Post by Lakota Bryant on Dec 22, 2009 3:22:27 GMT -5
Character Name: Lakota James Bryant
Age, both physical and literal: 24 years old (also appears to be 21)
Species: Shapeshifter
Physical Appearance:
Lakota is 6’ 5” tall and 195 pounds with lightly bronzed skin as a result of his Native American heritage. He has shaggy, dirty-blonde hair that just touches his shoulders and often falls in his face, masking his honey brown eyes. In wolf form, he is a bit larger than the average werewolf. His fur is a golden brown, reflecting the color of his hair, though his stomach’s fur is a few shades darker than the rest.
Basic Personality:
Lakota is very proud and stubborn. He has a short temper and feels threatened easily. He can be quick to judge people and often acts impulsively, not hesitating to give his honest opinion. He can be confrontational when necessary and has found himself in his share of fights over the years, but he’s actually quite the introvert. When his trust is earned, he can be a very loyal friend. While he remains loyal to his tribe in South Dakota, he has no desires to become part of a pack in Washington. He enjoys the idea of not being tied to anything or anyone and being able to be his own person (or wolf). He takes responsibility as an older brother to his twin siblings, and when he does bother to think things through, he has a very cunning and calculating mind accompanied by a broad imagination. Lakota often finds himself running his hands through his hair, whether out of frustration, nervousness, or as a flirtation device. He smirks a lot, often in a seductive manner in an attempt to pick up girls. Being such a big flirt, he can be a bit immature for his age, and the idea of imprinting and settling down with one woman for the rest of his life abhors him.
Strengths: Lakota grew up having a very strong respect for his elders and those of his Sioux tribe back in South Dakota, who developed in him a strong loyalty for those few outside his tribe who earn his trust and/or respect. He is also very independent and has learned how to get by on his own. He has a good pride in his heritage and turns to them for strength.
Weaknesses: Lakota is proud, sometimes in excess, stubborn, short-tempered, and gets into fights easily. He can be easily provoked and immediately lashes out in response. Lakota holds grudges and does not forgive easily. Emotionally, his family, especially his siblings, is a big weakness.
Likes and Dislikes: (2 of each)
Likes:
- History, especially about the Sioux tribe
- Girls/flirting
- Reading
- His family
- Camping/hiking/outdoors
- Wrestling (any sport, really)
Dislikes:
- Snakes
- Vampires
- Being bossed around
- Fake/annoying people
- Protective older brothers of girls who meet his flirting criteria
Extras: None
Background/Character History: (300 word minimum.)
Family:
Christopher James Bryant – father, 50
Melissa White Bryant – mother, 48
Charmaine Hazel Bryant – sister, 25 – deceased
Mary Ellen Bryant – sister, 15 (twin)
Samuel Aaron Bryant – brother, 15 (twin)
History:
Lakota James Bryant was born on November 2, 1985 to Christopher and Melissa Bryant in the small town of Onida, South Dakota, but they moved to Pierre when he was two years old. Charmaine Bryant is Lakota’s older sister by six years. When she was three years old, Charmaine had a fatal bite from a poisonous, prairie rattlesnake when her parents took her out for a small camping trip. The death of their daughter was devastating to the Bryants, and it was two years before they tried for another child. In the cold evening of November second, three years later, Lakota was born.
He was named for the Lakota division of the Sioux tribe of Native Americans that used to roam freely throughout the black hills of South Dakota. His mother was a descendant of not only the Sioux tribe, but from the revered Sioux chief, White Bull. White Bull was especially known for being the nephew of the famous Sitting Bull and was also rumored to have actually been the one to kill General Custer, himself. That was the proud and noble lineage that Lakota claimed, a family full of chiefs and warriors.
Four years after Lakota’s birth, Melissa and Christopher gave birth to twins, Mary Ellen and Samuel, thus rounding out the Bryant clan. Instead of taking on the roll of the middle child, Lakota was forced to take the role of being the eldest child along with being the revered elder brother. As a child, Lakota would ask his mother to tell him old stories of the Sioux tribe at bedtime. His favorite story was of the Battle of Little Bighorn, where he always cheered when it came to the part where White Bull defeated Custer. He also enjoyed the many other stories and legends, especially when the wolves were involved. He always felt a connection with the animals for which there was legend that his ancestors could become in times of need.
Melissa continued to tell and retell the stories to her children, and after a few years, it was Lakota telling the stories to his younger siblings as their bedtime stories. The Sioux were a very proud, warrior tribe, aspiring to the four virtues of fortitude, generosity, bravery, and wisdom. Lakota was determined to follow in the same ideals of his forefathers, though, as a young child, the idea of bravery was skewed in his adolescent mind. He thought the way to be brave was for one to pick fights and then prove one’s worth. He was an intelligent boy, but was constantly in trouble with his schools’ disciplinarians.
Lakota was smart, whenever he applied it. His favorite subject had always been history, though he had some partiality to early North American history and development, naturally. When he was fifteen, however, at the beginning of his sophomore year in high school, he continued to provoke a group of large seniors who had been pushing him around. Lakota was never one to step down from a challenge and he’d noticed that he’d been gaining a bit of muscle which he was eager to put to use. Punches were thrown, and the dispute ended in them all being suspended from school for a few days, along with a very long lecture from two very disappointed parents.
He took each disappointed and reproachful comment with as much calm as he could muster, but as soon as he was excused, Lakota ran out to the woods surrounding their home. The Bryants lived on the outskirts of Pierre and had quite a few acres of lands and forest under their name for him to run through. Lakota continued to run deeper into the forest until he finally stopped against a tree, his chest heaving and his body shaking in anger. He hadn’t been the one to start the altercation, and yet he was being treated as if it were all his fault. He was angry at the seniors, he was angry at his parents, but most of all, he was angry at himself – angry for letting his family down. The violent shaking only worsened until he felt an odd sensation rippling through him and he completed his first transformation into a wolf. It is not exactly known as to why he was able to transform, but being in the North, it is likely that vampires were more common than people realized, initiating the transformation that eventually came out in a fit of anger.
Hours later, Lakota finally returned home, having enjoyed getting used to his new body. Lakota had no clue what had happened to him, but he liked it. The freedom of the wolf form was definitely what he needed. He enjoyed the extra strength and heightened senses in wolf form. It reminded him of the wolves he’d heard about in some of the Sioux legends he’d been told as a child. Unfortunately, the altercations at school did not cease once he returned. Sometimes he was provoked, but oftentimes it was he who did the provoking. Lakota regularly snuck out of his room and disappeared into the woods for hours during the night to learn about this new transformation in his life, and that knowledge only made him fight back even more.
Lakota’s parents believed his actions to be an extreme form of teenage rebellion, but Lakota’s mother couldn’t bear to send him away to a school that dealt with troubled teens. After burying her daughter, she felt like she would be betraying Lakota. With the constant problems that Lakota was causing at school, but determined that it was a phase that he would grow out of, the Bryants decided to move away from the area and found the small, quiet town of Forks near an Indian reservation in the state of Washington. At least there they felt they could have some semblance of the life they had in South Dakota. With a final farewell to Charmaine’s gravesite, the five Bryants flew out to Forks where Lakota discovered he was not alone. There, Lakota finished high school with minor disciplinary problems. Oftentimes, they were pranks above all else, though in the new town with others like him, he would occasionally get into fights to prove himself. He spent a lot of his time outside of school combing through the woods in his wolf form, getting used to his new strength and speed.
After graduating from school, Lakota stayed in the area, though he moved out near Port Angeles. In one way he felt at home in La Push, just being at a reservation, though it wasn’t his own tribe. On the other hand, with Sam and Jacob both leading packs, Lakota didn’t want to be in the middle of that. He didn’t want to join a pack. He was perfectly happy mingling with the other wolves if necessary, but he would always want to be able to go his own way at the end of the day. Lakota found his new life to be exhilarating, as if he were reliving the old tales passed down from the ancient tribal elders.
Role Play Example: (400 word minimum.)
With his parents’ final thoughts on the matter, Christopher and Melissa Bryant watched as their son rose quietly from his seat, his hands clenched in tight fists and his face set in a blank stare as he stormed quickly from the room. Lakota was practically shaking with rage as his long legs easily brought him to the back door of his house within four steps. He didn’t look back as he swung the door open and let it slam behind him, his course set for the shadows of the forest that extended behind their South Dakota home. The Bryants did not bother to stop their son, knowing it was best if he let off his steam on his own in the woods. He had always been a quick-tempered child, and that afternoon had brought his emotions to their peak.
Of all the sophomore boys, Lakota had to be the one the group of four senior boys picked on. They had made his freshman year hell as well, laughing at his hair, saying it was longer than some girls’ hair. Despite the fact that there were reservations all over the area making long hair a norm, the boys couldn’t help but to pick on him. Of course, they may have been egged on by the few joints they’d had behind the gymnasium when they were supposed to be in Biology class. He had been very tiny with very little meat on his bones freshman year, but that was beginning to change during his sophomore year, which was why Lakota didn’t hesitate as much to fight back.
What the senior boys hadn’t expected that specific day was Lakota’s reaction. They hadn’t expected the sophomore boy, who’s shot up drastically over the summer to a lanky 5’10” to lunge at them, fist flying in an attempt to connect with one of the four faces. It did, though not without pain on both sides.
At the recollection of the day’s events, Lakota punched his now-swollen fist into a tree nearby before leaning on another and letting out a deep sigh. He wasn’t sorry that he’d punched the guy, or two of the others. What he hated were the looks on his parents’ faces when they arrived at the school to pick him up. He tried to argue that he was just trying to be brave like the Sioux, stepping up to his oppressors and fighting back for himself. Somehow, four teenage boys versus Lakota didn’t equal the Battle of Little Bighorn in his parents’ eyes.
The anger kept building within him, his entire body shaking out of frustration. The tremors continued to build until he felt an odd sensation tearing through his muscles and rippling across his skin. Moments later, Lakota was collapsed on all fours on the ground, except that instead of being on his hands and knees, he had paws. His golden brown eyes widened and he let out a small scream that came out as a sharp bark. What the hell? It didn’t take long for Lakota to make the connection between what had just happened to him and the wolfmen from the stories his mother told. But they had just been ancient tribal legends, hadn’t they? Lakota had never put any truth to them, but when he considered his current situation, how could he deny them?
With a new surge of pride and energy, Lakota leapt through the woods, reaching incredible speeds. He was always a little disgruntled that he didn’t grow up on the reservation, but at that moment, he felt a deeper connection with his heritage than ever before.
Age, both physical and literal: 24 years old (also appears to be 21)
Species: Shapeshifter
Physical Appearance:
Lakota is 6’ 5” tall and 195 pounds with lightly bronzed skin as a result of his Native American heritage. He has shaggy, dirty-blonde hair that just touches his shoulders and often falls in his face, masking his honey brown eyes. In wolf form, he is a bit larger than the average werewolf. His fur is a golden brown, reflecting the color of his hair, though his stomach’s fur is a few shades darker than the rest.
Basic Personality:
Lakota is very proud and stubborn. He has a short temper and feels threatened easily. He can be quick to judge people and often acts impulsively, not hesitating to give his honest opinion. He can be confrontational when necessary and has found himself in his share of fights over the years, but he’s actually quite the introvert. When his trust is earned, he can be a very loyal friend. While he remains loyal to his tribe in South Dakota, he has no desires to become part of a pack in Washington. He enjoys the idea of not being tied to anything or anyone and being able to be his own person (or wolf). He takes responsibility as an older brother to his twin siblings, and when he does bother to think things through, he has a very cunning and calculating mind accompanied by a broad imagination. Lakota often finds himself running his hands through his hair, whether out of frustration, nervousness, or as a flirtation device. He smirks a lot, often in a seductive manner in an attempt to pick up girls. Being such a big flirt, he can be a bit immature for his age, and the idea of imprinting and settling down with one woman for the rest of his life abhors him.
Strengths: Lakota grew up having a very strong respect for his elders and those of his Sioux tribe back in South Dakota, who developed in him a strong loyalty for those few outside his tribe who earn his trust and/or respect. He is also very independent and has learned how to get by on his own. He has a good pride in his heritage and turns to them for strength.
Weaknesses: Lakota is proud, sometimes in excess, stubborn, short-tempered, and gets into fights easily. He can be easily provoked and immediately lashes out in response. Lakota holds grudges and does not forgive easily. Emotionally, his family, especially his siblings, is a big weakness.
Likes and Dislikes: (2 of each)
Likes:
- History, especially about the Sioux tribe
- Girls/flirting
- Reading
- His family
- Camping/hiking/outdoors
- Wrestling (any sport, really)
Dislikes:
- Snakes
- Vampires
- Being bossed around
- Fake/annoying people
- Protective older brothers of girls who meet his flirting criteria
Extras: None
Background/Character History: (300 word minimum.)
Family:
Christopher James Bryant – father, 50
Melissa White Bryant – mother, 48
Charmaine Hazel Bryant – sister, 25 – deceased
Mary Ellen Bryant – sister, 15 (twin)
Samuel Aaron Bryant – brother, 15 (twin)
History:
Lakota James Bryant was born on November 2, 1985 to Christopher and Melissa Bryant in the small town of Onida, South Dakota, but they moved to Pierre when he was two years old. Charmaine Bryant is Lakota’s older sister by six years. When she was three years old, Charmaine had a fatal bite from a poisonous, prairie rattlesnake when her parents took her out for a small camping trip. The death of their daughter was devastating to the Bryants, and it was two years before they tried for another child. In the cold evening of November second, three years later, Lakota was born.
He was named for the Lakota division of the Sioux tribe of Native Americans that used to roam freely throughout the black hills of South Dakota. His mother was a descendant of not only the Sioux tribe, but from the revered Sioux chief, White Bull. White Bull was especially known for being the nephew of the famous Sitting Bull and was also rumored to have actually been the one to kill General Custer, himself. That was the proud and noble lineage that Lakota claimed, a family full of chiefs and warriors.
Four years after Lakota’s birth, Melissa and Christopher gave birth to twins, Mary Ellen and Samuel, thus rounding out the Bryant clan. Instead of taking on the roll of the middle child, Lakota was forced to take the role of being the eldest child along with being the revered elder brother. As a child, Lakota would ask his mother to tell him old stories of the Sioux tribe at bedtime. His favorite story was of the Battle of Little Bighorn, where he always cheered when it came to the part where White Bull defeated Custer. He also enjoyed the many other stories and legends, especially when the wolves were involved. He always felt a connection with the animals for which there was legend that his ancestors could become in times of need.
Melissa continued to tell and retell the stories to her children, and after a few years, it was Lakota telling the stories to his younger siblings as their bedtime stories. The Sioux were a very proud, warrior tribe, aspiring to the four virtues of fortitude, generosity, bravery, and wisdom. Lakota was determined to follow in the same ideals of his forefathers, though, as a young child, the idea of bravery was skewed in his adolescent mind. He thought the way to be brave was for one to pick fights and then prove one’s worth. He was an intelligent boy, but was constantly in trouble with his schools’ disciplinarians.
Lakota was smart, whenever he applied it. His favorite subject had always been history, though he had some partiality to early North American history and development, naturally. When he was fifteen, however, at the beginning of his sophomore year in high school, he continued to provoke a group of large seniors who had been pushing him around. Lakota was never one to step down from a challenge and he’d noticed that he’d been gaining a bit of muscle which he was eager to put to use. Punches were thrown, and the dispute ended in them all being suspended from school for a few days, along with a very long lecture from two very disappointed parents.
He took each disappointed and reproachful comment with as much calm as he could muster, but as soon as he was excused, Lakota ran out to the woods surrounding their home. The Bryants lived on the outskirts of Pierre and had quite a few acres of lands and forest under their name for him to run through. Lakota continued to run deeper into the forest until he finally stopped against a tree, his chest heaving and his body shaking in anger. He hadn’t been the one to start the altercation, and yet he was being treated as if it were all his fault. He was angry at the seniors, he was angry at his parents, but most of all, he was angry at himself – angry for letting his family down. The violent shaking only worsened until he felt an odd sensation rippling through him and he completed his first transformation into a wolf. It is not exactly known as to why he was able to transform, but being in the North, it is likely that vampires were more common than people realized, initiating the transformation that eventually came out in a fit of anger.
Hours later, Lakota finally returned home, having enjoyed getting used to his new body. Lakota had no clue what had happened to him, but he liked it. The freedom of the wolf form was definitely what he needed. He enjoyed the extra strength and heightened senses in wolf form. It reminded him of the wolves he’d heard about in some of the Sioux legends he’d been told as a child. Unfortunately, the altercations at school did not cease once he returned. Sometimes he was provoked, but oftentimes it was he who did the provoking. Lakota regularly snuck out of his room and disappeared into the woods for hours during the night to learn about this new transformation in his life, and that knowledge only made him fight back even more.
Lakota’s parents believed his actions to be an extreme form of teenage rebellion, but Lakota’s mother couldn’t bear to send him away to a school that dealt with troubled teens. After burying her daughter, she felt like she would be betraying Lakota. With the constant problems that Lakota was causing at school, but determined that it was a phase that he would grow out of, the Bryants decided to move away from the area and found the small, quiet town of Forks near an Indian reservation in the state of Washington. At least there they felt they could have some semblance of the life they had in South Dakota. With a final farewell to Charmaine’s gravesite, the five Bryants flew out to Forks where Lakota discovered he was not alone. There, Lakota finished high school with minor disciplinary problems. Oftentimes, they were pranks above all else, though in the new town with others like him, he would occasionally get into fights to prove himself. He spent a lot of his time outside of school combing through the woods in his wolf form, getting used to his new strength and speed.
After graduating from school, Lakota stayed in the area, though he moved out near Port Angeles. In one way he felt at home in La Push, just being at a reservation, though it wasn’t his own tribe. On the other hand, with Sam and Jacob both leading packs, Lakota didn’t want to be in the middle of that. He didn’t want to join a pack. He was perfectly happy mingling with the other wolves if necessary, but he would always want to be able to go his own way at the end of the day. Lakota found his new life to be exhilarating, as if he were reliving the old tales passed down from the ancient tribal elders.
Role Play Example: (400 word minimum.)
With his parents’ final thoughts on the matter, Christopher and Melissa Bryant watched as their son rose quietly from his seat, his hands clenched in tight fists and his face set in a blank stare as he stormed quickly from the room. Lakota was practically shaking with rage as his long legs easily brought him to the back door of his house within four steps. He didn’t look back as he swung the door open and let it slam behind him, his course set for the shadows of the forest that extended behind their South Dakota home. The Bryants did not bother to stop their son, knowing it was best if he let off his steam on his own in the woods. He had always been a quick-tempered child, and that afternoon had brought his emotions to their peak.
Of all the sophomore boys, Lakota had to be the one the group of four senior boys picked on. They had made his freshman year hell as well, laughing at his hair, saying it was longer than some girls’ hair. Despite the fact that there were reservations all over the area making long hair a norm, the boys couldn’t help but to pick on him. Of course, they may have been egged on by the few joints they’d had behind the gymnasium when they were supposed to be in Biology class. He had been very tiny with very little meat on his bones freshman year, but that was beginning to change during his sophomore year, which was why Lakota didn’t hesitate as much to fight back.
What the senior boys hadn’t expected that specific day was Lakota’s reaction. They hadn’t expected the sophomore boy, who’s shot up drastically over the summer to a lanky 5’10” to lunge at them, fist flying in an attempt to connect with one of the four faces. It did, though not without pain on both sides.
At the recollection of the day’s events, Lakota punched his now-swollen fist into a tree nearby before leaning on another and letting out a deep sigh. He wasn’t sorry that he’d punched the guy, or two of the others. What he hated were the looks on his parents’ faces when they arrived at the school to pick him up. He tried to argue that he was just trying to be brave like the Sioux, stepping up to his oppressors and fighting back for himself. Somehow, four teenage boys versus Lakota didn’t equal the Battle of Little Bighorn in his parents’ eyes.
The anger kept building within him, his entire body shaking out of frustration. The tremors continued to build until he felt an odd sensation tearing through his muscles and rippling across his skin. Moments later, Lakota was collapsed on all fours on the ground, except that instead of being on his hands and knees, he had paws. His golden brown eyes widened and he let out a small scream that came out as a sharp bark. What the hell? It didn’t take long for Lakota to make the connection between what had just happened to him and the wolfmen from the stories his mother told. But they had just been ancient tribal legends, hadn’t they? Lakota had never put any truth to them, but when he considered his current situation, how could he deny them?
With a new surge of pride and energy, Lakota leapt through the woods, reaching incredible speeds. He was always a little disgruntled that he didn’t grow up on the reservation, but at that moment, he felt a deeper connection with his heritage than ever before.
