Israfel Van Orrick - M - Fehér

[/u]:; Israfel Van Orrick
FERAL APPELLCATION:; Fehér
SEX[/u]:; Male
STAGE OF DEVELOPMENT[/u]:; 20 Years Old
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:; Heterosexual
LINEAGE:; Born a werewolf. Descent of Hungarian ‘royalty’.

OUTER SHELL[/u]:; Bones. Bones and tendons entwining and embracing to construct and fabricate such a formation. Leaping forth from the earth, like a weed, growing straight upwards at a lithe height of 6’3”. Scrawny, not a projected portrayal of the young brute, muscular, yet not as large as that of others of his sex or age; weighing in at 172 pounds of lean muscle alone. Set in alabaster is thy appearance; flesh a milky tone like that of the coy moon itself. Tassels spill from the cranium in a bouquet of delightful flaxen, a dirtied ivory that seems to only grow more vibrant with age. Shells of the soul are set into the chiseled features of the face, dulled green that also seems to fade more and more as the years progress. Although the sight has been entirely stripped from the left eye, and in time will soon conquer other. Perhaps due to the progressive ocular albinism that clings to his genetic fabrication, soon enough his vision will be plagued by a milky pink pigmentation, as it already is in the sensual formation of his inner soul. As bones converge and flesh ripples, a metamorphosis into that of a powerful beast does Israfel change only slightly. Staying true to his detailed form as a human, the velveteen pelt is that of a platinum ivory, perhaps almost blinding in its extravagance. Eyes, give the truth behind the manifestation of his molecular structure, scintillating a brilliant and dulled cerise tone, the left an even more opaque tint to it. Within this form, he is still astonishingly tall, and does have a good amount of beef to him; a rival. In general, he’s a pretty boy, and may be mocked openly for it.

INNER SHELL[/u]:; Silence graces the silken lips of the young man. Although when they do part, intellect does spew forth from the great depths of him; thoughtful and strategic. The cardiac that beats deep within virile breast is cloaked in golden warmth of verity. A true warrior at heart, although Israfel will not present himself as such, and has chivalry to spare. Good of essence, he will fight to protect what is precious to him, although his is also somewhat very skittish at times do to the blindness in his left ocular. Shy, and sometimes wary, he is somewhat hard to engage, but once is, will provide to be a delight to be around.

TIME’S STORY[/b]:; In a time of curiosity and with the knowledge of the species of the werewolf, is where Israfel’s fable begins… A governmental agency commenced a top secret group and study to better understand and gain knowledge about the werewolf species. First projected as a small group, two brothers were the head of the study. The beginning of their experiment was to infiltrate the ranks of a werewolf society, which in itself was a huge and almost impossible task. Although, the eldest brother, Valentin, found his chance with that of a young werewolf named Aliz. A fire hearted, blonde beauty whose thick Hungarian accent brought to her an even more sublime and exotic theme. Although even with all this, Aliz had an immeasurable generosity and trust. Soon enough, Valentin and Aliz were certainly close friends, and the young man was introduced to her world, he swiftly began to gather data about the species.

Now that the group had infiltrated and begun to understand, Rafel, the younger brother proposed an even more in depth experiment. With data and information, the study could be pushed farther with more funding from the government. Step two? Impregnate a werewolf. There had been little known about the causes of the ‘disease’ which caused the species to somehow flourish or appear in the first place. A few agents were assigned to begin on this experiment, but it seemed Valentin was the only one able to get close enough to any werewolf. Soon enough the eldest brother was courting the Hungarian princess, and in his deception, the seed had been planted. Although there had also been a slight error in the entire experiment. Valentin had fallen in love…

What was to follow was a horrendous thing, the children were to be immediately stolen away from their mother’s and taken into a laboratory to be observed the rest of their lives, their DNA examined. With Rafel’s proclamation of where the study was heading, Valentin slipped off to his love, who now held within her arms, a fragile new born. In haste the two uprooted themselves and fled. Yet even now it had been too late, as brothers, Rafel was not oblivious to the fact of what had happened to his brother. The two were caught, and Valentin was murdered. Whereas Aliz only managed to escape, a silver bullet striking her back as she fled. With the last of her strength, the were-woman drug her dying body to an orphanage where she abandoned her new child. Upon knees that were bloodied, did she coddle her child, murmuring ”Fehér, Fehér…” Before handing the blonde baby to the woman at the door. Before any questions could be answered, Aliz briefly spit out ”Israfel.” pointing to her child, before she slipped into the night, trailing blood behind her…



Growing up in the orphanage, Israfel was always the shy child, always alone. Silent, but exceptionally intelligent, and he excelled in his schooling, and seemed wonderful with dogs. No one knew better about him. Of course, until his sixteenth birthday, a few days later there was a full moon… And in the night, whilst he slept amongst his ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ the moonlight struck his bed, and the boy crumpled and twisted into another creature, snarling and howling until he had the entire room in a befuddled shock. There was screaming, and objects being thrown at the white beast that struggled in his sheets, falling to the floor in confusion. Of course, even as a lupine, Israfel was still coy and gentle, and took to hiding beneath his bed in horror. It took at least three hours for the orphanage woman to draw Israfel out from his hiding place.


The next day, Israfel was shipped out of the orphanage, an under stuffed green backpack in hand...


*Face claim Mitch Hewer.

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