Cole Ike Erhardt

[arizae]

Cole Ike Erhardt

....the mask

Your Name: Arizae – or Ari
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How long have you been roleplaying?: 7 years
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...basic character information

Birth Name: Cole, Ike, Erhardt
Nickname: Ike
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 11
Birth date: May 12
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Martial Arts
Major Explanation: It was the only thing that seemed to fit his love for climbing and jumping (since he couldn't major in gymnastics or freerunning). He is extremely limber and quick so martial arts comes easy to him. His animal, the Margay, is known as the tree ocelot and can hang upside down by it's hind legs. If that doesn't help him get fit for martial arts he isn't sure what will.
Animal Identity: Margay

...personality

Likes:

• Trees
  
• Parkour
  
• Climbing
  
• Sleep
  
• Gymnastics
  
• Surprise attacks
  
• Sarcasm
  
• Staying up all night
  
• Humidity
  
• Cats
  

Dislikes:

• Dirt
  
• Fruit and Veggies
  
• Large crowds
  
• Monkeys
  
• Dogs
  
• Cold weather
  
• Country music
  
• Physics, Chemistry…
  
• Peanut butter
  
• Computers
  

Fears:

• Handicap
  
• Forest fires
  
• Tics, fleas, mosquitoes…
  

Strengths:

• Parkour master
  
• Incredibly strong and fast
  
• Loyal and confident
  

Weaknesses:

• Too confident in his abilities, has had some bad falls
  
• Sleeps too often and never focuses in class
  
• Not the most social, can forget people are there
  

Overall:

Cole is a happy guy. Simply put that is, however his behavior might be off putting for some people. For one he likes to spend his time alone in the trees. That and he spends a lot of his time in trees, even in his human form. It just feels more comfortable there. Now if someone were to climb up there with him and talk they could easily be great friends. Well, that is if they could understand his sarcastic joking manner. It’s not malicious, it’s just his way to be humorous. At times if he is angry at someone he will try to use it for biting and mean comments, but this is rare. Normally if he’s being sarcastic and saying ridiculous things it’s because he’s enjoying the company he is with. If Cole’s not happy with where he’s at he’ll simply withdraw. Since his animal is a nocturnal cat it’s easy to see why he becomes reclusive when humans get boring. He’ll just run off, dash up a tree and sleep. Now that is time well spent.

When he’s not hiding out in some forest you can probably find him in the gym. He loves what he does as a gymnast and he trains often. There is little ambition in him to win competitions and he very rarely sticks to normal routines, he likes to experiment and do what’s fun. Which is often the much more dangerous side of things. Which brings us to Cole’s almost suicidal tendencies. He discovered parkour when he was young and ever since then he simply can’t get enough challenges out of the way. Cole will take any risk or dare. He’ll try to jump across gaps between buildings spiderman has shied away from. Should a friend tell him he can’t do something, or he’ll die trying, Cole runs in head first. Needless to say it’s earned him plenty of broken bones, but he has always managed to overcome the challenge, which is what matters to him. It’s not a sense of pride that drives him, but pure delight and joy of the obstacle and overcoming it. He is proud, after all he has cat in him, but it is not his driving force. It’s not the pride a wolf or some eagle might have; it is the silent self-respecting kind that any human will notice in a cat. You’ll get messed up if you happen to pull his tail, so to say, to he demands a certain amount of respect.

Though solitary he does have some kind of loyalty. It is difficult, after all, being loyal is a dog’s trick, cats are self serving and do what they want. Now Cole is incredibly self serving and he will do whatever he wants, screw any rules you put in his way. However, he does make friends, and to those that he truly becomes companions with he is incredibly loyal. Call it the lion’s pride (even though he’s a Margay). It is an oddity and slightly contradicting that he could be so self serving and yet loyal to friends, but he manages.

Since he has come to the academy he discovered that he needed a major to take. However they didn’t really let you major in climbing, parkour or gymnastics. Cole found martial arts instead. He started in grade seven and he’s nearly a master in several forms now. The young man enjoys it and finds a new kind of challenge in the battle that martial arts show. His skill when it comes to flips leaps and twisting has helped him immensely. Naturally the students that are limber spider monkeys laugh at him, but he has a different style then them. After all he has the instincts of a cat, and he often reminds them…margay’s eat little monkeys.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Chase Armitage
Appearance:

Human - Cole is average height for a young man of his age. He stands at about 5’10” and weighs in at 160lbs. Much like his animal Cole is strong for his size and quick, able to do things that seem impossible for normal humans. Incredibly flexible and well built due to his constant running, jumping and climbing. His hair is nothing remarkable, a simple dark brown kept short and slightly spiked. It could be the hair of any normal human walking down the street, he simply keeps it short so it won’t get in his face. There is something slightly…different in his eyes however. They appear completely human and are clear blue in color, nothing extraordinary there, but there is a predator instinct in their gleam. At times his pupils will seem dilated as well simply because his animal is nocturnal and he is so used to running around at night. The way he moves exudes a catlike grace and strength, even when he climbs it seems much more like a cat instead of some ugly monkey. No tattoos or piercings adorn his body, piercings would get caught on something and it would painful if they were torn out. Cole doesn’t have any tattoos because he simply doesn’t see a need for them. He doesn’t have anything he’d like to keep on his skin permanently, he has enough scars for that. The young man is also incredibly fit, he has been a gymnast for most of his life and he absolutely loves it. He spends much of his time outside jumping and running about so he is also a decent color, not pale, but no so dark he looks burnt. Cole could be considered handsome, but there is nothing extraordinary to his face. He has simply worked most of his life to be in the shape he’s in today.

Cole is also minimalist when it comes to clothes, he doesn’t wish to be weighed down by anything. Long sleeves get in the way and shoes can be restricting. The only downside to going barefoot most of the time is the long falls he likes to take. Jumping from tall buildings and trees can put quite a shock through his feet, so when he knows he won’t just be chilling in a tree he’ll put on a pair of climbing shoes. Besides that he does like to wear jeans despite the fact that they might seem restricting. He usually wears them to death so they get loose fast. Cole isn’t shy about going without a t-shirt when he can. He loves warm humid weather so clothes would just get sticky anyways. When he must have something covering his upper torso he’ll usually put on a loose t-shirt, normally a sleeveless one. At times he will also wear gloves that leave the fingers exposed. This way he can still grip by the edge of his fingers, but still keep his hand protected while climbing.

Animal - Now Cole is decently sized as a Margay. The Margay itself is about the size of a large ocelot, but as the young man is quick to point out there are some pretty extreme differences. As a margay Cole weighs only eight pounds, though most of that is pure muscle, the entire length of his body (without the tail) is about thirty inches long. Now his tail is different from a normal housecat as it is depended on more for balancing then a housecat or lion would need. The tail itself is about twenty inches long, but it is also well muscled and poofy. If it were to be likened to another cat’s tail it would be similar to a snow leopard’s. Also differing from the ocelot are Cole’s larger eyes more fit to seeing at night. Marking his face are black lines that are similar to that of a cheetah and covering his entire body are large black spots that look almost exactly like an ocelot’s. Now the amazing thing about being a margay is that his ankles can turn 180 degrees. That’s right, it’s the reason he is so incredibly agile and can climb down trees headfirst in his animal form. He is also able to jump over twelve feet horizontally and over eight feet if he simply jumps vertically. The only factor that differentiates him form a normal Margay are his eyes, instead of being a normal brown they have a blue tinge to them that carries over from his human form.
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...history

Parents: Joan and Remus Erhardt
Siblings: Jillian [10]

Cole lived all his life knowing that his family was different. Both his mother and father were very open about what they were and he expected to shift when he reached the proper age. They lived down in Florida simply because his mother Joan preferred it to any dry or cold place. She was in love with dense, humid, tropical places. After all she did shift into an Asian Golden Cat which makes its home in tropical rainforests. Why Joan ever married Remus is still a mystery to Cole. His mother is solitary and loves to do her own thing, she is incredibly beautiful and could easily have any man she wanted. A women of wonderful grace and pride, while his rather…well simply put he’s a loyal hound. Remus Erhardt is one of those that shifts into a golden retriever, a staple of loyalty and companionship. Somehow he fell in love with the beautiful Joan and was able to get some of that love returned.

Now Joan originally wanted only one child, and Cole was that child. He was the son she had always wanted, strong, quick, graceful and even holding the curiosity and pride of cats. It was easy to see that he followed in his mothers footsteps almost from day one. However, Remus didn’t feel like their family was complete and after seven years of pleading Joan gave in. Then came Cole’s little sister, Jillian. Now she was the child Remus had been waiting for. Excitable, friendly and absolutely everywhere at once. It was easy to see who had inherited the pup genes. Cole has always theorized that despite his self-serving and catlike ways he gets his sense of loyalty from his father who constantly ingrained it on his son from birth. So it was something he was taught from a loving father, and not simply born with.

Even from a young age Cole decided he liked to climb things instead of being on the ground. His mother realized this when she couldn’t find him anywhere in the house. Cole was but four years old, but he had scaled the entertainment cabinets and had fallen asleep on top behind some decorative plant. This continued to happen through much of his childhood, there was not one item taller than him in the house that he had not climbed by six years old. The Florida tropics out back provided incredible trees to scale and by ten he was leaping from tree to tree, climbing to the smallest of branches that would hold his weight. At first Joan and Remus worried for his safety, but gradually they were numbed to Cole’s antics and helped put them to good use. After Joan found her young four-year old on top of the entertainment cabinets she decided gymnastics would be a better place for him to climb.

Cole fell in love and immediately excelled at the sport. He was a strong young kid and incredibly agile. The young boy landed with catlike grace and jumped like there was no such thing as gravity. Some humans were amazed by his skill and come eight years old he saw something very new and incredibly exciting. It was a sport of sorts invented by some guy named David Belle and it was called parkour. In the process of learning this new trick he also found freerunnig. Now Cole had gymnastics to twist and leap, and he had parkour to get the thrill and rush of a challenge. Scaling buildings and leaping from places that looked suicidal became his cup of tea. Naturally he started small, but he got into some dangerous leaps come twelve years of age.

Which is when his world got rocked. Now Cole had been eyeing an extremely difficult jump between two buildings, he was simply too small to make it. Puberty was just starting and he wasn’t very tall yet, still just a short kid. But he was determined to be the best and make that jump. So one day after much practice he climbed the building and prepared to jump. Even as he sailed through the air he knew he wouldn’t make it to the other side, there was simply no way his small frame could make it. Panic set in, he had made a fatal mistake, he would die here and was now falling from ten stories up. However, he started to feel immense pain as soon as he paniced, something cracked and groaned, his whole body screamed out as his form twisted and shrank. Then his body kept twisting and cracking until one pop made him whole…and he landed quite perfectly…on four feet. The young man was in shock and the fall had still hurt him, but he had shifted…changed…the body he’d had before was simply fallen clothes; he was some kind of cat. Thankfully he’d done his research (it was incredibly exciting as a young child to imagine what you might shift into and he knew he was pretty sure he'd be a cat so he definitely knew all those types) and was able to see that he was, in fact, a Margay. However the fall had hurt his small cat form despite the perfect landing. Cole was just thankful he hadn’t taken any of his friends with him for the jump. They wouldn’t have let him try it for one…and if they had seen him like he was now…well mother would be very angry...

So the young boy limped home as he was, sticking to the Florida tropic trees. When he came to his house his mother and father were in shock, not that he had shifted but by his condition. He was rather broken from the fall. Unfortunately he couldn’t tell his story until he found out how to become human again. He actually tried to bite his father when the man tried to help him! Thankfully his mother was able to coach him through it and eventually he lay stark naked in front of his parents. Of course now he had to explain himself. The fact that he had finally shifted did not excuse the fact that he had nearly killed himself. He was immediately grounded (which meant no going outside, he could use his computer and watch TV…but that was near torture!) and was forced to heal up before any more stunts. However, since he had finally found his animal form he was sent to Shifter Academy. There he could learn better control.

...connecting human to animal

• Cole has always loved climbing and gymnastics; the Margay is the best at climbing among cats and can do amazing things
  
• The young man also grew up loving to spend most of his time in the canopy of the trees; His animal form spends nearly its entire life in the trees, even hunting monkeys down while leaping from branch to branch
  
• He also stays up incredibly late at night, feels better to sleep during the day; well, his cat form is nocturnal
  
• Loves the humidity and heat; animal is from the rainforest
  
• Can be reclusive and solitary, pretty self-serving and prideful; Margay is a cat after all
  

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...literacy

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Jalen was anxious he felt ready for anything. His calm demeanor became a mask of cool determination as he waited for the soldier below to dismount and challenge the drunk. The young man probably wouldn’t be needed for this confrontation anyways. Granted he would be little help to begin with…but the man on the horse seemed very confident. He should have no problem dispatching the Vardener. Eyes glittering Jalen waited, watching the cool steel of the man’s cutlass flash in the dark alley.

He was expecting angry words, perhaps a quick rush and a valiant leap from the man on the horse. Perhaps a flip into the air while jumping off the horse to land evenly on his feet and attack the Vardener. Needless to say nothing of the sort happened. No, the two looked at each other discussed drinks! So this Empire soldier was going to let this man walk free? Was he intimidated by the simple wave of the cutlass? A frown crossed the young man’s face as frustration and confusion clouded his mind.

It was then that the man on the horse spotted him. Jalen was surprised, caught off guard by the judging glance. There was recognition in the man’s eye; it seemed the soldier remembered him from in the crowd. The young man wanted the soldier that he was here to help, and that this guy should be easily captured. However, there were numerous barriers to get this point across. Most importantly was secrecy, Jalen would be no good if the drunkard was aware of him, and the fact that the young man really couldn’t tell the soldier anything.

Then the soldier slowly shook his head. The young man’s stomach sank. His confidence and anxiousness from before evaporated from that simple rejection. Jalen figured he must not look like much help at all, and this soldier thought he’d mess stuff up. Granted there was a high chance of that, but he wasn’t that pathetic…was he? Feeling slightly angered Jalen watched as the soldier backed his horse from out of the alley and continued on his way. So that was it. The blasphemous Vardener was sheathing his sword and on to the next bar to wallow in his drink. Why wouldn’t the soldier get off the horse? Any respectable or even slightly proud man would’ve.

That’s when Jalen realized that certain things simply weren’t matching up in this situation. From what he’d seen in that soldier’s eye Jalen knew the man was no coward. No, pride was a very important thing to the man on the horse. Pride was a greater matter to that soldier than any Varden swine shooting off his mouth in public. Anger and frustration quickly left the young man to be replaced by his insatiable curiosity. There was more to the man on the horse. His eye hadn’t caught it at first, he doubted any person would catch it, for was extremely vigilant, but something seemed off now that he thought of it.

So without further thought the young man stood up, backed up a few paces, and leapt the distance of the alleyway to a lower lying building on the other side. He could still just spot the soldier on his horse, trying furiously to make his way to the gate. Jalen longed to cry out and stop the man. Shout at him to wait or halt so he could question him, or simply try and communicate. Of course the young man couldn’t do this, so he put his legs to work and used the city’s layout to his advantage.

Jalen kept up a furious pace, though he had to take extreme care on the roofs. Some gaps were too large to jump and he had to take excruciating detours. He might’ve jumped down, but he was a bit too high where he was at and it would be faster to continue than to find a way down and navigate through the sprawling crowd below. He could see the gate fast approaching, and the soldier hurrying to its gates. ‘Why does he want to leave so quickly?’ Jalen suspected it was the same reason he wouldn’t fight the Vardener, the same reason he seemed attached to that horse…

The crowd opened up slightly right before the gate, the soldier was able to speed up and Jalen was too far behind. The chase was over before Jalen knew it, the soldier slipping out of the gates and taking off. He had been too slow, and could only watch as the man took off. Jalen was confined to the city for now; he couldn’t catch up to the man on the open road. That and he would probably get himself lost. Running a hand through his hair Jalen felt the run catch up to him and breathed heavily, just starting to feel the ache and burn in his legs. He was disappointed. That soldier had just run off with whatever secrets he held and now his curiosity would never be happy. The young man sat down on the edge of the building he was standing on. Once more he let his feet dangle over the edge, gripping the edge with his hands. As he caught his breath the young man lamented on the loss of excitement and went back to watching the crowd hustle through the city gates
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