Thus, it's only natural that he reciprocates by doing the exact same thing.
Biography:
Winter, 12 November 2001. St. Elizabeth Hospital. Emergency room.
All he could see were flaring lights that lit up a crimson background, shadows of people flitted across his eyelids as they hastily dug hand after hand, tool after tool, into his body. It didn't hurt, suprisingly, he was still fully concious.
He remembered holding a rifle. ...In the woods. That's right ...they were hunting ...Things. The world has gone mad since then. They came so suddenly, no one was prepared. Who was there to fight when the night came and the lycanthropes descended on the unwary?
When the Weres decided to show themselves all at once, some used it as a reason for war against the humans. No one really knew what they wanted, and to be honest -no one really cared. All they knew was people were dying and these things were the cause of it.
New Hampshire was one of the first few towns that got hit, officials covered it up with natural disasters and all sorts of
The humans of New Hampshire were left to their own devices but it wasn't long before a Resistance quickly formed from the survivors. Rogen was a student back then when he first shot a gun, the odds were still in their favour as the humans outnumbered the monsters. They held their own for awhile,
...Till the survivors got overconfident.
In the weeks that passed, unease grew within the members of the Resistance that came to be known as the Silver Hand.* Many still trusted the government had a greater plan for them and waiting for that time to come was the safest bet, but there were some who could not stand seeing more die needlessly. This splinter group, tired of defending thier homes and waiting for an attack to happen, seeked to fight the antagonizers on their own terms. End it once and for all. Rogen Avulsten, amongst others, was one of them who supported the cause and rallied a small group to strike at the heart of the encampment. He was still a student and had only fired a gun for the first time in his life not long ago.
It was a still and quiet night, the moon hung high in the sky, silent spectator to the bloodshed that was to unfold. They were to strike during the day of the full moon, many lycanthropes liked to transform during this time but the Silver Hand learnt that it took alot of energy out of them and they had to rest before and after such vigorous activities. It was during this time that the splinter group would strike, take them out in their sleep. They had already tracked and learnt the whereabouts of their encampment, judging from the direction and methodology of attacks over the past few weeks.
But something went horribly wrong, he could not recall further details but as soon as they stepped into the woods -he blacked out. When he awoke, barely concious, he found himself almost unable to breathe as a gap was torn along his neck into his torso. Blood spilled from his wounds fast when he stood up and began moving, they were betrayed. He knew no other possibility to this. Rogen grabbed his hunting rifle which had it's strap clawed loose during the attack, barely hanging on to it he knew that if the Weres didn't get him then blood loss certainly would. As he trudged over foliage and bodies, he found himself not having the heart to look at their faces. He knew that if he were to saw any of his comrades, he might loose the will to leave here alive. Yet, as the journey seemed to have no end. A madness quickly took over him, vengeance ...guilt ...everything blended into a cacophony that drowned out his mind. He began shooting anything and EVERYTHING that moved. No longer having use for his vocal cords or ears, he couldn't register the screams and howls, or the roar that followed him around with every pull of the trigger. It was only till he saw the flourescent glow of street lights that he regained any semblance of sanity but by then his body had already given up, his brain shut-down and he collapsed into a heap of himself.
Summer, 15 March 2003
When he woke, with Intravaneous drips still clinging to his limbs, the world had changed. Lycanthropes and Vampires were accepted as citizens and had gained mostly the same rights as Humans. The irony, was the monument erected in the middle of the state -in memory of those who died in the conflict. Yet New Hampshire was rebuilt as a developing Research and rehabilitation centre for Semi-humans.
He had become a werewolf through surviving the infection. His family members still lived but they had abandoned him half a year ago when they found out that he had contracted lycanthropy. His name was written off the inheritance. His former home was destroyed in the crossfire. There was no college that would loan him. His name was no longer Avulsten.
So he changed his name to Rorgen Avulstein, paying slight heed to his past but otherwise leaving it behind. Scarred by the events that led up to this, still blissfully unknown to most of the world. Rorgen had been given new purpose. Since then, he has found himself in every large scale supernatural conflict and every organization meant to counter it.
When the fey invaded the human world, he naturally sided his efforts with them and became an IPAF Operative.
*The Silver Hand was a name adopted by the Resistance in honor of a young woman, Sylva Hendewig, who risked her life to test the myth of silver on the lycanthropes using her late husband's wedding ring. Some claim it was inspired by a video game, but those people are quickly looked down upon and criticized. Deeming it as a form of disrespect to her, and the courage of her husband who died for the discovery. Who till this day, remains mourned but nameless by her request.
Other:
Rorgen Avulstein was called Rogen Avulsten prior to changing his name, after becoming a lycanthrope. Due to his condition as an infected were, laws surrounding his situation are still under scrutiny.
