Post by KIT RATHBONE on Sept 14, 2011 2:15:14 GMT -5
Therians Character Sheet
Character Name: Kit Rathbone
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Jensen Ackles
Race: Therians
D.O.B.: March 23, 1982
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Hazel
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight and single
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: Has a scar on the inside of his left forearm due to a bar fight
Flaws/Weaknesses: Very short temper, an alcoholic, high school dropout
Skills/Strengths: Excellent at hand to hand combat, skilled with a gun, strong willed and stubborn (can be considered a strength or a flaw depending on the situation)
Transforming Animal: Doberman Rottweiler mix (dog)
History:
Kit didn't have a great childhood but it wasn't all that bad, either. He was an orphan in Texas and grew up moving from foster home to foster home. The boy was a problem child, always getting himself into fights and all sorts of trouble which made it difficult to keep him in one foster home for too long. The longest he lasted with a single family was four months before he'd finally had enough of being tossed around like an unwanted toy and decided to run away at the age of twelve. He stuck out his thumb and hitch hiked his way across the states until he reached Nevada.
He was able to find his way through the different towns and cities, scrounging up enough money through pick pocketing and bullying to buy himself food.
Kit found out at the age of fourteen that he was different than other people, and this scared the living shit out of him. He'd been in Tahoe at the time getting ready to step into a chain burger joint to order himself some food after earning five bucks for helping an old lady with some groceries when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. At first he thought it might have been the hot dog he'd eaten earlier that day and thought he was going to hurl, so he decided to head down the alley that was down the side of the burger joint and hid behind a dumpster. One thing for sure was people didn't like when you tossed your cookies out in the open so he figured behind the dumpster was a little better. He wasn't going to try and attempt to puke IN the dumpster.
Kit placed a hand against the brick wall of the building and leaned forward, his free arm clutching his stomach in pain. He cringed and let out a cry and before he had time to react, his body started to spaz out. His muscles ached and tensed up, tightening and his bones made a sickening noise and contorted in his legs sticking in odd directions. He tried to yell out. Cry for help. But it was too late. When he tried to yell a high pitched cry came out instead and he realized his eye level had dropped big time. And what did Kit, being the genius that he was, decide to do next? Well, he ran straight into the dumpster, that's what! He was on all fours and it took a moment to process but he wasn't human anymore! Kit had turned into a doberman rottweiler mixed dog.
It took the boy over a year to control himself, figuring out that he could change his appearance and turn into an animal. He realized it was the same animal every time and slowly he caught on that it was during the full moon that he couldn't control the shifting and that it would happen automatically. At the rough age of eighteen he was able to get the hang of it and had learned how to take advantage of this transformation that he experienced.
Kit continued to travel around the United States, finding that life was much easier with this cool ability that he had. He could sneak into garbages and eat the scraps, his stomach was able to handle most of the disgusting things he ate as an animal that he wouldn't be able to digest if he were human. He didn't know how it worked but it worked well enough! He stayed away from chocolate close to the full moon, but he didn't crave chocolate. He craved big juicy steaks! And cheeseburgers! He couldn't get enough of cheeseburgers!
At twenty-five Kit decided it was time for him to settle down in one place for a while. He was sitll wild but he had become curious to find out about his birth parents and wondered if they were still out there. He'd heard the myths about Scriptor Bay during his searching and realized that was where he needed to be. With no bills or rent to pay, all the money that Kit managed to earn doing crap jobs others wouldn't imagine doing he had enough for a down payment and bought himself a bar. He named it the Jack Kit, thinking it sounded funny in a twisted way.
The bar has a basement which he keeps overstock in and the second floor is a giant studio apartment that he lives in and has been there ever since.
Character Name: Kit Rathbone
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Jensen Ackles
Race: Therians
D.O.B.: March 23, 1982
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Hazel
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight and single
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: Has a scar on the inside of his left forearm due to a bar fight
Flaws/Weaknesses: Very short temper, an alcoholic, high school dropout
Skills/Strengths: Excellent at hand to hand combat, skilled with a gun, strong willed and stubborn (can be considered a strength or a flaw depending on the situation)
Transforming Animal: Doberman Rottweiler mix (dog)
History:
Kit didn't have a great childhood but it wasn't all that bad, either. He was an orphan in Texas and grew up moving from foster home to foster home. The boy was a problem child, always getting himself into fights and all sorts of trouble which made it difficult to keep him in one foster home for too long. The longest he lasted with a single family was four months before he'd finally had enough of being tossed around like an unwanted toy and decided to run away at the age of twelve. He stuck out his thumb and hitch hiked his way across the states until he reached Nevada.
He was able to find his way through the different towns and cities, scrounging up enough money through pick pocketing and bullying to buy himself food.
Kit found out at the age of fourteen that he was different than other people, and this scared the living shit out of him. He'd been in Tahoe at the time getting ready to step into a chain burger joint to order himself some food after earning five bucks for helping an old lady with some groceries when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. At first he thought it might have been the hot dog he'd eaten earlier that day and thought he was going to hurl, so he decided to head down the alley that was down the side of the burger joint and hid behind a dumpster. One thing for sure was people didn't like when you tossed your cookies out in the open so he figured behind the dumpster was a little better. He wasn't going to try and attempt to puke IN the dumpster.
Kit placed a hand against the brick wall of the building and leaned forward, his free arm clutching his stomach in pain. He cringed and let out a cry and before he had time to react, his body started to spaz out. His muscles ached and tensed up, tightening and his bones made a sickening noise and contorted in his legs sticking in odd directions. He tried to yell out. Cry for help. But it was too late. When he tried to yell a high pitched cry came out instead and he realized his eye level had dropped big time. And what did Kit, being the genius that he was, decide to do next? Well, he ran straight into the dumpster, that's what! He was on all fours and it took a moment to process but he wasn't human anymore! Kit had turned into a doberman rottweiler mixed dog.
It took the boy over a year to control himself, figuring out that he could change his appearance and turn into an animal. He realized it was the same animal every time and slowly he caught on that it was during the full moon that he couldn't control the shifting and that it would happen automatically. At the rough age of eighteen he was able to get the hang of it and had learned how to take advantage of this transformation that he experienced.
Kit continued to travel around the United States, finding that life was much easier with this cool ability that he had. He could sneak into garbages and eat the scraps, his stomach was able to handle most of the disgusting things he ate as an animal that he wouldn't be able to digest if he were human. He didn't know how it worked but it worked well enough! He stayed away from chocolate close to the full moon, but he didn't crave chocolate. He craved big juicy steaks! And cheeseburgers! He couldn't get enough of cheeseburgers!
At twenty-five Kit decided it was time for him to settle down in one place for a while. He was sitll wild but he had become curious to find out about his birth parents and wondered if they were still out there. He'd heard the myths about Scriptor Bay during his searching and realized that was where he needed to be. With no bills or rent to pay, all the money that Kit managed to earn doing crap jobs others wouldn't imagine doing he had enough for a down payment and bought himself a bar. He named it the Jack Kit, thinking it sounded funny in a twisted way.
The bar has a basement which he keeps overstock in and the second floor is a giant studio apartment that he lives in and has been there ever since.
