Prentice Urban

[Prentice 'Ren' Urban]

PRENTICE ‘REN’ URBAN

....the mask

Your Name: Sieffre.
Where did you find us?: A link on a board I haunted.
How long have you been roleplaying?: Eight-Nine years.
Password:[admin edit!]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Prentice Eri Urban.
Nickname: Ren.
Gender: Male.
Age: 23
Birth date: December 25.
Major: Physics.
Classes: Physics 103 – 104. Advanced Physics.
Animal Identity:Black tiger.

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Sharp shooting.
  
• Knives.
  
• Pain.
  
• Playing the Guitar.
  
• Fighting.
  
• Confidence.
  
• Hate.
  
• Heights.
  
• Rollercoaster’s.
  
• Water.
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Cold.
  
• Rain/Snow.
  
• Non-violent alternatives
  
• Fireworks
  
• Questions he has no hope of answering.
  
• Being ordered around.
  
• Kindness.
  
• Broken Glass.
  
• The sound breaking bones.
  
• Sirens.
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Ovens.
  
• Hypothermia.
  
• Car accidents.
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Confidence.
  
• Decent fighter.
  
• His pain threshold.
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Apathy.
  
• His tendency to say, I hate you, to just about every one.
  
• Acting with out thinking first.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

There is something undeniably cold about Prentice even with those whom he is close to there seems to be a gap between him and them. Like he is always holding something important back from every one, not that he doesn’t care, but like he is always holding back. Because of his cold demeanor few take kindly to him, or his version of kindness, it is always assumed that he doesn’t care about any one or anything at all. For the most part it seems like he just doesn’t understand something like emotions, or at least has never been able to articulate it very well, merely seeing it as something he feels and not to be displayed to any one else. He is not kind, to say the very least in that direction, nor should you ever expect him to sit down and be comforting. Rather expect him to be filled with jagged edges and hard corners. He would rather fight, over anything and nothing, than have someone take a kind or caring tone with him. Fighting seems to be a center stone in him and about the only thing that remains constant is an undertone of anger.

Prentice will only say things once, on very rare occasions will he repeat himself, believing that if it truly matters to a person that they will listen the first time and remember it for later use. A distinct believer that if you want something you have to work for it, even if you don’t feel worthy, any thing absolutely anything is better than standing still and waiting for someone else to save you. He does not care about those who whine about their fates or their suffering, he hates those who just sit down and give up when a situation feels too hard. Unless he is trapped by his own actions he will not help another person believing that that person will be stronger should they survive by themselves.

He seems to get some cruel enjoyment out of getting people mad, and at their hate, as well as watching people struggle as well. More often that not he is sharp tongued, and will lash out randomly just for the fun of it, at times just saying rude things and others latching on to random weaknesses he happens to see. Often his goal is to provoke the person in to a fight just for the fun of it. Along with the cruelty he also rather enjoys seeing people in pain, be it by his hand or another’s, mental or physical he rather enjoys another persons pain. Ren himself also seems to be quite fond of being in pain as well. He has been known to take a knife to his own skin at times or take hits in a fight just for the fun of it. In fact being in pain seems to energize him, which is never a good idea when it comes to a fight, so he usually goes out of his way to either hurt or be hurt.

Usually he can be found acting ‘happy’ or at least he can be spotted wearing a smile and joking light heartedly with people. Quick to laugh even if it does not last long Ren acts as if nothing can touch him at all. The laughing, smiling, face that he wears barely fades even when he is at his cruelest of moments. In short it does not take much of a leap to come to the conclusion that he might not be totally sane in a way that would mesh with society. It is a correct assumption, really, while normally he might come off as merely an ass there are times where something darker looms.

They come almost as episodes, really, much darker moods that come after he has lost something important or due to stress. Ren is known for lashing out at any thing and everything that happens to so much as get close to him. His usual apathy dissolves to near constant anger while his habit of telling people he hates them dissolves to him telling a person that he would kill them if given the chance. He also becomes far crueler and more likely just to snap and attempt to maul a person. The small solstice that comes with this is, at least, it does not last long at all.

While he not particularly violent, as in he will never be the first to let fists fly, the moment he happens to be grabbed that all dissolves. He will do absolutely anything to get away should that happen and it is one of the few times he will actually attack first.

While teaching he seems like a whole new person rather than being biting and sarcastic he just listens. Ren becomes suddenly patient and willing to help out, rather than his usual snappy and rude self, although not particularly helpful at the best of times. His apparent distance to the world is a great deal more obvious while dealing with students. But all the same, despite his many personality flaws, he manages to act in a professional manner.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Yu Phoenix.
Appearance: [400 words minimum]

Despite the fact that he is nearly at his mid-twenties Ren does not look it rather he still looks, somewhat, like a teen ager and has often been mistaken as a fellow student rather than one of the teachers. Aside from that he stands at about six feet in height and happens to be one of those lean muscled people. A person who puts just enough effort in to his body to make sure that he is healthy. He always moves like he has a specific purpose and unusually quiet.

He has somewhat pale skin, although it really depends on the light he’s in as sunlight tends to just wash him out entirely, but of obviously mixed decent. His eyes are perhaps the most alluring feature on his face being a blue-grey hue that seems to change depending on his moods. His features are almost plain really and almost always locked in an utter look of almost anger or just blankness. The only part of him that really shows much creativity happens to be his hair. The black mass reaches his chin in choppy layers although it’s quite rare for him to leave it like that. Usually he spikes up the back, only because he hates the feeling of hair on the back of his neck, or if he’s in a really strange mood come up with some other rather strange hair styles.

Prentice has two lip piercings, one on either side, silver hoops that he is known to chew on while concentrating. And another silver piercing through his left eye brow. Beyond that he merely has a couple scars, one down the inside of his right wrist and along his palm which has faded considerably with age, and a newer scar on the calf of his left leg that had obviously reopened while healing.

Beyond that he tends to wear dress shirts and jeans while actually teaching, disregarding the fact that he usually wears a fingerless glove on his right hand, like most people he seems to be fond of wearing black. Although every now and again he is known to switch it up and wear white. When not teaching, of course, he dresses down to what he wore while still actually a teen which basically boils down to band t-shirts, or plain ones, and jeans occasionally throwing in a jumper as well. Regardless of what he’s wearing he is always wearing a couple things, such as a leather choker around his neck paired with either a lock or large keys, and a silver hoop bracelet on his right arm.

Animal: In his animal form he is about 12 feet long, from head to the end of his tail, and a full meter in height. And it is safe to say he weighs around 500 pounds. His pelt is where it gets interesting for him, really. Just like regular Siberian tigers his fur is rather thick since it is meant to protect him from the cold. But it is the colours that are truly a strange sight to behold. The fur on him his black and while although not in a way that most would expect. Rather it is the black that happens to be his predominant colour and the white as the stripes that cut across his pelt. [/size]

...history

Parents:

• Helen Shoemaker. (Birth Mother)
  
• Unknown Father.
  
• Kaji Urban. (Adoptive Father.)
  
• Sunni Asakura. (Adoptive Mother.)

Siblings: Ari Urban. (25, adoptive brother.)
[400 words minimum]

Hmm… I guess this is the part where I dish out every little thing about my past, huh? Well it’s not particularly interesting by any means. But so I won’t have to hear this utterly ridiculous question again I guess I can talk about the pointless thing that is my history.

I was born to a single woman, named Helen Shoemaker, with a father as some poor bastard who she couldn’t remember the name or face of. Or at least that was the story she told me the one time I bothered to ask her why she was the only one there and not a ‘Father’ as well. Beyond that she barely remembered that I was there, heh, she was far too busy lashing out in anger locked away inside the world with in her own head. To be honest she never called me by the right name either. And to this day I have no idea, nor do I really care, who this ‘Philippe’ guy happens to be. That aside I can not say much about the woman who was my birth mother, not really, she tended to forget I was even there. Sometimes she wouldn’t prepare any thing to eat for me for days at a time. Back while I was too young to manage opening the fridge or reaching the things on the counters. So I went over to one of the neighbors houses, can’t remember the name of her though, to get something to eat. All that though I barely remember, just vague things, most of what I know about my life is from the files that were kept from then.

When I was five the woman, Helen, committed suicide although it wasn’t me who found her at least. No by then I had been taken away by Social Services by that time. No she was found by her neighbor once the smell of rot got to be too much I am sure it was a gruesome sight.

Moving beyond that I was eventually adopted a few months later, after bouncing around an orphanage ‘making friends’, by a lovely stereotypical family of two with one son that was actually theirs. Kaji Urban eventually became a version of a father for me he never pushed me really. Didn’t put pressure on me to be some super smart over achieving child but he allowed me to do what I felt would make me happy. And always told me what I needed to hear regardless of if I wanted to hear it or not. I can’t say much of my adoptive mother, not really, other than she was a beautiful woman I guess and had a kind caring personality and she was the in essence the mother that I had never had. And Ari… Well I guess I can hold off on talking about him for a little bit.

Well beyond that my early child hood was quite boring really. I went to school like a good little boy, of course, and played on the soccer team. All that stereotypical kids stuff that people find they do because they live under the impression that it is fun in some way shape or form. At least up until things went a tad wonky when I was thirteen years old and no it wasn’t just going through puberty that hit me then.

Of course I invited the trouble upon myself, heh, going in to the worst part of town possible and goading some goon in to having a fight with me. And my family didn’t know about my fancy for hurting people, or being hurt myself, although they did know about my penchant for skipping school while still being in the building and other such nonsense. They merely knew because at 13 years of age I was already on my third attempt to run away. Vandalism and a blatant disregard for my personal safety also was quite obvious, but while it lasted it was quite fun. Moving along from random and useless personal information. It was right around then that something quite interesting happened.

It was in that fight with the goon that I felt the most exquisite pain, the feeling of bones twisting and shifting and the strange feeling of becoming larger than I actually was, and the look of utter horror on that mans face as everything changed. Rather than hands it was paws and rather than my weak body this one was strong. As soon as the pain left my body I jumped on that man barely noticing the crackle of broken bones as my teeth dug in to his neck. As I was starving at the time I hardly need to tell you what happened after that, other than he was much lighter once I was done with him.

After that I went for a bit of a run in that new form of mine, not far though, maybe from behind the buildings where I had lured him to the park that the buildings backed against. It was a bit like running while really quite ill when the body protests every single movement and all but screams at you to just bloody well stop. I imagine that I passed out after that since I remember reaching the park and then nothing but the white hospital roof once I woke.

Ari… Ari whom was my adoptive older brother some how knew what had happened. He had been there almost from the moment that I had opened my eyes. And he had been absolutely pissed at me, really, so much so he could hardly stay in the same room as me it seemed. He smelled different than the doctors and the man and woman that were considered out parents because of a piece of paper. But if he wanted to say anything at all it never came. Rather he just left the room and retreated to that strange reclusive school that he went to and I just returned back to my own life.

Well I say that like I actually managed to turn around and become a good little school boy when the world seemed so bloody new and intense. And then of course I could shift bodies to something far greater than the human body I wore. It was exhilarating and frustrating that I could do this and yet could find no information as to why this strange happenstance occurred. Well it hardly helped my ability to deal with people in regular situations, really, but moving along from that.

I didn’t find out about the School for shifters until I was sixteen only because Ari finally broke through whatever wall he had been faced with. Hell he actually dragged me by the hair to his car and escorted me the entire way there and made sure that I actually went to my classes for that first year. It turns out that my beloved older brother also happens to be a shifter although he doesn’t have a clue who his birth parents are and was never bothered to try and figure it out. So in short I didn’t actually attend the Shifter school until the tenth grade and was only there for the three grades before graduating. Eventually I just made a full circle and ended up back in the place that I graduated from this time as a teacher.

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum]
Loner: Due to his rather obvious unkind demeanor towards people he prefers to be alone unless in one of his ‘playful’ moods.
Territorial: He has his sanctuary and he will protect it.
Gorging: Ren has been known to eat large meals and then go a couple days with out eating afterwards just as most wild tigers do.
Unpredictable: Tigers are said to symbolize unpredictable behaviors.
Concentration: Once he locks on to something it is near impossible to break him away from it.
Night sight: Ren has exceptional night sight just like the animal that lives under his skin.
Movements: He moves like a predator with the quite grace of an animal locked on to their prey.

...literacy

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