Alyxadr Deathbite; Werecat
Mar 11, 2008 17:30:20 GMT -5
Post by Jaydin on Mar 11, 2008 17:30:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Alyxadr Deathbite
Other name: Alyx
Race:: Werecat
Side: Neutral (as of right now – that could change later, though)
Birthplace: Therinsford
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 17th
Eyes: Wine-red, with cat-like pupils both in cat form and in human form.
Hair: Human form: His hair is a shaggy, muddy brown that comes down to just below his chin, and looks as though he could care less about it – rightfully so, for Alyx cares very little about his appearance.
Cat form: Alyx’s pelt is a mottled mixture of dark browns and blacks.
Weight: In Cat form; 10 pounds
In Human form: 55 pounds
Height: Cat form: One & a half foot
Human form: Four feet
Magic User: Yes (but NOT like Eragon or the elves or any of the magic like that. It’s more like a subtle thing, like it’s impossible for Alyx to NOT be a magic user, since he turns from cat to human and vice versa, or the way Saphira can breathe fire (though Alyx, of course, cannot breath fire). Little things, like that. Alyx does not speak the ancient language, however, though I’m sure he’d be curious about it. He also can defend his mind, as well as attack others, much like a magician in the ways he fights with his head. However, Alyx is self-taught and though his mind is very strong, like any werecat's, he knows little about the magic itself.)
Clothing: When in human form, Alyx usually wears a pair of loose-fitting brown trousers that only remain on him when a bit of rope is tied around his waist. He also usually wears a blue tunic, but as Alyx’s clothes don’t travel with him – he often wears whatever he can find.
Preferred Weapon(s): Although he likes fighting in his cat form best, Alyx tends to lean towards daggers when it comes to fighting as a human. All in all, he prefers hand to hand (or paw to paw, however you might see it) combat over most things, though if he can kill his opponent before they notice him, Alyx would be pleased.
Personality: Alyx is a rather complicated werecat, who lives for adventure and is strangely drawn to bloodshed. Alyx has not yet gained the power of foresight. He likes to be wherever the ‘good stuff’ as he puts it, is happening but he’s also a survivor. If he’s fighting on a side, and they appear to be losing, Alyx will switch without hesitation. Yet, on the other hand – or paw, however you may see it – once Alyx has forged a bond with someone, or made a promise, he does not forsake them. He’s a bit of a liar, but considers “oath-breakers” the lowest of the low, despite his own willingness to turn traitor if things got bad.
He does have a soft side to him, something that often surprises the few that see it, and Alyx is capable of love. He longs for a mate, but hides it deep within himself as he has not found a werecat female he is interested in as of yet. Most of the time, though, he’s harsh and sarcastic with an occasional joke or two. He detests dwarves, though, a silly prejudice of his, and refuses to have anything to do with them.
Alyx is also VERY curious and most of the time, willing to abandon his cautiousness just to figure out if something’s true or not.
Likes/Dislikes:
Dislikes
-Liars (though only if they lie to him)
-Traitors, oath-breakers (Alyx looks upon these people as the lowest scum)
-Dwarves
-Dogs
-Wolves
-Fire
-Being insulted
Likes
-Bloodshed
-Artifacts
-Things he’s never seen before
-“Interesting” objects, stories and the like
-Traveling to “new” places
-Meeting other werecats (seeing as there’s so few of their species, Alyx delights in meeting another of his kind)
-Books
-Being flattered
Family: Nobody. Seriously. And if there really are some of his kin left (which Alyx doubts), then they have no clue who he is and vice versa. Though, if you want to get into terms of who he considered family, there’s Alyx’s first master, now deceased.
Brief History: Alyx was born at midnight to a house cat. His siblings were stillborn, and his mother devoted much of her attentions to him. When he first began showing signs that he was a werecat, his mother vanished and Alyx never saw her again. He was nursed with cow’s milk directly from the hand of his master, who kept him safe throughout his early years. Alyx was a devoted – pet, you could call him, though he’d much prefer companion – to the middle-aged man who’d once owned Alyx’s mother.
Master, the only name Alyx knew him by, raised Alyx and earned the werecat’s everlasting adoration and loyalty – well, the loyalty bit pushes it a bit far, as his master’s been dead for just over sixty years. Alyx’s condition was known to his master, but was pretty much a secret to the rest of Therinsford, where they lived. Since Alyx spent a good deal of time in his Master’s house, he soon asked to learn the alphabet and in a few months, Alyx could read. He enjoyed it very much.
Life went on pleasantly for Alyx until his Master died of old age when Alyx was fourteen years old. Panicked, he fled Therinsford and left for Carvahall. Alyx lived primarily in the Spine, but he occasionally ventured out. He stayed there for a good sixteen years, until one day he decided to visit a merchant in his boy-form. However, Alyx, having ignored human civilization for the most part, knew little of their customs. He arrived naked in his boy form, and if that wasn’t enough, his ivory-white skin, messy brown hair and bizarre wine-red eyes made him stand out from the crowd.
Alyx paid little attention to the bystanders, who stared at him, as he purchased clothing and a pair of daggers, along with their sheaths with money he had stolen from various places, along the years. He put on the clothing, and after mixing up their uses several times, Alyx managed to figure out the uses of his newly acquired clothing, and attempted to be more inconspicuous. This was near impossible, for Carvahall was rather small and most had seen him. Those that had not were told of what he looked like and before long, a group of men approached Alyx and stuffed him into a sack before he could consent or protest.
He turned from form to form, shifting and fighting, but to no avail, for the sack was hard to penetrate, even with his claws. Alyx began to cut himself out with a dagger when the sack opened and a hand grasped him by the hair. A sharp blow to his temple, and Alyx was knocked out. He awoke in Dras-Leona, but the next thing he knew, there was a peculiar collar around his neck and he could not shift into cat form. He listened passively as he was auctioned off to the highest bidder, a rich man in Teirm.
Alyx was a slave, used primarily as an object of wealth and he was a trophy boy, to his great disgust. As a rare ‘object’ but still a disobedient ‘boy child’ (at this time, Alyx looked like he was five), his new master allowed the guards –for what rich man would /not/ have guards? - to beat him frequently. They had no qualms, thinking him to be an unnatural creature that did not deserve to live. Often, Alyx was beaten within an inch of his life. Before long, he detested humans and longed for freedom. He endured roughly ten years of this treatment and slavery.
One day, by rubbing his mistress’ perfume about his neck, Alyx managed to loosen the collar enough to escape. He stole a pair of his master’s favorite trousers – chopping off part of it at the end so it didn’t drag, and tying rope around his waist to keep the pants from slipping off his skinny frame – and a shirt, which he similarly destroyed. Alyx also stole a pouch which he tied around his neck. In the pouch lay a pair of daggers and all the gold he steal from them (and cram into the pouch). Getting out of the estate was more difficult, as the master and mistress of the house had no children and he was so obvious. Alyx hacked off parts of his hair (which had been groomed to make him look more like a porcelain doll than a boy) and escaped out a window.
He vanished to various towns and became a mercenary, desperate for the blood of humans. Alyx cared little for who was considered ‘innocent’ and it didn’t mean a thing to him. As far as he’s concerned, all humans are inherently evil – with the exception of Alyx’s first master, o’course. He soon became curious of the world’s treasures and – still a scholar at heart from his kittenhood – and began to accept ‘jobs’ as he put it, in return for these valuable items. He had a solid steel safe forged when he was about fifty-two.
Alyx paid fifty burly men to dig up the hole for his safe and then to place it into the hole at a peculiar angle, so it faced the tree right next to it. The men thought this was odd, but never had much time to ponder it. A heartless killer, Alyx killed the men in their sleep and dragged their bodies away, never to be found. He does not feel remorse for his actions. The safe is buried little ways away from Belatona, a favorite town of Alyx’s. It faces a dead, ancient tree, which is hollow. Alyx found a small hole near its base and clawed a hole to the safe, so that he can get to – and even into – the safe without it being found. Over the years, the humans near the ‘Blood Tree’, as both Alyx and the villagers refer to it, have come to regard Alyx’s dwelling with fear and superstition. He definitely encourages their fear of the tree, reappearing in Belatona every now and then.
Twenty years went by and Alyx traveled far and high in search of adventure and objects to add to his collection. Then, quite suddenly, Alyx began to hear tales of a rider called Eragon and his dragon Saphira. He wondered about them, but dismissed them as fairy tales. As time went by, and more riders appeared, Alyx came to the conclusion that they were real. And still amazed and bewildered – but above all, curious, Alyx set off in search of these living fairy tales, hoping for the adventure of a lifetime.
Anything extra: When in human form, Alyx looks like a human boy somewhere between the ages of six and nine. He has ivory-white skin that makes him look a tad bit sickly, especially compared to his wine-red eyes and dark hair. Due to his love of blood and hatred of humankind, Alyx does offer his services as a mercenary.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Alyx in Werecat form
Other name: Alyx
Race:: Werecat
Side: Neutral (as of right now – that could change later, though)
Birthplace: Therinsford
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 17th
Eyes: Wine-red, with cat-like pupils both in cat form and in human form.
Hair: Human form: His hair is a shaggy, muddy brown that comes down to just below his chin, and looks as though he could care less about it – rightfully so, for Alyx cares very little about his appearance.
Cat form: Alyx’s pelt is a mottled mixture of dark browns and blacks.
Weight: In Cat form; 10 pounds
In Human form: 55 pounds
Height: Cat form: One & a half foot
Human form: Four feet
Magic User: Yes (but NOT like Eragon or the elves or any of the magic like that. It’s more like a subtle thing, like it’s impossible for Alyx to NOT be a magic user, since he turns from cat to human and vice versa, or the way Saphira can breathe fire (though Alyx, of course, cannot breath fire). Little things, like that. Alyx does not speak the ancient language, however, though I’m sure he’d be curious about it. He also can defend his mind, as well as attack others, much like a magician in the ways he fights with his head. However, Alyx is self-taught and though his mind is very strong, like any werecat's, he knows little about the magic itself.)
Clothing: When in human form, Alyx usually wears a pair of loose-fitting brown trousers that only remain on him when a bit of rope is tied around his waist. He also usually wears a blue tunic, but as Alyx’s clothes don’t travel with him – he often wears whatever he can find.
Preferred Weapon(s): Although he likes fighting in his cat form best, Alyx tends to lean towards daggers when it comes to fighting as a human. All in all, he prefers hand to hand (or paw to paw, however you might see it) combat over most things, though if he can kill his opponent before they notice him, Alyx would be pleased.
Personality: Alyx is a rather complicated werecat, who lives for adventure and is strangely drawn to bloodshed. Alyx has not yet gained the power of foresight. He likes to be wherever the ‘good stuff’ as he puts it, is happening but he’s also a survivor. If he’s fighting on a side, and they appear to be losing, Alyx will switch without hesitation. Yet, on the other hand – or paw, however you may see it – once Alyx has forged a bond with someone, or made a promise, he does not forsake them. He’s a bit of a liar, but considers “oath-breakers” the lowest of the low, despite his own willingness to turn traitor if things got bad.
He does have a soft side to him, something that often surprises the few that see it, and Alyx is capable of love. He longs for a mate, but hides it deep within himself as he has not found a werecat female he is interested in as of yet. Most of the time, though, he’s harsh and sarcastic with an occasional joke or two. He detests dwarves, though, a silly prejudice of his, and refuses to have anything to do with them.
Alyx is also VERY curious and most of the time, willing to abandon his cautiousness just to figure out if something’s true or not.
Likes/Dislikes:
Dislikes
-Liars (though only if they lie to him)
-Traitors, oath-breakers (Alyx looks upon these people as the lowest scum)
-Dwarves
-Dogs
-Wolves
-Fire
-Being insulted
Likes
-Bloodshed
-Artifacts
-Things he’s never seen before
-“Interesting” objects, stories and the like
-Traveling to “new” places
-Meeting other werecats (seeing as there’s so few of their species, Alyx delights in meeting another of his kind)
-Books
-Being flattered
Family: Nobody. Seriously. And if there really are some of his kin left (which Alyx doubts), then they have no clue who he is and vice versa. Though, if you want to get into terms of who he considered family, there’s Alyx’s first master, now deceased.
Brief History: Alyx was born at midnight to a house cat. His siblings were stillborn, and his mother devoted much of her attentions to him. When he first began showing signs that he was a werecat, his mother vanished and Alyx never saw her again. He was nursed with cow’s milk directly from the hand of his master, who kept him safe throughout his early years. Alyx was a devoted – pet, you could call him, though he’d much prefer companion – to the middle-aged man who’d once owned Alyx’s mother.
Master, the only name Alyx knew him by, raised Alyx and earned the werecat’s everlasting adoration and loyalty – well, the loyalty bit pushes it a bit far, as his master’s been dead for just over sixty years. Alyx’s condition was known to his master, but was pretty much a secret to the rest of Therinsford, where they lived. Since Alyx spent a good deal of time in his Master’s house, he soon asked to learn the alphabet and in a few months, Alyx could read. He enjoyed it very much.
Life went on pleasantly for Alyx until his Master died of old age when Alyx was fourteen years old. Panicked, he fled Therinsford and left for Carvahall. Alyx lived primarily in the Spine, but he occasionally ventured out. He stayed there for a good sixteen years, until one day he decided to visit a merchant in his boy-form. However, Alyx, having ignored human civilization for the most part, knew little of their customs. He arrived naked in his boy form, and if that wasn’t enough, his ivory-white skin, messy brown hair and bizarre wine-red eyes made him stand out from the crowd.
Alyx paid little attention to the bystanders, who stared at him, as he purchased clothing and a pair of daggers, along with their sheaths with money he had stolen from various places, along the years. He put on the clothing, and after mixing up their uses several times, Alyx managed to figure out the uses of his newly acquired clothing, and attempted to be more inconspicuous. This was near impossible, for Carvahall was rather small and most had seen him. Those that had not were told of what he looked like and before long, a group of men approached Alyx and stuffed him into a sack before he could consent or protest.
He turned from form to form, shifting and fighting, but to no avail, for the sack was hard to penetrate, even with his claws. Alyx began to cut himself out with a dagger when the sack opened and a hand grasped him by the hair. A sharp blow to his temple, and Alyx was knocked out. He awoke in Dras-Leona, but the next thing he knew, there was a peculiar collar around his neck and he could not shift into cat form. He listened passively as he was auctioned off to the highest bidder, a rich man in Teirm.
Alyx was a slave, used primarily as an object of wealth and he was a trophy boy, to his great disgust. As a rare ‘object’ but still a disobedient ‘boy child’ (at this time, Alyx looked like he was five), his new master allowed the guards –for what rich man would /not/ have guards? - to beat him frequently. They had no qualms, thinking him to be an unnatural creature that did not deserve to live. Often, Alyx was beaten within an inch of his life. Before long, he detested humans and longed for freedom. He endured roughly ten years of this treatment and slavery.
One day, by rubbing his mistress’ perfume about his neck, Alyx managed to loosen the collar enough to escape. He stole a pair of his master’s favorite trousers – chopping off part of it at the end so it didn’t drag, and tying rope around his waist to keep the pants from slipping off his skinny frame – and a shirt, which he similarly destroyed. Alyx also stole a pouch which he tied around his neck. In the pouch lay a pair of daggers and all the gold he steal from them (and cram into the pouch). Getting out of the estate was more difficult, as the master and mistress of the house had no children and he was so obvious. Alyx hacked off parts of his hair (which had been groomed to make him look more like a porcelain doll than a boy) and escaped out a window.
He vanished to various towns and became a mercenary, desperate for the blood of humans. Alyx cared little for who was considered ‘innocent’ and it didn’t mean a thing to him. As far as he’s concerned, all humans are inherently evil – with the exception of Alyx’s first master, o’course. He soon became curious of the world’s treasures and – still a scholar at heart from his kittenhood – and began to accept ‘jobs’ as he put it, in return for these valuable items. He had a solid steel safe forged when he was about fifty-two.
Alyx paid fifty burly men to dig up the hole for his safe and then to place it into the hole at a peculiar angle, so it faced the tree right next to it. The men thought this was odd, but never had much time to ponder it. A heartless killer, Alyx killed the men in their sleep and dragged their bodies away, never to be found. He does not feel remorse for his actions. The safe is buried little ways away from Belatona, a favorite town of Alyx’s. It faces a dead, ancient tree, which is hollow. Alyx found a small hole near its base and clawed a hole to the safe, so that he can get to – and even into – the safe without it being found. Over the years, the humans near the ‘Blood Tree’, as both Alyx and the villagers refer to it, have come to regard Alyx’s dwelling with fear and superstition. He definitely encourages their fear of the tree, reappearing in Belatona every now and then.
Twenty years went by and Alyx traveled far and high in search of adventure and objects to add to his collection. Then, quite suddenly, Alyx began to hear tales of a rider called Eragon and his dragon Saphira. He wondered about them, but dismissed them as fairy tales. As time went by, and more riders appeared, Alyx came to the conclusion that they were real. And still amazed and bewildered – but above all, curious, Alyx set off in search of these living fairy tales, hoping for the adventure of a lifetime.
Anything extra: When in human form, Alyx looks like a human boy somewhere between the ages of six and nine. He has ivory-white skin that makes him look a tad bit sickly, especially compared to his wine-red eyes and dark hair. Due to his love of blood and hatred of humankind, Alyx does offer his services as a mercenary.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Alyx in Werecat form
