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1 Fredrick Xavier on Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:17 pm

Name: Fredrick Xavier

Age: Werewolf Years - 99 // Human Years - 26

Gender: Male

Requested Rank: Warrior

Pack: Eternal Darkness


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Joining Keys: -Keys have be-... you know the rest. ~Ze Evil Alphess

Summary:

Fredrick once lived the life of an ordinary college Football star. He'd trained his whole life to become the best he'd become, and his father had been proud when the letters came in the mail of all the colleges waiting to sign him in. It had always been his father's dream, to have his son follow in his footsteps and became a similar football star in comparison. Fredrick did't mind much, he too loved the sport. It also probably helped that his dad had been his coach ever since he'd started playing back in 5th grade. He and His father climbed to the top together. They spent almost every spare moment in the backyard, throwing the ball back and forth or practicing new moves for the field. It drove his mother crazy. Fredrick could recall how She'd yell out the kitchen window that supper was ready, and how he and his father would race to be the first one to the door, pushing down each other in the process. His mother would shake her head, grinning as she told them to wash up. Being a single child had been peaceful.

Once he'd started college he'd hardly visited his parents. They called regularly, asking how his classes were and if there were any girls he'd taken interest in, and his father always asking how the team was looking. "I'll be at every game!" He'd always say, his excitement matching that of a 3 year old's. Fredrick didn't tell them that he was falling behind in his studies, that he'd gotten a girl pregnant, or that he was 3rd in line as far as starting for football. The dissapointment would have killed them.

The first game day came, and Fredrick's father spent the whole day watching his son warm the bench. That night Fredrick had gone home with his parents, visiting for the first time. Over supper his father finally let loose of the rage he'd been holding, slamming his silverware onto the table. "What the hell was that anyway? Who does that fat bellied coach think he is, sitting you on the side! You could have done well better than that pathetic Favre." The conversation escalated quickly, agruement broke out over the table. Fredrick and his father yelling back and forth, Fredrick letting loose about his grades and the women who had to have an abortion because of him. His mother started to cry, begging them to stop argueing. His father screamed at him to get out of the house, so he went. Fredrick ran, down the street, kicking garbage cans over and causing yard dogs to yip and bark at the commotion. Immature and unaware, Fredrick banged an old high school friend before returning home, ready to have another go with his dad. But when he reached home, he was stopped short by the flashing of red, blue, and white lights.

His father had had a heart attack while he'd been gone. The Doctors said it was because of a severe rise in blood pressure. Neighbors had gathered around the front lawn, a few gathered around his mother who was in a mess of snotty tissues. The doctors zipped the black body bag closed, loaded the body into the back of an ambulance, and slowly faded away down the street. Fredrick was still standing down the street, underneith a streetsiide lamp. He flinched as the ambulance went by, and eventually the rest of the cars followed. Fredrick left shortly after them.

We all know what comes next. Stupid kid falls into the wrong crowd, makes poor decisions, and along the way ends up in a bar drunk of his ass. He stumbles his way home, attempting to make his way through the alley. A women appears further down, and begins to slink towards him. Fredrick welcomes her with open arms, his speech slurred as he mumbles about her coming home with him. He barely remembers the mischevious gleam in her green optics, noting how they were shaped oddly as if she was wearing one of those strange sets of contacts. Oddly enough, she did help him home, even slept with him that night. It was in the morning that she showed her true form, not fully of course. Just a little peak of the fangs and a slight body transformation. Fredrick had assumed he was still out of it and was seeing things, until she bit him. Then came the pain and suffering, the change, and here we have a new being. One who likes to use his new strength to his advantage. He's regained his football formed body, his cocky arrogant smile, and the lust to have whatever he wants whenever he wants.

The woman that night awoke the sleeping piece within. Three days of screaming and bones cracking along with distorted body movements is what it took to free the beast. At the end of it all, in the mess of the basement where she'd left him locked up, stood a great white wolf. Patches of silver highlighted the fur, mostly around the ears, facial features, and tip of the tail. The eyes were a very lazy blue, almost grey. Xavier had been created. For nearly a week the wolf was in control and Fredrick was locked in the back of its mind. Helpless in the backround, Fredrick could only watch as the wolf fed on innocent streetlings, as well as the occasional stray cat. It was only at the end of the week they'd exchanged thoughts. The wolf was patient and talked him through the basics, most things they learned on the way. Fredrick gave him his last name, seeing as how the wolf had no memory of any such before. It seemed fitting, as well as kind of ironic in a humorous way. Fredrick smiles everytime he introduces himself, because while saying his first and last name, he's at the same time introducing his wolf.  

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[center]Fredrick stood amongst the dancing bodies, aware of the stench they gave off. It nearly suffocated him, all their scents mixed together, riding along a train that seemed to want to rush inside his nose all at once. It made him wrinkle his nose, his eyes narrowed as they searched the crowd for the familiar face. There. Across the room she sat near the bar, her head thrown back in laughter as her hand rested lazily on a grinning babboons thigh. Fredrick made his way towards the two, his ice blue eyes stormy, Xavier growling a warning to all they passed. They'd just broken the edge of the crowd when her silky head of hair swiveled towards them, a sly grin. She knew they'd come for her eventually. He stood still, watching as she whispered a silent goodbye to her friend. She stood, her attention on Fredrick instead of the poor slob who watched her walk towards him, his puppy dog eyes following her ass pathetically. As she neared Fredrick, his own eyes however trailed down her form. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she passed, becconing him to follow her onto the dance floor.

she dissapeared through the mass of sweaty bodies, her scent mixing with theirs. Fredrick nearly lost her. He gazed over the crowd, looking again for her, but she found him first. Her hands slid around his waist line, making their way into his front pockets. He turned around to face her, gripping her forearms to remove them from him. Her grin dissapeared and an expression of annoyance took it's place. "Don't be like that, you know he didn't mean anything to me..." He glared down at her, Xavier wishing to dig his claws into her hide. Fredrick kept him caged, sliding his own arm around her waist. His other hand extended three claws, using them to pull her head up towards his. "Prove it," He growled. She slid her hands over the muscles that lined his chest, moving them till they wrapped around the back of his neck. She pulled herself up to him, gently nipping at his upper lip in a playful guesture. With a sudden fierceness the two smashed together, their lips coming together and breaking apart as their tongues danced, his hands roaming all over her.

The bodies around them were oblivious to the two acting like high school lovers in the middle of the dance floor. When they did finally pull apart, the woman gazed up at him again with that sly grin. She tugged lightly at his belt as she backed away, sashaying through the crowd towards the doors that led to a mass of stairs at the back of the club. Fredrick stalked after her, a hungry growl placed on his lips as he followed to her chamber.



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2 Re: Fredrick Xavier on Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:29 pm

Just a couple things wrong here:
- Your human picture if way too small, find another that fits the page at least.
- You are missing one joining key
- Your summary mentions nothing of him becoming a wereling. No first shift. Nothing of him in his wolf form. Is he a bitten, mutt, purebred? Please explain these things.
- Avatar is too small as well. Length: 300 x Width: 150.

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3 Re: Fredrick Xavier on Mon Dec 30, 2013 8:48 pm

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