Post by Noran Von Veinburg on Feb 28, 2010 14:27:44 GMT -8
Species: werewolf
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Noran Von Veinburg
Nickname(s): Noran the Wise and old boy
Gender: Male
Age:
Occupation:42 in human years, but appears to be no older than 21
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Human form
Werewolf form0
s t y l e
He prefers tight fit clothes, either browns or black. He always wears a pair of black john Lennon sun glasses, usually wears a black and worn leather trench coat, and a long black cain sword. He also wears black altama 4950 USMC combat boots
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s):Wants to become a sage or monk.
Fear(s):Spiders, anything that is too chewy, and large birds
Flaws:Always wants to be the one in charge, headstrong, always wants to rush head on into battle, and cannot cook at all not even toast.
p e r s o n a l i t y
He would rather jump into a fight then solve it with words, would rather order out dinner for a person and spend a decent amount of money then attempt too cook anything, and he is rather fond of raspberry brandy. If his loved ones or mate comes to harm he will stop at nothing to see justice done. He can also be very chivalrous.
h i s t o r y
He was born in Berlin, Germany to prominent member's of the Teutonic Knights (if you want to be a history Nazi the German Order). His father lost his life early on in Noran's life (between 2-3) to bandits when he was on a mission in the middle east setting up a hospital.
One day in his freshman year of high school, he was being teased more then normal about his father he finally snapped and turned into a werewolf. He mauled his tormentors within an inch of their life. Before he could run off campus he was quickly spirited away by members of the order and better trained on how to hone his ablities. He has been with the order for most of his life and has been on a mission to set up a new hospital for the supernatural, and found his way into Dawson by accident.
the Teutonic Knights generally are peaceful and go around setting up hospitals, but when a crusade is called or Christianity is threaded god help your sorry ass.
Other:
He has a thick german accent and has a small ginger kitty named meow mix he always carries in his coat pocket.
R P p r e v i e w
Noran sat alone, gently petting the six week old kitty with his large and hairy hands. He purred to it softly as it mewed and curled up into a little ball and purred happily to its self. Hearing his phone ring Noran pulled it out of his pocket, checking the number he almost dropped the kitten and phone realizing who it was. Met with a disgruntled hiss and a nip at his fingers Noran answered swiftly "Ja meinen Herr?" Giving a few short replies of yes's and no's he laughed and commented "Yes I have found a location for the hospital, but no I am fine the only injury so far is from Meow Mix: she just nipped at my thumb."
"I will call you soon as I get things set up my lord. I will bring the order honor and glory." Hanging up his phone and slipping it back into his left breast pocket of his worn and beaten black leather trench coat, holding Meow Mix close up to his face and talking in a soft and sweet tone, "Well my precious I think we should go look for some vacant land and maybe a bite to eat?" met with a mew of approval Noran walked down a street for a while looking a semi decent restaurant that allowed pets.
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Noran Von Veinburg
Nickname(s): Noran the Wise and old boy
Gender: Male
Age:
Occupation:42 in human years, but appears to be no older than 21
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Human form
Werewolf form0s t y l e
He prefers tight fit clothes, either browns or black. He always wears a pair of black john Lennon sun glasses, usually wears a black and worn leather trench coat, and a long black cain sword. He also wears black altama 4950 USMC combat boots
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- A barely cooked steak
- blueberry pies
- chocolate
- Norse mythology
- Launching various objects from his his war-wolf catapult
Dislikes:
- Vampires
- Valley Girls
- Horses
- Dogs
- Tree frogs
Ambition(s):Wants to become a sage or monk.
Fear(s):Spiders, anything that is too chewy, and large birds
Flaws:Always wants to be the one in charge, headstrong, always wants to rush head on into battle, and cannot cook at all not even toast.
p e r s o n a l i t y
He would rather jump into a fight then solve it with words, would rather order out dinner for a person and spend a decent amount of money then attempt too cook anything, and he is rather fond of raspberry brandy. If his loved ones or mate comes to harm he will stop at nothing to see justice done. He can also be very chivalrous.
h i s t o r y
He was born in Berlin, Germany to prominent member's of the Teutonic Knights (if you want to be a history Nazi the German Order). His father lost his life early on in Noran's life (between 2-3) to bandits when he was on a mission in the middle east setting up a hospital.
One day in his freshman year of high school, he was being teased more then normal about his father he finally snapped and turned into a werewolf. He mauled his tormentors within an inch of their life. Before he could run off campus he was quickly spirited away by members of the order and better trained on how to hone his ablities. He has been with the order for most of his life and has been on a mission to set up a new hospital for the supernatural, and found his way into Dawson by accident.
the Teutonic Knights generally are peaceful and go around setting up hospitals, but when a crusade is called or Christianity is threaded god help your sorry ass.
Other:
He has a thick german accent and has a small ginger kitty named meow mix he always carries in his coat pocket.
R P p r e v i e w
Noran sat alone, gently petting the six week old kitty with his large and hairy hands. He purred to it softly as it mewed and curled up into a little ball and purred happily to its self. Hearing his phone ring Noran pulled it out of his pocket, checking the number he almost dropped the kitten and phone realizing who it was. Met with a disgruntled hiss and a nip at his fingers Noran answered swiftly "Ja meinen Herr?" Giving a few short replies of yes's and no's he laughed and commented "Yes I have found a location for the hospital, but no I am fine the only injury so far is from Meow Mix: she just nipped at my thumb."
"I will call you soon as I get things set up my lord. I will bring the order honor and glory." Hanging up his phone and slipping it back into his left breast pocket of his worn and beaten black leather trench coat, holding Meow Mix close up to his face and talking in a soft and sweet tone, "Well my precious I think we should go look for some vacant land and maybe a bite to eat?" met with a mew of approval Noran walked down a street for a while looking a semi decent restaurant that allowed pets.