Name: Richard Romano
Age (Prior): 24
Appearance (Former):
Quite handsome for the average College kid, standing at a well respected 5'11" 165lbs. Dark brown hair and Deep green eyes. Hair always kept neat and parted as is his grooming standards.
Appearance (Current):
An ugly, drooling, snarling beast! Hunching over and still at 6' 2" 190lbs of itchy hair and muscle and KNOTS! Knots everywhere! White matted fur covering his entire body. The only thing that remained the same was his Green eyes.
Race: WolfBeast
Personality: Cheerfull, smart, timid. borderline introverted with not a harmfull bone in his body. Will jump to help anyone if you simply ask, a little too trusting for his own well being. One look in his eyes and you can feel his kind nature.
Skills: (Prior)- Minor medicinal knowledge and minor herbal knowledge from college classes, whatever random facts he gets from the internet when not playing video games and a whole bunch of experience playing his favorite RPG "Blades and Trebuchets".
(Current)- Physically Stronger than he was prior but not by much, 3x faster and the reflexes that come with it. His sense of smell is quite sensitive and his eyesight can see a bit better in the dark, but no change from the usual during the day. It seems that he does not tire out as easily as he used to either.
History: Born and raised in middleclass Brooklyn, New York. A loving yet equally annoying family including two older brothers and a little sister to call his own. Always fighting eachother for attention in such a small house was a constant game. A fun game that he enjoyed no matter the jealous looks he got when showing off. This went on full into his graduating year of high school, that was when everything took a turn for the worse. His little sister became ill with cancer, his other brothers constantly fought each other over women to the point of almost leaving eachother hospitalized, and his parents grown old and tired kinda just "gave up" and let them all do what they wanted with the exception of his little sister whom soaked up all the attention as well as putting them in an equal amount of debt with hospital bills.
That "all too fun" game of attention, got very real very quick. Everybody started to struggle to find jobs and help out whatever way they can. The brothers started a small business working on cars with Richard being the smarter of the three handling the numbers. Every morning he would work at the garage and every evening night classes were taken as a means to avoid coming home to depression and illness. It wasnt long before his cell rang halfway between Herbology class with horrible news. His little sister was in intensive care, the cancer was spreading and getting worse. Richard ran from the college all the way to the hospital only blocks away, but by the time he got there it was already too late. His parents were crying over an empty bed and Richards two brothers were wrestling on the floor blaming eachother for not doing something to help. Richard just stood there and took a silent vow that he wouldnt cry, not now , not ever. He had to be strong, if not for himself then at least for the others.
A month passed, the brothers quit the garage and their mother turned catatonic from the stress. Richard had nothing better to do during than sit and play computer games as he helped his father with his mothers lifeless body. Every morning, he helped to pull his mother out of her lifeless trance doing mundane tasks for them all hoping it will in some small way help. When not doing anything he wasted his time on "Blades and Trebuchets" an RPG that if only for a small instance took him away from this world. If only he could crawl into that dimly lit monitor and stay there...
Other: Obviously his body has changed and in Richards own opinion, changed for the worse. Why did he become such a hairy, stinky, drooling beast? Why doesnt his words come out as clearly as before? And why cant he get these damn knots out?!?!?
Age (Prior): 24
Appearance (Former):
Quite handsome for the average College kid, standing at a well respected 5'11" 165lbs. Dark brown hair and Deep green eyes. Hair always kept neat and parted as is his grooming standards.
Appearance (Current):
An ugly, drooling, snarling beast! Hunching over and still at 6' 2" 190lbs of itchy hair and muscle and KNOTS! Knots everywhere! White matted fur covering his entire body. The only thing that remained the same was his Green eyes.Race: WolfBeast
Personality: Cheerfull, smart, timid. borderline introverted with not a harmfull bone in his body. Will jump to help anyone if you simply ask, a little too trusting for his own well being. One look in his eyes and you can feel his kind nature.
Skills: (Prior)- Minor medicinal knowledge and minor herbal knowledge from college classes, whatever random facts he gets from the internet when not playing video games and a whole bunch of experience playing his favorite RPG "Blades and Trebuchets".
(Current)- Physically Stronger than he was prior but not by much, 3x faster and the reflexes that come with it. His sense of smell is quite sensitive and his eyesight can see a bit better in the dark, but no change from the usual during the day. It seems that he does not tire out as easily as he used to either.
History: Born and raised in middleclass Brooklyn, New York. A loving yet equally annoying family including two older brothers and a little sister to call his own. Always fighting eachother for attention in such a small house was a constant game. A fun game that he enjoyed no matter the jealous looks he got when showing off. This went on full into his graduating year of high school, that was when everything took a turn for the worse. His little sister became ill with cancer, his other brothers constantly fought each other over women to the point of almost leaving eachother hospitalized, and his parents grown old and tired kinda just "gave up" and let them all do what they wanted with the exception of his little sister whom soaked up all the attention as well as putting them in an equal amount of debt with hospital bills.
That "all too fun" game of attention, got very real very quick. Everybody started to struggle to find jobs and help out whatever way they can. The brothers started a small business working on cars with Richard being the smarter of the three handling the numbers. Every morning he would work at the garage and every evening night classes were taken as a means to avoid coming home to depression and illness. It wasnt long before his cell rang halfway between Herbology class with horrible news. His little sister was in intensive care, the cancer was spreading and getting worse. Richard ran from the college all the way to the hospital only blocks away, but by the time he got there it was already too late. His parents were crying over an empty bed and Richards two brothers were wrestling on the floor blaming eachother for not doing something to help. Richard just stood there and took a silent vow that he wouldnt cry, not now , not ever. He had to be strong, if not for himself then at least for the others.
A month passed, the brothers quit the garage and their mother turned catatonic from the stress. Richard had nothing better to do during than sit and play computer games as he helped his father with his mothers lifeless body. Every morning, he helped to pull his mother out of her lifeless trance doing mundane tasks for them all hoping it will in some small way help. When not doing anything he wasted his time on "Blades and Trebuchets" an RPG that if only for a small instance took him away from this world. If only he could crawl into that dimly lit monitor and stay there...
Other: Obviously his body has changed and in Richards own opinion, changed for the worse. Why did he become such a hairy, stinky, drooling beast? Why doesnt his words come out as clearly as before? And why cant he get these damn knots out?!?!?