ADONIS LITTLEWOLF

[adonislittlewolf]

Adonis Waya Littlewolf

Character Play-by: Dylan Patton

name: Adonis Waya Littlewolf
age: 17
gender: Male
orientation: Straight
race: Human
birthplace: Talequa Oklahoma
current location: Forks
occupation: Forks Highschool.

personality: Quiet, but when he gets mad, he can rip someone a new one. He does not like injustice, and will stand up for the weak with everything he has. His father was not the best, but he provided when needed, so, that was why Tom came to be who he is, He stands up for the weak. He protects his friends with all his might, and fights with a vigor most would attribute to insanity.

He looks at life as a new opportunity for something to be fixed, something to be fought, something to live for. He may not talk much but when he does talk, it is usually worth listening to. He decides things with great thought, and thinks to much very often. He looks at people, and sees the goodness inside them, and, thinks that if he can bring that through, if he can make them see that they can be good, that he would have done his job.
detailed history: Adonis Littlewolf had a long period that he could not remember anything. He was clonked on the head by a moving car, and next thing he knew, it was four in the morning and he was in the hospital. He could not remember anything of his life before then. He did not mind though, his best friend volunteered at the hospital, and whenever she could she would pop in and, um, "greet" him. She was thin, brown-headed, and smart. He had one of three of those atributes, Thin. He was thin, but muscular, and had a mess of Bhond-brown hair on his head.

He looked at the doctors and asked what the date was, and the responded saying it was two months after the accident. He was very confused, but went with it, he got to go home not long after, so, he was happy. When he turned thirteen, things started to chase him, and he ran away from home to protect his mother. He Grew up learning Sword Play.

Since he left Hollywood, he has been living by himself, on the streets. He met Daylon, and instantly knew he was hers, though he kept it cool, and has been her friend, and listening ear ever since. Before he knew what she was, he got between her, and a vamp, aiming a Sword at it. She suddenly turned into a big Pitch black wolf, and used her mouth to get him out of the way, in the process, gashing his face, from Jaw, to ear.
fears: Loss of Daylon, Not being able to protect those he loves.
strengths: Honor, Bravery, Strength, Trustworthy, Adaptable to any situation.
weaknesses: Easily trusts people, Hates to be tricked, does not take kindly to Vampires.
likes: Daylon, School, Books, Taking stff apart, putting stuff together.
dislikes: Vampires, Vampires, Vampires, Vampires, Vampires.

facial appearance: His face is thin, and high boned. Straight nose, slightly thin lips, Freckles along his nose.
clothing: White T-shirt, Black Jeans, Green Hoodie.
build: Lean.
marks/scars: A scar from his Ear, to the middle of his neck, a birthmark on his neck that is shaped kinda like a wolf
species appearance: Human.

your name: Waya
age: 16
how long have you been roleplaying?: Half a year
how did you find us?: My Girlfriend.
codeword: [eclipse]

roleplay sample: Yona looked at the House with a sense of awe, mixed with a little fear. He had never been in a Coven, and usually tried to avoid Covens, but recently he had been wondering what being part of a family would feel like. He walked up to the door, and knocked carefully, knowing they could already probably hear him. He knew he could hear movement inside, and the smell of Humans clung to this place, along with the smell of Wolves, and other Shifters.

He took a step back, making no sound, besides that of his clothing ruffling, and sat on the ground, with his head bowed, so that whoever opened the door, didn't know what he was right away. Please someone answer soon, I don't want to be out here long. He thought, putting his hands in his pockets. He just waited there.


Yona planned to stay that way for as long as it took for someone to notice he had knocked on the door, he knew that if it was a human, they would at least catch that scent that makes them want to be near Vamps, and if it was a vamp, they would probably already know what he was. He closed his eyes, and went through his memories, going into some kind of reverie, it was like sleep, but without the whole, unconscious part of it. He remembered almost everything from his human life, with muddled clarity. The only thing he remembered clearly was that flash of fangs, and the pain afterward.

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