All About YouBasics! Name: Deserax Sevecan
Age: Looks 16, is actually 100. (Young for a werewolf)
Birthdate: October 7th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Lycan
Rank: Citizen
Location: Edge City
Appearance:
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches
Weight: 150 pounds
Skin Color: White
Eye Color: A soul gazing blue.
Hair Color/Length: Blond, and medium length.
Special Characteristics: "You make me so hot, make me wanna drop~"
For a reason unknown to Deserax himself, he has a very high body heat. Some people will often mistake him for having a fever. Some people can also feel the heat radiating off of him if they are within 2 feet of him. He is also not effected as much by a hotter place.
"Lets start a riot~"
Because of him having to be by himself at a young age, he fights differently then most people. As in, he will do flips, and crazy things in the heat of a battle.
"This is how you remind me, of what I really am~"
Deserax will often have flash backs of previous times in his life.
General Description: Deserax looks like a 16 year old in every way possible. His hair is slightly long, and unkempt. He is a little lean, but still packing some muscle on his body, and is slightly tall for a 16 year old. He has blond hair that brings out his blue eyes, which look like they can see into your very soul. He often has on a collar, though it is unknown where he got it from. Also on his neck, is his pair of lucky goggles that he goes everywhere with. He has many t-shirts, but likes to wear a red one more often, and has a pair of blue cargo pants that he wears as well. His shoes are nothing special, just normal white sneakers.
About You:
History: Deserax's life could be split in two uneven halves. The first part of his life was when he was still human. He was just an ordinary boy, unaffected by any trouble in the world. The shroud of youth clouding his vision from any bad things that could happen. In the time of 1904, nothing to extreme was going on in his life. Unless you count those people who were frantic in the belief of another heaven and hell war. He didn't pay attention to those at all, even when he was 16. At the age of 16, he was working on his fathers farm. They had to do something for money of course, and Deserax was all to eager to help. If only he had waited one more day to help.
On a hot, June summer day is when his life was changed. For better, or worse it was unknown. Deserax was out helping his father and mother in the field when he was told to fetch water from the lake in the woods. Deserax had done this exact same chore over and over, so he quickly went out to the woods. Nothing had ever happened in the woods, so he was not worried at all. Why should he? It turns out, there was a lot to worry about. When he was half way to the lake, a rather large wolf jumped in front of him. Now Deserax had seen wolves before, but none this... large. It was a quadruped wolf, but double the size of a normal one. Deserax had tried to run away, but slipped on an uprooted tree. The wolf pounced on him, and he shielded himself from most of the attack. The large wolf managed to bite Deserax though, and he quickly fell unconscious.
When he next awoke, he was in a bed with his parents hovering over him. They were elated that Deserax was fine, and let him stay inside the house to recover the wound. After all, it was only a wolf bite. They were quite wrong though. It wasn't just a wolf bite. About a week later, Deserax was writing late at night, to the light of a candle stick. When he was stuck on one part, he looked around his room a little bit. Nothing there was helping, so he looked out side his window. It was a cloudless night, and the full moon was shining so brilliantly over the land. Normally Deserax would have smiled, and go back to writing. However, he couldn't pull his gaze away...
The next thing he remembered was him picking himself up off the ground the next morning. He was in a yard of some sorts, but he could smell fire burning from where he was. He went to check, and found that his house was the thing burning. His mother and father were standing outside, and he ran to ask them what happened. When he got to them, they shunned him away. He was so confused, until they told him he was a werewolf. How was that possible? Weren't Lycans just myth? Though it would explain the size of that wolf, along with him blacking out during the full moon. Realization set in, and he knew he couldn't go back home. No one would accept him the way he was now.
He was forced to wonder the world for a very long time. He quickly found out he was immortal, but at a rather big price. Every full moon, he would transform into the being that he so much hated. For 50 years, he was wondering, barely scraping by for food. He soon got tired of living like this, and wanted to find a better way to live. Every full moon that passed, Deserax would try and try to resist the change. He could never stop it, but he was eventually able to stay conscious during his transformation. About 15 years later, he was able to command himself to change, and unchange when he saw fit. He would often get in fights as well, so he had to train to be able to defend himself. Being a werewolf helped greatly though.
Now, in the present, he lives in Edge city, where being a Lycan is actually close to normal considering there were many other types of races in this city. He has been able to live in an apartment, and keep himself nourished and healthy.