Jamie
Age: 18
Description:
Jamie towers over his packmates at a height of about six feet. From having lived in the wild his body is made up of lean muscle helping him more with speed and agility rather than bulky strength. Regardless, Jamie's still able to hold off his own fairly well and has the scars from earlier skirmishes with the other wolves to prove it. His chest is decorated by a myriad of scattered scars of past dominance fights. More notably there's a visible scar on the corner of his neck and shoulder where we had been bit by another wolf during a fight. From having spent his entire life in the wild, his skin is tanned nicely all around. His hair is a lighter, tawny brown however it's often unkept with twigs sticking out of it in odd places. Despite that, his face is incredibly smooth and oval-shaped with small lips. The only off-setting thing are his eyes-- almond-shaped and a amber/orange color-- whatever it is about his eyes, they don't look human.
Oddly enough, in wolf form, his fur is a far darker color mixed in with dark brown and black. Jamie's striking feature becomes his size. The wolf stands as one of the largest among the devil sons. While he's nowhere near the stockiest or the strongest, persay, his large appearance definitely does its job in intimidating. While he doesn't meet people with snarls and pearly white teeth, he's on the constant watch-- the long, calculating stare before the kill.
Personality:
Wild and untamed, Jamie says whatever is on his mind and makes sure to shove his opinions over everyone else's. A young and testosterone-driven male (and sometimes hot-headed), he's often trying to assert dominance over the other males and challenge anyone who stands in his way (I'm looking at you, Dex). Sometimes he's successful and sometimes he's failed, and has the endless amount of scars to prove that. Despite his primal urgencies (and relentless pissing contests with the rest of the males), Jamie's naturally a curious person. He's especially curious to the new boys collected over the years. One thing that strikes him peculiar is when the boys show their humanity. Aside from the children, it's the closest glimpse he's ever had of it. If prompted to, he'll imitate the other boys and brush his hair or maybe his teeth, but then question why its necessary and why they continue something so redundant. Depending on the day of the week, he'll either chide them for their odd habits or be genuinely interested.
His curiosity should never be confused with anything close to softening. Jamie is nothing but a wild animal, so extreme caution should be taken with him. It doesn't take a lot for him to snap. Though as their pack of brothers grows and grows, he begins to learn from them-- not humanity but the act of manipulation, something that can get him closer to what he wants. Over the years, Jamie's gotten a lot better at luring girls-- fixing his awful speech pattern, though when provoked or angry it resurfaces like an awful accent, groming more properly-- anything that can get him closer to his goal.
Age: 18
Description:
Jamie towers over his packmates at a height of about six feet. From having lived in the wild his body is made up of lean muscle helping him more with speed and agility rather than bulky strength. Regardless, Jamie's still able to hold off his own fairly well and has the scars from earlier skirmishes with the other wolves to prove it. His chest is decorated by a myriad of scattered scars of past dominance fights. More notably there's a visible scar on the corner of his neck and shoulder where we had been bit by another wolf during a fight. From having spent his entire life in the wild, his skin is tanned nicely all around. His hair is a lighter, tawny brown however it's often unkept with twigs sticking out of it in odd places. Despite that, his face is incredibly smooth and oval-shaped with small lips. The only off-setting thing are his eyes-- almond-shaped and a amber/orange color-- whatever it is about his eyes, they don't look human.
Oddly enough, in wolf form, his fur is a far darker color mixed in with dark brown and black. Jamie's striking feature becomes his size. The wolf stands as one of the largest among the devil sons. While he's nowhere near the stockiest or the strongest, persay, his large appearance definitely does its job in intimidating. While he doesn't meet people with snarls and pearly white teeth, he's on the constant watch-- the long, calculating stare before the kill.
Personality:
Wild and untamed, Jamie says whatever is on his mind and makes sure to shove his opinions over everyone else's. A young and testosterone-driven male (and sometimes hot-headed), he's often trying to assert dominance over the other males and challenge anyone who stands in his way (I'm looking at you, Dex). Sometimes he's successful and sometimes he's failed, and has the endless amount of scars to prove that. Despite his primal urgencies (and relentless pissing contests with the rest of the males), Jamie's naturally a curious person. He's especially curious to the new boys collected over the years. One thing that strikes him peculiar is when the boys show their humanity. Aside from the children, it's the closest glimpse he's ever had of it. If prompted to, he'll imitate the other boys and brush his hair or maybe his teeth, but then question why its necessary and why they continue something so redundant. Depending on the day of the week, he'll either chide them for their odd habits or be genuinely interested.
His curiosity should never be confused with anything close to softening. Jamie is nothing but a wild animal, so extreme caution should be taken with him. It doesn't take a lot for him to snap. Though as their pack of brothers grows and grows, he begins to learn from them-- not humanity but the act of manipulation, something that can get him closer to what he wants. Over the years, Jamie's gotten a lot better at luring girls-- fixing his awful speech pattern, though when provoked or angry it resurfaces like an awful accent, groming more properly-- anything that can get him closer to his goal.