- Name: SĆ©amus "Timber"
- Gender: Male
- Age: 28
- Alignment: Neutral with Chaotic leanings.
- Race|Species: Calraidan Lycan
- Breed|Subspecies: Mountain Lycan
- Height | Human: 6'3
- Height | Birth Form: 7'3 standing, 5 feet on all fours.
- Weight | Human: 210lbs
- Weight | Birth Form: 440lbs
- Physical Description, Human Form:
At first Glance, one would think Seamus to be just some random travelling bard. A big one. He stands taller than most average humans at over six feet in height, and he is a broad, strong man who looked as though he was used to physical labor. He has a neatly trimmed beard that hugs his jaw and also a mustache that joins it on the sides of his lips, effectively keeping his face rather warm during his travels. His black hair is normally slicked back, or intentionally cut short to keep it out of his Amber colored eyes, which sit above his high cheek bones, the skin of which is scarred multiple times on either cheek. When he smiles, one can catch a glimpse of his sharper canines, perfect for tearing into meat.
His clothing generally is very loose and baggy, with the first thing one sees being his large brown hooded cloak, which covers a majority of his body from the elements and prying eyes. Much of his clothing is of an earthy brown, including the shirt and trousers, and even his heavy steal-toed boots. He uses these boots not only to travel, but in a fight as well, since he is normally in his human form. Underneath that clothing is a muscular, scarred man, but not an unattractive one. - Physical Description, Birth Form:His Amber eyes give away his race as in-human, Lycan in particular. Standing at a solid foot taller than his human form, his Lycan form is also over double the weight in pure unadulterated muscle. No longer visible are the scars across his back and legs, in its place is thick black fur, thickest around his neck and down his back through his thighs. The scars upon his cheeks however are still visible, the light grey fur visible due to the lack of thick undercoat to hide them from view as well as the overcoat. They criss-cross and dot his cheeks, from his fights with other hounds as a child. His fur is thick, and warm, a doubly thick undercoat keeping him protected from the elements while he is in this form, and to some degree, even deflecting blades. His head is heavy and massive, angled back and streamlined, his snout extends in a sort of slightly rounded box, topped by his large nose, adept at picking up changing scents in the air and taking in large amounts of air for breathing.
His legs bulk up considerably, and become digitigrade in nature, able to support his monstrous weight with ease, the coarse pads spreading out to do so. His pads are large enough to support his weight, but not too large to be impractical, his hands, likewise, are very large, though not impractical, the pads likewise rough and large to support his weight while running on all fours. His upper body gains a lot of muscle, which fits his more feral fighting style of wrestling and grappling while in this form, though the muscle difference again isn't impractical. He didn't skip leg-day.
His voice in both forms is that of a low baritone, capable of hitting notes in Tenor and Bass registers. It is smooth and powerful, yet soft when needed. He is Bi-lingual, speaking both Common and Lycanic with ease. He has an accent akin to Irish in Common, due to his past as a Slave, though that accent is not present when he speaks Lycanic, which learned from his mother. His singing voice is his treasure. - Personality: Despite his rather harsh past as a Slave, Seamus is a rather charming, and cheerful man. He has little issue joking and laughing with others. He is quick with a joke, and even quicker with a song to pass the time. He is also rather quiet at times. When he is travelling, or his mind is wandering, many find him strange, and would rather avoid him, due to his large size, stoic face, and neutral expression which makes him appear angry. He is generally not quick to anger, but once angry has an extremely violent temper, yelling and breaking things, or people, depending on just far gone his temper has strayed.
He is fond of children, and envies their innocence and freedom in life, wishing that he had the same opportunity growing up. As such, he is rather good with children, often taking a sort of big-brother role, teaching them various things he's learned over life, such as songs, how to play a few notes on the lute, or even simply playing with them. While he is used to his Human Form, he has no problem being in his Lycan form for the sake of children, letting them play with him, since hey, who doesn't like a large fluffy dog?
He does not grow attachments very quickly. While he can make a friend as easily if not easier than anyone else, actually caring about them is rather difficult to him. Due to the environment he grew up in, he has this slight sociopaths tendency, as well as a few other traits that may or may not be revealed in the future. As is Lycan tradition, he treats the subject of sex very casually, and will openly talk about it with anyone, though he is decidedly heterosexual. As such, Sex is two things for him, stress relief, and bonding. That is not to say that he can't bond with someone without it, but it doesn't hurt relations with people. - Equipment: He carries with him at all times two daggers. One sheathed on the small of his back for combat, and another on his thigh as a tool, such as cutting fishing line, whittling, etc. He also carries a Lute and plenty of extra strings, a flute, and some bells attached to a leather strap for his foot while he plays to keep time and to add to his music. These are all kept in his bag.
- Mounts: None.
- Pets|Companions: He found over his travels a wolf Pup, and through his own canine abilities, managed to mostly tame her. She is now fully grown, and stands up to his hip at the shoulder. She is always off-leash, but heels easily to his commands, and keeps him company on the long travels between towns. She bears a collar with her name, "Snow" She is mostly Docile, but will defend Seamus with her life if she sees the need to.
- Abilities|Skills:
- Perfect Pitch: His voice is perfect for singing, and he has a natural sense of pitch, he is never off key, and always hits just the right notes. He is a male Siren, essentially.
- Campfire Chef: Travelling on his own for so long brought him one great advantage, he learned what he could and couldn't eat, and then how to cook it just right into tasty meals that fill the stomach and put the mind at ease after a hard day's travel. Consisting mostly of berries, nuts, and other small game that he or Snow have caught usually, he mixes them in a variety of stews and other easy to make, store, and eat meals, perfect for the out doors.
- Hunter/Gatherer: This ties in with his cooking ability. Whether it be from traps he'd set up in an area knowing he'd be staying a few days, or from fishing, or even just whatever he can catch on his own, Seamus always has some sort of fresh meat for his carnivorous appetite, as well as some herbs, nuts, and berries aplenty.
- Disadvantages|Worst Skills: Combat: While he is a Lycan, and is naturally gifted in Combat, due to his upbringing away from mainstream Lycan society, he has no idea how to fight effectively in his birth form.
- History: Born to a single Lycan Mother into Slavery, he was spared from the Collar and Shackles due to the grace of his mother, who convinced their master that forcing him to shift into a human form before he was ready to do it himself would kill him, and make the man lose a valuable slave. The man agreed, and thought to himself that he could "Tame" a child Lycan, as people have tamed wolves into domestic dogs. Growing up, Seamus was an active boy, and a rather cute one; it was this cuteness that continued to spare him from the collar and shackles, but not from the lash. Not knowing how to control his strength, he often knocked over and broke wagons, or killed horses while playing around. Being a moody boy, he often also got into fights with the dogs of his Master, killing them in the process with his greater strength and speed. These actions frequently found him tied to a pole, being whipped for discipline.
As he grew older, his mother encouraged him to explore his sexuality, and by the time he was eighteen, he was very good "Friends" with all of the slaves that were around his age or that he found attractive. And for two more years everything was great, aside from the slavery part, he even got in bed with the Master's daughter once or twice, but the danger involved in doing so kept him from doing so.
It was half way through his twentieth year of life that his first bout of Bloodlust set in. His Amber Eyes turned Crimson, he shifted to his Birth Form, and slaughtered the family of the Masters before his "Friends" helped him calm down considerably for the remainder of the duration of his blood lust. Finally free, he left the plot of land he had lived on all his life, and headed to the nearest town with some money he stole from his Master. He bought his first set of clothing out of curiosity, and decided that he enjoyed them quite a bit. He was heard by a bar-owner singing in the park one night, and was convinced to sing for money.
Learning how to use Currency of different types was the hardest thing for him to do, since up till then, everything he'd had he'd been given or had to steal from the Master to get. Now, he could work and earn things on his own; it felt...refreshing. He began to sing in taverns all across the continent, travelling however he could whether by foot, by wagon, or by horse wherever he could. Now he finds himself in a new town, where he will meet some new faces, and likely, start a new adventure.
The Art is not mine, and will be removed if asked by the original Artist(s) Human form of Seamus belongs to Eve Ventrue, and is temporary.