James's appearance can best be described as rugged. He is maybe twenty-six years old and sports a decent black beard that matches his long and messy black hair. He has dark green eyes and a pleasant smile that seems to his the beast inside him. The man is just short of six feet tall and is relatively thin but fairly toned in muscle as well. He has pale skin, not sickly pale, darker than that, but overall pale. He also has has curiously longer and thicker (not to mention sharper) fingernails than most.
He wears a large leather trench coat and biker gloves. Underneath his impressive coat are a couple layers of jackets and dark shirts and he wears matching dark pants and heavy boots. He could easily be mistaken for a bum, and the small knife on his waste does not help disprove that. Aside from that, there are no remarkable qualities about him.
When the beast inside him springs to life though, he turns into a werewolf. While in this beastly form, he boasts a nine and a half foot height and nearly three hundred pounds of muscle. He has huge paws with thick, treacherous claws attached and can run around on his hind legs. He has the head of a wolf, large fangs included and big green/yellow eyes. His muscular chest is missing fur, creating a unique design that's both impressive and intimidating. Other than that space, the rest of his body is covered in fur.
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James Ramona
If I start to change...I hope, for your sake, that you're on my side...
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by xTheSmokex
Description
Personality
James is typically a nice guy to be around. He knows how to joke and smile, just don't get on his bad side, because as a werewolf, he can be quite the menace. He has been known to tear opponents up, limb from bloody limb. He is from England, a place called Wolverhampton, and thus has the accent, which to many is fairly charming. He is sweet to ladies and although he has his beast inside, he maintains that he has never, not even as a wolf, hurt a lady.
A perfect gentleman and sometimes a jester, James a perfectly good man to be around.
Equipment
All he has in human form are his extremely durable nails, able to cut through thin steel, and his sharp wits.
As a werewolf, he had his large teeth, paws, claws, and furious fighting style.
History
James was born and raised in Wolverhampton, England and grew up mostly in the streets. At age twelve, he broke into werewolf form for the first time, accidentally killing his mother and causing his drunk father to ban him from the household. His past isn't too exciting, a few instances of vampire-fighting, even against werewolves, his own kind. Other than that, all he has been doing is trying to find a pack to stay with and find folks that will be kind to him. Over the years, he has become an exceptional pick-pocket, card-player, martial artist, and even a sort of philosopher. At his young age of twenty-six, he has accomplished this much as well as an adequate control over his beastly ability.
So begins...
James Ramona's Story
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In came a rough-looking men from around a corner. He was wearing a large, dark leather trench coat that reached down to the bottom of his boots. He had a couple of layers of dark jackets and shirts beneath his coat and sported dark pants under.
He wore biker gloves and he didn't seem cold at all, neither his long, messy black hair nor his beard were standing on end. He walked with an aura of confidence and leadership, a light in his green eyes.
James spotted the smoking man and smiled in a friendly manner, wondering if he was friendly. He called out, "Hullo there!" in a gruff, English accent and waved his whole arm at him.
He wore biker gloves and he didn't seem cold at all, neither his long, messy black hair nor his beard were standing on end. He walked with an aura of confidence and leadership, a light in his green eyes.
James spotted the smoking man and smiled in a friendly manner, wondering if he was friendly. He called out, "Hullo there!" in a gruff, English accent and waved his whole arm at him.
He lowered his large arm and a glint of light from a nearby bulb revealed his fingernails to be rather long, sharp, and thick, almost...beastly.
He walked a bit closer, relieved to find that the man was seemingly good-natured. As James he approached he said, "Well, what do you know, an Irishman. Not too common around these parts."
He held out a large hand and smiled and said, "My name's James, nice to meet ya, mate."
He walked a bit closer, relieved to find that the man was seemingly good-natured. As James he approached he said, "Well, what do you know, an Irishman. Not too common around these parts."
He held out a large hand and smiled and said, "My name's James, nice to meet ya, mate."
"That's right," he said with a surprisingly white grin. "That's a good guess, but I suppose in your line of work, us were-folk are your allies, eh?"
He wasn't really against vampires, but they hunted him anyway, and to find someone who hunted vampires, well, was a good feeling. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' he thought silently to himself.
He wasn't really against vampires, but they hunted him anyway, and to find someone who hunted vampires, well, was a good feeling. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' he thought silently to himself.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet a friend, Robert," he replied with a friendly smile and a nod. The werewolf's ears suddenly perked up a bit and two thuggish men walked into the alley where he had entered just a few minutes before.
They didn't look too friendly, and they looked at James especially nastily. He didn't like it.
"Say there, mate. Is it only Vampires you fight?"
They didn't look too friendly, and they looked at James especially nastily. He didn't like it.
"Say there, mate. Is it only Vampires you fight?"
Some hair fell into his face as he grinned at the man's enthusiasm. It wasn't every day that he found someone so willing to fight beside him.
Wasting no more time, James takes three great strides over to them, leaps over Robert, and cleaves the head of the stabbed goon clean off with one swipe of his great hand. Blood immediately gushed out of his open neck and the head hit the ground hard.
Wasting no more time, James takes three great strides over to them, leaps over Robert, and cleaves the head of the stabbed goon clean off with one swipe of his great hand. Blood immediately gushed out of his open neck and the head hit the ground hard.
The thug grinned and raised the gun, but before his finger could even touch the trigger, a stiff, straight hand exploded through his chest, and a few drops of blood sprinkled Robert's face. The hand slid back out, and wide-eyed, the man fell to his knees and coughed blood.
James then braced himself and gave the goon a mighty kick, sending him brutally across the asphalt and effectively killing him.
He leaned down and held out the non-bloody right hand to Robert, "You alright there?"
James then braced himself and gave the goon a mighty kick, sending him brutally across the asphalt and effectively killing him.
He leaned down and held out the non-bloody right hand to Robert, "You alright there?"
"Sure, though I'm afraid I don't know much about body-repair."
James put Robert's arm over his shoulders to steady him and began to walk toward one end of the alley. "Where do you live?"
James put Robert's arm over his shoulders to steady him and began to walk toward one end of the alley. "Where do you live?"
"D8 it is," James said with a small laugh of his own. In a few minutes time they had reached the complex and climbed the necessary steps. Once he had led Robert to his door, he unfurled the man's arm from his shoulders and let him lean on the wall for support.
"Hope you have your key," he said with a grin, and then looked around to make sure they weren't followed.
"Hope you have your key," he said with a grin, and then looked around to make sure they weren't followed.
James watched as he walked into the apartment and then took one last look around before backing into the room himself, closing the door quietly and locking it.
He turned around and looked at the apartment; smiling he said, "I'm surprised you let a complete stranger in so easily. Say, do you have a kitchen sink?" James lifted his bloody hand, and what could have been a pice of heart stuck onto one of his nails.
He turned around and looked at the apartment; smiling he said, "I'm surprised you let a complete stranger in so easily. Say, do you have a kitchen sink?" James lifted his bloody hand, and what could have been a pice of heart stuck onto one of his nails.
"Oh I'm sure if it came to it, you could 'ave easily saved yourself," he said with a small, gruff laugh. "Thanks," he nodded and strayed into the kitchen.
James found the sink and as he turned on the faucet he said quietly to himself, "O how a small amount of water cleanses us of this deed." He quoted Shakespeare like it was second nature and watched as the sliver of heart slipped into the drain along with the rest of the pink water.
James found the sink and as he turned on the faucet he said quietly to himself, "O how a small amount of water cleanses us of this deed." He quoted Shakespeare like it was second nature and watched as the sliver of heart slipped into the drain along with the rest of the pink water.
Once he was sure the blood was gone, he wiped his hand cleanly on a nearby rag and walked back into the living space. "Who else to quote my friend, but the man who single-handedly changed the English language to such an extreme as we use now?" he replied with a small laugh.
James looked around the room a bit and said, "I wonder who those men were, and why they had such an evil vibe."
James looked around the room a bit and said, "I wonder who those men were, and why they had such an evil vibe."
James shook his head and sighed, "When will they learn that I am not so easy to kill as your every-day Werewolf."
As he sat down in a nearby chair he asked, "How is your back doing, Robert?"
As he sat down in a nearby chair he asked, "How is your back doing, Robert?"
"Glad you weren't hurt too badly, maybe next time we can try and find a vampire or two to take on," he replied, arching an eyebrow.
He chuckles and nodded in agreement, "I've always tried to stay away from them, nothing but war can be waged when it comes to me, it seems."
James inspected in large nails for a few moments and then looked around once more before asking, "How do you afford to live here? Where do you make your money?"
James inspected in large nails for a few moments and then looked around once more before asking, "How do you afford to live here? Where do you make your money?"
"That's interesting," he said with a nod and his eyes widened slightly in surprise of the man's kindness. "You know, I've met a lot of great people, but you would be willing to let me stay here without paying a fee? I honestly have nowhere else to go...it's a very kind offer, but I dunno, mate. I'd hate to just stay here as a free-loader."
James stood up again and scratched his beard before nodding and smiling. "Alright Robert, you've got yourself a roommate, thanks a lot for your kindness. You know, I-." several loud gunshots rang out and the window to the apartment busted.
Three gunshots peppered James's chest and he fell hard to the floor without even a groan.
Three gunshots peppered James's chest and he fell hard to the floor without even a groan.
From the back room a low grumbling was heard, and from the window, more quick footsteps were audible, more vampires. They seemed to be rampant tonight.
A few of them hopped into the busted window and began to surround the downed Robert. Just as they were nodding to each other, in a furry, black blur came the werewolf. He was nine and a half feet tall, nearly 300 pounds of muscle, and covered in fur besides his chest area.
Calls of "Werewolf!" were cried out, but far too late. James clawed, bit, and ravaged his way through all of the vampires, even some more as they hopped into the apartment from the window. Limbs were strewn about the room by the time it was over...no one was left.
The Werewolf, approached Robert inspected him for a few moments and then took his arm, placed the man on his back, and leapt out the window.
A few of them hopped into the busted window and began to surround the downed Robert. Just as they were nodding to each other, in a furry, black blur came the werewolf. He was nine and a half feet tall, nearly 300 pounds of muscle, and covered in fur besides his chest area.
Calls of "Werewolf!" were cried out, but far too late. James clawed, bit, and ravaged his way through all of the vampires, even some more as they hopped into the apartment from the window. Limbs were strewn about the room by the time it was over...no one was left.
The Werewolf, approached Robert inspected him for a few moments and then took his arm, placed the man on his back, and leapt out the window.
The basically flew from building to building, the wind flowing freely through the wolf's fur. About a minute later they reached a small hidden door in the side of an alley. The wolf leaned Robert against the wall, and a few moments and bone-scracking sounds later, accompanied by a painful yell, James was back again, trench coat and all, blood on his beard and hands.
A silent man in an authentic "Plague Doctor" uniform opened the door. "You owe me a favor Matthias," James said grimly to the doctor. The individual seemed to be thinking for a moment before nodding and motioning them in.
A silent man in an authentic "Plague Doctor" uniform opened the door. "You owe me a favor Matthias," James said grimly to the doctor. The individual seemed to be thinking for a moment before nodding and motioning them in.
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