Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 4, 2013 22:49:09 GMT -7
Name;; Ivan Strauss
Werewolf Name;; Illex – Lawless, illicit
Age;; 25
Gender;; Male
Sexuality;; Completely straight and a homophobe to boot.
Occupation;; Drug dealer
Rank;; Subordinate
Type;; Born
Ability;; Though most wolves are graced with their agility just by being one, Ivan seems to transcend the natural speed of the beasts that coexist with the humans.
Face Claim;; Vinnie Woolston
Appearance;; Human – He stands at 6'3" and harbors a sturdy body. Despite the drugs he peddles and indulges in, he doesn't do it enough to let it deteriorate his body. He keeps as fit as he can manage, honing himself partially out of obsession, partially out of the need to be able to fend for himself. His skin is a pale copper, lightly tanned but overall a healthy color. He's not much for heavy, dark tans. At least, not for himself. He keeps himself generally clean-shaven, as well, though has let stubble grow in from time to time. His hair is thick and wavy, reaching to touch his shoulderblades. In low lighting it tends to be a dark brown, but when light hits it it seems to have lighter chestnut highlights blended into it. He does have hints of sideburns, though they are typically trimmed short to a fuzz. For the most part he bundles his hair back into a ponytail.
His eyes are a lighter blue that are almost gray, crystalline in color and almost watery in appearance. Nothing too striking. What is, however, are the tattoos he has accumulated. Looping around his right shoulder and traveling down his side to his hip is the more intricate one. The detailed design seems to weave through his very flesh. Framed down his right arm is the embroidered lettering "Te Arawa". On the left side of his chest there is a black-hooded skeleton's head, mouth open and filled with sharp teeth. More tattoos can be found on the inside of his left arm, though the two mentioned are the most noticeable ones.
As for his clothes, he is a quirky fellow. He will go for just about anything that has pockets. Especially jackets. Leather is his choice of jackets and coats, but as said before; he will go for just about anything. Suits, tank tops. denim, regular T-shirts. The only thing he refuses to wear are shorts. Of course, he wouldn't put on simply anything. He has a good taste for clothes, he likes to think. Jeans are his choice of pants, most of the time snug but never tight or skinny. He likes flexibility. He carries around his neck a pure gold chain with a seemingly heavy pendant. The crucifix is gold on its own, though on the front is a light sheen of silver that he tends to try and keep away from his skin but sometimes it slips and gives him a little bit of burns. It is probably about the most valuable thing on him, so for the most part it is tucked away in his shirt. He also fancies wearing larger rings. They could be plain bands or holding some sizable pendants of their own. If he does wear rings, they generally are displayed on all or close to all fingers.
Feral – His feral form is that of an arctic wolf. His legs are long and his muscles toned. His shoulders are broad, dipping to a flat chest with longer tresses draped about it. His nape is the same way, thicker than most wolves. Of course, non would have to worry about being able to tell him apart from a real wolf in the distance. Despite his longer limbs and stocky body that seems to surpass the mass of an actual wolf, the tattoos he gained in his human form translates to his feral form and any beyond.
He stands at 4'2" at the shoulders and weighs in at 158 pounds, and while most might think him larger than others he is not as large as some have become. He is more built for speed and cunning than he is brute strength, but he does have his fair share of muscle. His tattoos are no special color, only black like they are on his human form, looping around his shoulders and adorning his legs where they might translate to as well as across his chest. He is a sight to behold, though plain if you think in ways of colors. Black and white suits him.
Though this is not what is especially peculiar about him. Starting at the base of his neck you can find cream-colored spikes traveling down his spine. They are not large in size, though are thicker at their base before sharpening to a point. They each are generally the same size which is a few inches, give or take, but mostly they are all the same size. They point backwards, going down to the base of his tail before they stop. They are not particularly useful for anything, but they are not pleasant to land on if someone jumps upon his back. If that happens, he tends to bruise a bit and get a stiff spine, as they are extensions of his bone and he can still feel them.
Now on to his eyes.
His eyes are a fierce silver color. They seem to be made of pure silver themselves, though obviously that cannot be the case. They change hues in different lighting, as a piece of silver metal would when turned in a hand under a light. Then there are some golden flecks in his eyes. They trail out from his pupils, thin and narrow and hard to catch unless the light is shining upon them just right.
Were – Personally, Ivan prefers his feral form over his were form. He likes the power and the perspective that comes with the were form, but he tends to be sneakier when he's in his feral form which is crucial for when he moves about the city. His were form is eight feet tall exactly and doesn't tend to push the envelope. He weighs in at 614 pounds, his paws large and long and limbs muscled and lean. Again, his tattoos translate to all of his forms. With this one it is easier to discern as the were form is humanesque in some ways. His ears are large and long and seem dusted with a pale golden color. Unlike his feral form he has only a little bit of difference in his coloration. This golden color drapes across his shoulders, traveling down his back and rump to the tip of his tail in a faint sheen that seems to appear the most when the light hits it just right.
The rest is as white and black as he usually is. His claws are long and black as well. The spikes upon his back grow a bit longer in this form, angling backwards a bit more and thus lying a little more horizontal to his back but still a sight to see. His teeth tend to stick out of his lips a little more in this form, though not a lot and nothing too serious. The hair around his neck is indeed longer and longer than the rough fluff of his feral form. It hangs down a little more around his shoulders like his hair in his human form, the golden color dashing at the tips. His eyes are the same as his feral form though the golden flecks within them are brighter and more shimmery. The flecks seem to grow larger as well, and more noticeable.
Argentum – The form that is the most curious and the most feared. The form that is rare and untouched amidst the werewolf world. Of course, one could always speculate what he would look like in this form. Ivan would stand at about 10’3” and weigh about 912 lbs. His limbs would be longer and more muscled, his fur darkening to a sort of silver color rather than pure white. His tattoos would be present, though outlined in a bright gold rather than just the simple black silhouette found on his other forms. His ears would elongate, his teeth with them, and his snout would be longer and heavier and fiercer. His angled features would take on a more exotic look, though dangerously so. The gold that sprinkles his back and nape on his were form would darken and thicken. His tail and longer hairs about his neck would be more spiky and definitely longer.
The spikes upon his back would sharpen and narrow out, and grow until they were nearly a foot or so long. Though unlike his were-form they would not flatten more along his spine and instead jut out more, curving at the tips. His silver and gold flecked eyes would darken to a sort of charcoal color in low light, and a dusty gray in the light. The golden flecks would grow larger and brighter until his eyes were nearly a bright gold though they would not be completely there. Overall, he would be a dangerous beauty to behold if he achieved this form.
Personality;; He is strictly business and leisure, and not in that order. He is a level-headed guy in all the right ways and witty when it calls for it. He likes to think of himself as... classy, in a way. Though never to the point of being pompous. He is brash at times to the point of being overbearing. This, of course, reveals his inner douchebag. He has a sharp tongue and uses it well to get under everyone's skin, to provoke and drive the person mad. He is a definite instigator, and loves to see the world crash and burn around him while he watches on in satisfaction. A master manipulator, by his standards, and good enough with smooth-talking that some do not even like to talk to him.
He loves to throw people off track, and come at them from left field. He likes to watch what makes people tick, what sets their fuse. In turn, he uses that against them just to watch them squirm, or get pissed. He can't help himself. He is intelligent and sarcastic, and loves to over exaggerate things from time to time. He is passionate about the things he sets his mind on, and nothing could shake his grip from that. Determination is the next factor that is dominant within him. If he is dead set on something, he will not let go of it until it is overcome. He is strong in this aspect, though therein lies a flaw. He gets too attached to the task at hand, too obsessive. To the point where failure is simply maddening.
He is not the kind of guy to piss off, either. If you do, you are in for a psycho's treat. It is as if every dark thought and being within him rises to the surface like a cornered beast ready to strike and draw blood. He is unfair in his fights, for the most part, and will do anything to gain the upper hand. He hates being belittled, and will not accept defeat in any way. He is vengeful in the way that if he were to be beaten, he will turn around and make sure he gets back at them in the cruelest, most painful way. He is unafraid of guilt, and does not seem to have that feeling at all. If he does, it is buried beneath all of the careless arrogance. Which brings us to our next point; he can be quite egotistical. He denies it in the smoothest way he can, but it is certainly unmistakable. He grows infuriated over time if someone continuously attacks his ego. He has had enough success in his past to let that happen. Another thing he despises is being told 'no'.
Ah, a word that fits into any context, but means only one thing: simply no. This word affects him the most when dealing with women. Most of the time he can pass off being aggressively charming and get what he wants in the end. However, if a women tells him "no", all bets are off about him trying to use his charm. He reverts to aggression, and the urge to dominant rears up inside of him and he simply won't stop at that one, blunt, two-lettered word. He takes what he wants and that has been the mentality and action that makes him a successful businessman today. And an alive one. He is very much for caution and contemplation.
He can be extremely impulsive, sure, but never stupid. He analyzes things, observant as can be, and tries the make the most educated decisions as he can. And again, that is what makes him such a successful and safe businessman.
He has a thing for gore, many would notice. After all, curiosity is in human nature and everyone is always eager to see things that disgust them even though they know going in it will, right? Right. Ivan is strange in this way, though he IS a werewolf. He is hardly disgusted by anything. If there is a car crash, he'll be one of the first ones there, to watch on and eagerly wait to see if anyone had been injured or killed. He would be the first to eagerly join in on a fight, whether speculating or tossing himself into the fray just for the hell of it. Chaos excites him, what can be said? If the carnage involves animals of any kind, though, he will be disgusted. If it had anything to do with animal abuse, instant rage would take hold of him. This is when he has to be careful of letting himself go. He does dangerous, impulsive things when enraged. But doesn't everybody?
Considering his past and his utmost love for animals, some might say he pulled his head above the rocky waters of his childhood and teen years and managed to be what he wanted to be. Wrong. On the outside he is a raunchily charming fellow with a sharp tongue and wit and a knack for humor, but on the inside he is cold and calculating. He is disaster waiting to happen.
Yet despite all of this, these things that contradict what the pack is all about, he is definitely a pack man. He knows he is better off within a pack, even though he has issues with authority every now and again. He respects his alpha, though only his alpha and that can both be a problem but also be the only thing that keeps him from being THE problem. He tends to stay away from the others unless he deems them worthy of being around. He will protect his pack, but only for the pack's sake and there never is usually a deeper meaning when he rescues a pack member or helps them.
History;; I could say that my past was a horrible sob story and that my life sucks now. But then I would be lying. I enjoyed it all, even if I didn’t know any better when I was younger. I know now, and looking back on it all, I realize I didn’t know shit about anything. That’s why it all got to me and still does sometimes. But I’m ahead of myself. Let’s rewind a bit. I don’t remember much as a child, but that is to be expected. My father’s name is Jeremy Strauss. He met my mother when the company he was working at merged with another. People got transferred, people got laid off. Good ol’ Jeremy? He got promoted. And that’s how he met Ellen. She’s a respectable lady, by far. Of course, I would love to smack her one still. For being such a dumbass. But that will come later in this little story of mine. Back to Jeremy and the whole meeting each other thing. They start talking and getting together after work, and eventually it climbs into something more, something serious. Fine by me. I wasn’t even existing during those times. Anyways, they go about their business doing the whole dating thing and loving each other. Eventually they get married and happy times are in store for them. Ellen finds out she’s pregnant, then.
They were totally prepared, though, and ready to have a child. Ellen was strong throughout the pregnancy, from what I understand, and had it pretty easygoing. Even the childbirth part went smoothly. Which is all anybody could hope for. My birth name had been Stephen Holden but let’s keep that to ourselves. My life was sagely normal, so to speak. Mother and father bickered from time to time, but they always seemed to resolve it with ease in the long run. I was living in a one-story house with just my parents. It was great, really. Ellen got pregnant again when I was around five years old. I was young and curious, and asked a bunch of questions they weren’t ready to answer yet, so my curiosity was never sated. All I know is that by the time it was summer I was being hauled to the hospital and we waited for hours on end. Ellen had yet another easy labor. Within a few days father returned with mother from the hospital with a bundle in her arms. Ah, how beautiful the child was. Rachel, they said they had named her. My new baby sister. I always wondered who coined that phrase. “Your new baby” anything. As if they were disposable goods that could be easily replaced. Perhaps that was what was going through father’s head when he decided to do the things he did.
Oh, look at me getting ahead of myself yet again. Ellen and Jeremy were both in the Kalecto pack. Now, the ancient blood runs in the Lucanter pack with all their wild senses and living in the trees but let me tell you that Jeremy was not always in Kalecto. In fact, he had been in Lucanter for a good while until they decided they wanted to be peacemakers. Jeremy was very much not for that, being the prideful man he is. So he left and integrated into the big city. And here we are now. Living among the humans we actually kind of really don’t even like but what can you really do? I attended school like a good little boy but school was never my strong suit. I was too disruptive and not really feelin’ the vibes. But my father wanted me to go and therefor I would. Rachel enrolled with me, and we just kept on going on. I mean we lived pretty normal lives. Our father taught us some ancient lore and taught us all the tricks of the trade. You know the stuff that happens behind closed doors. The stuff the humans don’t really know about and don’t really care to understand. I was a born wolf but I still had yet to get my form or my name for that matter.
I was excited for that, let me tell you. Jeremy chalked it up as a great tradition and a milestone in the lives of a werewolf and I was stoked for that day to happen. I was fourteen when I shifted for the first time. It was a little frightening at first, don’t get me wrong. It was a new experience and even though I knew my family would back me up it was strange nonetheless. It was terrible to control and energy consuming but I got the hang of it. It was then that my name became Illex. It was the feral form I grew attached to, however, but it was nice to shift into the were-form every now and again. It was especially effective when running from the police every now and again. I grew to know the back alleys and shadows of the cities better than most, though, so that never became a huge problem for me. I was already seventeen when Rachel underwent her first change at age twelve. She had the jump on me but I didn’t really care about that. I was surprised I had advanced this far in school, to be quite honest. Oh, right, I forgot a little detail: Jeremy was cheating on Ellen. The whole mating for life thing is absolute crap. She didn’t even know it, and it was with some lady in Lucanter. I don’t know her name but I caught them once. It was really pitiful, in all honesty. He begged me not to tell Ellen and let me tell you how hard that was. It wasn’t really that I cared for their marriage. It would have been endlessly amusing to watch THAT fight.
Of course, it wasn’t just Ellen he pissed off when that whole thing blew over. Turns out Jeremy’s lady friend wasn’t too faithful on her end, either. He was pretty pissed, let me tell you that much. It was at night when we heard the howl outside. It was off in the trees, but we heard it all the same. It was a rather angry one, and a challenge. Well I guess it wasn’t so much a challenge as him wanting to straight up murder Jeremy. He crashed through the door, all seven feet of him, and raised hell. My immediate thoughts went to Rachel. I didn’t want her to get hurt from all this bullshit. Jeremy and this guy duked it out all through the house and Ellen sat on her ass and did absolutely nothing. Oh, THAT pissed me off beyond belief. Who just does that? I mean, Jeremy was getting his ass kicked and all she did was try and run away from it. It was then that I witnessed an Argentum form. What a beastly monster that was. He killed the man but didn’t stop there. He was long gone at that point, and so close to a full moon I couldn’t handle that. I took Rachel and we left, hiding out in the forest while Jeremy charged through the streets. The police force was not long behind and caught up with him, popping him full of holes with their nifty silver bullets. So that was the end of Jeremy. Ellen was long gone, and it was just Rachel and I at that point. We sought refuge with the pack, and they took us in and we house hopped for a little while as we finished school. I graduated, surprisingly, but I didn’t take it any further than that.
Rachel was still in school when I was out, and I kind of looked after her until she finished. I was twenty three at that point and let me tell you I didn’t do too much. I got into the slums, so to speak. I met some people and they hooked me up. Soon after that I was peddling drugs to get some money, and boy let me tell you business was boomin’. Rachel didn’t like that, and she didn’t like me. I could give two shits less, really. I had some pretty fantastic ideals about what family was supposed to be like and our family was definitely not it. So off she went to college and that was the last I heard of her. She’s not in Kalecto anymore and I could only assume she wanders around or joined Lucanter for some reason. Whatever it is, she can just stay the hell away. I’m happy where I am now, and I would not do anything differently. Kalecto is where I belong and as they say: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. What better way to do that than live amongst them?
Mother;; Ellen Strauss
Father;; Jeremy Strauss
Siblings;;Rachel Strauss
Pets/Companions;;Starscream and Harlow - American pitbull terriers
Played By;;Isilzheha
Werewolf Name;; Illex – Lawless, illicit
Age;; 25
Gender;; Male
Sexuality;; Completely straight and a homophobe to boot.
Occupation;; Drug dealer
Rank;; Subordinate
Type;; Born
Ability;; Though most wolves are graced with their agility just by being one, Ivan seems to transcend the natural speed of the beasts that coexist with the humans.
Face Claim;; Vinnie Woolston
Appearance;; Human – He stands at 6'3" and harbors a sturdy body. Despite the drugs he peddles and indulges in, he doesn't do it enough to let it deteriorate his body. He keeps as fit as he can manage, honing himself partially out of obsession, partially out of the need to be able to fend for himself. His skin is a pale copper, lightly tanned but overall a healthy color. He's not much for heavy, dark tans. At least, not for himself. He keeps himself generally clean-shaven, as well, though has let stubble grow in from time to time. His hair is thick and wavy, reaching to touch his shoulderblades. In low lighting it tends to be a dark brown, but when light hits it it seems to have lighter chestnut highlights blended into it. He does have hints of sideburns, though they are typically trimmed short to a fuzz. For the most part he bundles his hair back into a ponytail.
His eyes are a lighter blue that are almost gray, crystalline in color and almost watery in appearance. Nothing too striking. What is, however, are the tattoos he has accumulated. Looping around his right shoulder and traveling down his side to his hip is the more intricate one. The detailed design seems to weave through his very flesh. Framed down his right arm is the embroidered lettering "Te Arawa". On the left side of his chest there is a black-hooded skeleton's head, mouth open and filled with sharp teeth. More tattoos can be found on the inside of his left arm, though the two mentioned are the most noticeable ones.
As for his clothes, he is a quirky fellow. He will go for just about anything that has pockets. Especially jackets. Leather is his choice of jackets and coats, but as said before; he will go for just about anything. Suits, tank tops. denim, regular T-shirts. The only thing he refuses to wear are shorts. Of course, he wouldn't put on simply anything. He has a good taste for clothes, he likes to think. Jeans are his choice of pants, most of the time snug but never tight or skinny. He likes flexibility. He carries around his neck a pure gold chain with a seemingly heavy pendant. The crucifix is gold on its own, though on the front is a light sheen of silver that he tends to try and keep away from his skin but sometimes it slips and gives him a little bit of burns. It is probably about the most valuable thing on him, so for the most part it is tucked away in his shirt. He also fancies wearing larger rings. They could be plain bands or holding some sizable pendants of their own. If he does wear rings, they generally are displayed on all or close to all fingers.
Feral – His feral form is that of an arctic wolf. His legs are long and his muscles toned. His shoulders are broad, dipping to a flat chest with longer tresses draped about it. His nape is the same way, thicker than most wolves. Of course, non would have to worry about being able to tell him apart from a real wolf in the distance. Despite his longer limbs and stocky body that seems to surpass the mass of an actual wolf, the tattoos he gained in his human form translates to his feral form and any beyond.
He stands at 4'2" at the shoulders and weighs in at 158 pounds, and while most might think him larger than others he is not as large as some have become. He is more built for speed and cunning than he is brute strength, but he does have his fair share of muscle. His tattoos are no special color, only black like they are on his human form, looping around his shoulders and adorning his legs where they might translate to as well as across his chest. He is a sight to behold, though plain if you think in ways of colors. Black and white suits him.
Though this is not what is especially peculiar about him. Starting at the base of his neck you can find cream-colored spikes traveling down his spine. They are not large in size, though are thicker at their base before sharpening to a point. They each are generally the same size which is a few inches, give or take, but mostly they are all the same size. They point backwards, going down to the base of his tail before they stop. They are not particularly useful for anything, but they are not pleasant to land on if someone jumps upon his back. If that happens, he tends to bruise a bit and get a stiff spine, as they are extensions of his bone and he can still feel them.
Now on to his eyes.
His eyes are a fierce silver color. They seem to be made of pure silver themselves, though obviously that cannot be the case. They change hues in different lighting, as a piece of silver metal would when turned in a hand under a light. Then there are some golden flecks in his eyes. They trail out from his pupils, thin and narrow and hard to catch unless the light is shining upon them just right.
Were – Personally, Ivan prefers his feral form over his were form. He likes the power and the perspective that comes with the were form, but he tends to be sneakier when he's in his feral form which is crucial for when he moves about the city. His were form is eight feet tall exactly and doesn't tend to push the envelope. He weighs in at 614 pounds, his paws large and long and limbs muscled and lean. Again, his tattoos translate to all of his forms. With this one it is easier to discern as the were form is humanesque in some ways. His ears are large and long and seem dusted with a pale golden color. Unlike his feral form he has only a little bit of difference in his coloration. This golden color drapes across his shoulders, traveling down his back and rump to the tip of his tail in a faint sheen that seems to appear the most when the light hits it just right.
The rest is as white and black as he usually is. His claws are long and black as well. The spikes upon his back grow a bit longer in this form, angling backwards a bit more and thus lying a little more horizontal to his back but still a sight to see. His teeth tend to stick out of his lips a little more in this form, though not a lot and nothing too serious. The hair around his neck is indeed longer and longer than the rough fluff of his feral form. It hangs down a little more around his shoulders like his hair in his human form, the golden color dashing at the tips. His eyes are the same as his feral form though the golden flecks within them are brighter and more shimmery. The flecks seem to grow larger as well, and more noticeable.
Argentum – The form that is the most curious and the most feared. The form that is rare and untouched amidst the werewolf world. Of course, one could always speculate what he would look like in this form. Ivan would stand at about 10’3” and weigh about 912 lbs. His limbs would be longer and more muscled, his fur darkening to a sort of silver color rather than pure white. His tattoos would be present, though outlined in a bright gold rather than just the simple black silhouette found on his other forms. His ears would elongate, his teeth with them, and his snout would be longer and heavier and fiercer. His angled features would take on a more exotic look, though dangerously so. The gold that sprinkles his back and nape on his were form would darken and thicken. His tail and longer hairs about his neck would be more spiky and definitely longer.
The spikes upon his back would sharpen and narrow out, and grow until they were nearly a foot or so long. Though unlike his were-form they would not flatten more along his spine and instead jut out more, curving at the tips. His silver and gold flecked eyes would darken to a sort of charcoal color in low light, and a dusty gray in the light. The golden flecks would grow larger and brighter until his eyes were nearly a bright gold though they would not be completely there. Overall, he would be a dangerous beauty to behold if he achieved this form.
Personality;; He is strictly business and leisure, and not in that order. He is a level-headed guy in all the right ways and witty when it calls for it. He likes to think of himself as... classy, in a way. Though never to the point of being pompous. He is brash at times to the point of being overbearing. This, of course, reveals his inner douchebag. He has a sharp tongue and uses it well to get under everyone's skin, to provoke and drive the person mad. He is a definite instigator, and loves to see the world crash and burn around him while he watches on in satisfaction. A master manipulator, by his standards, and good enough with smooth-talking that some do not even like to talk to him.
He loves to throw people off track, and come at them from left field. He likes to watch what makes people tick, what sets their fuse. In turn, he uses that against them just to watch them squirm, or get pissed. He can't help himself. He is intelligent and sarcastic, and loves to over exaggerate things from time to time. He is passionate about the things he sets his mind on, and nothing could shake his grip from that. Determination is the next factor that is dominant within him. If he is dead set on something, he will not let go of it until it is overcome. He is strong in this aspect, though therein lies a flaw. He gets too attached to the task at hand, too obsessive. To the point where failure is simply maddening.
He is not the kind of guy to piss off, either. If you do, you are in for a psycho's treat. It is as if every dark thought and being within him rises to the surface like a cornered beast ready to strike and draw blood. He is unfair in his fights, for the most part, and will do anything to gain the upper hand. He hates being belittled, and will not accept defeat in any way. He is vengeful in the way that if he were to be beaten, he will turn around and make sure he gets back at them in the cruelest, most painful way. He is unafraid of guilt, and does not seem to have that feeling at all. If he does, it is buried beneath all of the careless arrogance. Which brings us to our next point; he can be quite egotistical. He denies it in the smoothest way he can, but it is certainly unmistakable. He grows infuriated over time if someone continuously attacks his ego. He has had enough success in his past to let that happen. Another thing he despises is being told 'no'.
Ah, a word that fits into any context, but means only one thing: simply no. This word affects him the most when dealing with women. Most of the time he can pass off being aggressively charming and get what he wants in the end. However, if a women tells him "no", all bets are off about him trying to use his charm. He reverts to aggression, and the urge to dominant rears up inside of him and he simply won't stop at that one, blunt, two-lettered word. He takes what he wants and that has been the mentality and action that makes him a successful businessman today. And an alive one. He is very much for caution and contemplation.
He can be extremely impulsive, sure, but never stupid. He analyzes things, observant as can be, and tries the make the most educated decisions as he can. And again, that is what makes him such a successful and safe businessman.
He has a thing for gore, many would notice. After all, curiosity is in human nature and everyone is always eager to see things that disgust them even though they know going in it will, right? Right. Ivan is strange in this way, though he IS a werewolf. He is hardly disgusted by anything. If there is a car crash, he'll be one of the first ones there, to watch on and eagerly wait to see if anyone had been injured or killed. He would be the first to eagerly join in on a fight, whether speculating or tossing himself into the fray just for the hell of it. Chaos excites him, what can be said? If the carnage involves animals of any kind, though, he will be disgusted. If it had anything to do with animal abuse, instant rage would take hold of him. This is when he has to be careful of letting himself go. He does dangerous, impulsive things when enraged. But doesn't everybody?
Considering his past and his utmost love for animals, some might say he pulled his head above the rocky waters of his childhood and teen years and managed to be what he wanted to be. Wrong. On the outside he is a raunchily charming fellow with a sharp tongue and wit and a knack for humor, but on the inside he is cold and calculating. He is disaster waiting to happen.
Yet despite all of this, these things that contradict what the pack is all about, he is definitely a pack man. He knows he is better off within a pack, even though he has issues with authority every now and again. He respects his alpha, though only his alpha and that can both be a problem but also be the only thing that keeps him from being THE problem. He tends to stay away from the others unless he deems them worthy of being around. He will protect his pack, but only for the pack's sake and there never is usually a deeper meaning when he rescues a pack member or helps them.
History;; I could say that my past was a horrible sob story and that my life sucks now. But then I would be lying. I enjoyed it all, even if I didn’t know any better when I was younger. I know now, and looking back on it all, I realize I didn’t know shit about anything. That’s why it all got to me and still does sometimes. But I’m ahead of myself. Let’s rewind a bit. I don’t remember much as a child, but that is to be expected. My father’s name is Jeremy Strauss. He met my mother when the company he was working at merged with another. People got transferred, people got laid off. Good ol’ Jeremy? He got promoted. And that’s how he met Ellen. She’s a respectable lady, by far. Of course, I would love to smack her one still. For being such a dumbass. But that will come later in this little story of mine. Back to Jeremy and the whole meeting each other thing. They start talking and getting together after work, and eventually it climbs into something more, something serious. Fine by me. I wasn’t even existing during those times. Anyways, they go about their business doing the whole dating thing and loving each other. Eventually they get married and happy times are in store for them. Ellen finds out she’s pregnant, then.
They were totally prepared, though, and ready to have a child. Ellen was strong throughout the pregnancy, from what I understand, and had it pretty easygoing. Even the childbirth part went smoothly. Which is all anybody could hope for. My birth name had been Stephen Holden but let’s keep that to ourselves. My life was sagely normal, so to speak. Mother and father bickered from time to time, but they always seemed to resolve it with ease in the long run. I was living in a one-story house with just my parents. It was great, really. Ellen got pregnant again when I was around five years old. I was young and curious, and asked a bunch of questions they weren’t ready to answer yet, so my curiosity was never sated. All I know is that by the time it was summer I was being hauled to the hospital and we waited for hours on end. Ellen had yet another easy labor. Within a few days father returned with mother from the hospital with a bundle in her arms. Ah, how beautiful the child was. Rachel, they said they had named her. My new baby sister. I always wondered who coined that phrase. “Your new baby” anything. As if they were disposable goods that could be easily replaced. Perhaps that was what was going through father’s head when he decided to do the things he did.
Oh, look at me getting ahead of myself yet again. Ellen and Jeremy were both in the Kalecto pack. Now, the ancient blood runs in the Lucanter pack with all their wild senses and living in the trees but let me tell you that Jeremy was not always in Kalecto. In fact, he had been in Lucanter for a good while until they decided they wanted to be peacemakers. Jeremy was very much not for that, being the prideful man he is. So he left and integrated into the big city. And here we are now. Living among the humans we actually kind of really don’t even like but what can you really do? I attended school like a good little boy but school was never my strong suit. I was too disruptive and not really feelin’ the vibes. But my father wanted me to go and therefor I would. Rachel enrolled with me, and we just kept on going on. I mean we lived pretty normal lives. Our father taught us some ancient lore and taught us all the tricks of the trade. You know the stuff that happens behind closed doors. The stuff the humans don’t really know about and don’t really care to understand. I was a born wolf but I still had yet to get my form or my name for that matter.
I was excited for that, let me tell you. Jeremy chalked it up as a great tradition and a milestone in the lives of a werewolf and I was stoked for that day to happen. I was fourteen when I shifted for the first time. It was a little frightening at first, don’t get me wrong. It was a new experience and even though I knew my family would back me up it was strange nonetheless. It was terrible to control and energy consuming but I got the hang of it. It was then that my name became Illex. It was the feral form I grew attached to, however, but it was nice to shift into the were-form every now and again. It was especially effective when running from the police every now and again. I grew to know the back alleys and shadows of the cities better than most, though, so that never became a huge problem for me. I was already seventeen when Rachel underwent her first change at age twelve. She had the jump on me but I didn’t really care about that. I was surprised I had advanced this far in school, to be quite honest. Oh, right, I forgot a little detail: Jeremy was cheating on Ellen. The whole mating for life thing is absolute crap. She didn’t even know it, and it was with some lady in Lucanter. I don’t know her name but I caught them once. It was really pitiful, in all honesty. He begged me not to tell Ellen and let me tell you how hard that was. It wasn’t really that I cared for their marriage. It would have been endlessly amusing to watch THAT fight.
Of course, it wasn’t just Ellen he pissed off when that whole thing blew over. Turns out Jeremy’s lady friend wasn’t too faithful on her end, either. He was pretty pissed, let me tell you that much. It was at night when we heard the howl outside. It was off in the trees, but we heard it all the same. It was a rather angry one, and a challenge. Well I guess it wasn’t so much a challenge as him wanting to straight up murder Jeremy. He crashed through the door, all seven feet of him, and raised hell. My immediate thoughts went to Rachel. I didn’t want her to get hurt from all this bullshit. Jeremy and this guy duked it out all through the house and Ellen sat on her ass and did absolutely nothing. Oh, THAT pissed me off beyond belief. Who just does that? I mean, Jeremy was getting his ass kicked and all she did was try and run away from it. It was then that I witnessed an Argentum form. What a beastly monster that was. He killed the man but didn’t stop there. He was long gone at that point, and so close to a full moon I couldn’t handle that. I took Rachel and we left, hiding out in the forest while Jeremy charged through the streets. The police force was not long behind and caught up with him, popping him full of holes with their nifty silver bullets. So that was the end of Jeremy. Ellen was long gone, and it was just Rachel and I at that point. We sought refuge with the pack, and they took us in and we house hopped for a little while as we finished school. I graduated, surprisingly, but I didn’t take it any further than that.
Rachel was still in school when I was out, and I kind of looked after her until she finished. I was twenty three at that point and let me tell you I didn’t do too much. I got into the slums, so to speak. I met some people and they hooked me up. Soon after that I was peddling drugs to get some money, and boy let me tell you business was boomin’. Rachel didn’t like that, and she didn’t like me. I could give two shits less, really. I had some pretty fantastic ideals about what family was supposed to be like and our family was definitely not it. So off she went to college and that was the last I heard of her. She’s not in Kalecto anymore and I could only assume she wanders around or joined Lucanter for some reason. Whatever it is, she can just stay the hell away. I’m happy where I am now, and I would not do anything differently. Kalecto is where I belong and as they say: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. What better way to do that than live amongst them?
Mother;; Ellen Strauss
Father;; Jeremy Strauss
Siblings;;Rachel Strauss
Pets/Companions;;Starscream and Harlow - American pitbull terriers
Played By;;Isilzheha
