Post by Liam Burrow on May 26, 2010 10:44:45 GMT -4
LIAM BURROW
....the mask
Your Name: You can call me Boris or Kevlar.
Where did you find us?: I was stalking a few random role play sites and I came across this one.
How long have you been roleplaying?:About 8 or 9 years?
Password: [admin edit!]
...basic character information
Birth Name: Liam Tyler Burrow
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Gender: All Male.
Age: Eighteen.
Grade: 12th grade.
Birth date: September 28th.
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Criminal Justice
Animal Identity: Lion
...personality
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Loud
Liam doesn't mind expressing his opinion. Even though he's incredibly brilliant, he simply does not know when to stop talking. His loud voice often carries throughout the hallway, easily putting him on the spot (which is probably what he wanted in the first place). It's not that Liam is an attention whore, but he does come as close to it as you can without crossing the line.
Brilliant
Liam isn't stupid. Well, not bookwise, anyway. He enjoys doing his work for school and wants other people to be more energetic about learning. Ever since he was small, he was interested and very much focused on doing his schoolwork. Even as he struggled to fit in with his huge, sports-focused family, he wanted much more from his school and therefore asked his parents to fund him with excellent middle school education. Of course, when puberty hit, smart school wasn't really an option. Going to a school where you could control yourself and not spontaneously turn into a ferocious lion became the main objective.
Focused
Whenever Liam chooses something to do, he focuses so intensely on it that he can't ever let go, even if it's something difficult and obnoxious. He pursues anything that he wants or believes in, no matter how trivial. It could be something as simple as to finishing a four-hour homework assignment when school starts in two hours to as complicated as convincing a girl that she really should skip school. It's probably an obsession, to be honest. When given a task with some sort of offhand comment such as, "Oh, it's due next month." He takes it as a challenge because the teacher doesn't think his/her students can finish it in a small amount of time and so he turns it in by the end of the week.
Loyal
Of the few friends that Liam does have, he stays loyal and trustworthy for them until the end. He, obviously, had reasons to make these people his friends in the first place and so he's going to stick to them like glue. Those friends that can stand him, however, know what makes him tick and what makes him calm down. They're his weakness and he gets very riled up about people messing with his friends which leads to Liam being....
Aggressive
He's not very good at backing down from a fight. Liam likes to grab a hold of things and not let it go. His general belligerence sometimes makes him hard to be around, but it's more of him worrying about people picking fights with his friends. It's not that he takes everything as a personal insult, but well, he kinda does. His last fight involved a girl throwing an apple at his head. He dodged it, of course, but some of the juice sprinkled on his textbook. He got terribly angry and threw a punch into the girl's face with all of his power because she'd damaged his Chemistry book. He overreacts a lot and needs his friends to pull him back in.
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...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Sonny Bill Williams
Appearance:
Tanned by the constant heat of captain of the rugby team and playing outside as often as possible, Liam's body is often a golden color, setting him off from some of his paler classmates. He doesn't mind being out in the sun and frequently sits on the lawn to enjoy his studies in an open field devoid of trees. His hair, no matter how much sun he soaks in, refuses to become a lighter brown. Liam's brown hair is usually found to be in a horn at his forehead, protruding away from his face. It's more of a nervous tic than actual gel. He tends to stay away from that artificial stuff and just allows the natural flow of his hair to form a nice horn. His ears are just a little too big for his head and his nose is just a little too wide for his taste, but he enjoys his appearance in general. His eyes are a pretty threatening brown, which may or may not transfer over to his lion form, depending on his mood.
Physically, Liam's body is massive. He towers over most people at a whopping six foot eight and two-hundred, fifty pounds. He can easily whisk girls off their feet in one fell swoop and his body is rippling with muscle. He grew up lifting weights and doing general exercises for his parents when he really only wanted to read. But his mother successfully balanced those two lives and he ended up (with a little help from genetics) as a huge and overpowering figure. Some people who are tall but don't want to be hunch over. Liam couldn't ever bring himself to do that. He's proud and flaunting of the body he was given and walks with near-perfect posture, with wide steps and a purposeful stride. Because he was raised to do so, most normal activities that require little strength are turned into a competition on how many different muscles can be stressed during the activity without other people seeing. So, although Liam might look nice and peaceful in the tech lab, typing away, his stomach muscles are pumping away with each little movement he makes, his feet are arched uncomfortably to stretch his calves and his arms are slightly contorted so it hurts a little to type, but he's getting his job done.
Liam doesn't really get involved with a lot of crazy nights or crazy parties. He prefers the silent, quiet life of just sitting back and reading for a good eight or nine hours. However, he does have his friends. And some of them do happen to like to party and, unfortunately, they physically roped Liam into coming along with them for celebration of his eighteenth birthday. Things got wild and a little bit crazy (Liam can't remember ANY of it) but he came back with a large tribal-looking tattoo on his arm (his friends swore up and down that he had insisted) and an ear piercing in his left ear. He mostly chose to wear long sleeved shirts to cover it up for a while and then he decided he didn't care. So, based on principle, Liam has decided to wear a small golden ball in his ear piercing and not care if his tattoo is showing. It's not too big of a deal, he doesn't think. His general style of clothing is purely for comfort anyway. Well, not really.
Liam has a problem with buying new clothes. Because his muscles continue to become more and more defined, or lose some shape after a slow week, Liam's body fluctuates between being extremely large and being nearly extremely large. Because of the lack of wealth in his family (and general stinginess from his mother), Liam is forced to wear the hand-me-downs of his brothers and sisters for years and years to come. Probably until he's able to stand on his own two feet and break away from his mother. He's still trying to figure out what to do with her over-whelming control but his sense of style is far from most guys his age. He can cluelessly wear a fur-lined white hoodie to class and think nothing of it, mostly because he doesn't know what he's doing. Poor guy.
Liam, like most of the students at Shifter Academy, can shift into the form of an animal. The white lion is usually very recessive and incredibly rare in the wild, last documented to only having thirty in existence. Liam is natural, though. During a transformation, his body doubles in weight (and then some) and he drops onto all fours with short, muscly white legs and huge platter-sized paws that scrape the ground when he runs of walks. His fur is beige and white, usually tangled all over his body lest someone get close to him while he's in that form. His mane is not fully grown yet because he's barely done growing as a human and the human growth cycle is so much different. His mane is large, but it isn't overwhelming and most female lions would probably just pass him over for being too small. His length, including the tail is usually around nine and a half feet but he's also shorter than most at about 34 inches to the shoulder. Liam's lion form simply isn't that impressive. Although his teeth are all glittering, shiny, and ready to go. So I wouldn't insult his size if I were you. [/size]
...history
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Have you heard of Stephanie "The Freight Train" Langston? Or Stewart "The Beast" Burrow? If you haven't, you sure don't know anything about bodybuilding. Stephanie, ever since she was a little girl, wanted to be a bodybuilder. Her sisters played with dolls and she worked out. her brother played football and she played rugby. She was a tough, loud, obnoxious, snot-nosed kid who yelled at everyone she went past if they looked at her funny. She grew and grew up into an even more feisty adult, always choosing to pick on others and make them argue their points and always debating against everyone. She was a fiery hot-headed blond who couldn't stand being shown up. She was going to take herself straight to the top, with or without her parents help. They didn't want her to become a bodybuilder. Instead, they tried to put more emphasis on bows and ribbons and dolls. So what did she do? Gave them what they wanted. Entered youth body building contests and wore bows and ribbons and played with G.I. Joes, claiming that they were dolls not action figures on her behalf. Her parents eventually grew tired of arguing and let her pursue her own dream, encouraging her to the top of the ladder.
Stewart Burrow, however, grew up in a very different environment. his parents were quiet professors who taught their son to read prematurely and he was growing into a regular child prodigy. They taught him piano, he learned the violin, he got glasses, he got braces, everything his parents could do to possibly ostracize their child, they managed to do. But then again, with only one child to look after, it wasn't as if they had much else to do. He was bullied through high school, the constant butt of jokes and teasing for being a nerd and a wimp. When he reached his senior year of high school and was turned down for an invitation to prom on account of going with a jock, he shifted into overdrive. He destroyed his violin, he kicked the piano, he cut off the arms to his coats and shirts and jackets. It was around that time that he realized that he wasn't just a nerdy quiet kid striking back at his parents. He kept it quiet, of course, but he also had a little problem of controlling his rage. His rage suddenly morphed with puberty and he realized that he was something that he couldn't ever try explaining to his parents.He rebelled against his parents, swearing that he would be an athlete when he got older, even as he continued to struggle with his new found secret. He was going to be a professional athlete and his parents couldn't do anything to stop him. They, not being used to such anger and violence, couldn't say much else and slipped away from view as he began to work out like crazy, building his body up form skinny nerd to pulsating biceps. He played every sport that he could manage in college. It wasn't as if he needed to keep his grades up because he was already naturally brilliant because of the years of brain stimulation in his youth. He grew stronger, faster, better, harder and his transformations grew stronger and he learned to control it on his own. Until he'd decided that he was going to settle on wrestling. WWE was his place to be.
Unfortunately, he went through the phase of trying to figure out if it was real or not and simply gave up, taking up underground fighting and wrestling to make up for it. He soon grew tired of trying to keep things secretive but he didn't want to just give up everything he had worked for and rebelled to keep. Instead, he entered the world of bodybuilding in which he could still work out and get stronger, but then he wouldn't have to get the shit beaten out of him each time he went out to prove himself. It was at his first convention that he met the aesthetically appealing Stephanie Langston. She was the one to approach him, of course, and she demanded that he take her out on a date. Flattered, Stewart didn't refuse and they began on a few months of courtship until she proposed to him. He bought her a ring eventually and they got married, with both sides of the family looking extremely awkward and the media publicizing the marriage of the two infamous bodybuilders and the promise of their new family. Not soon after, they had their first set of children, fraternal twins who, right out of the womb, looked like they were ready to take over the world with their near-lack of baby fat. The loving couple raised them with care and Stephanie worked out harder to get her body back into shape and pumping out more wins again. The press went crazy for her re-entrance into the body-building world, showing off her back-to-normal body after delivering twins.
Time went by and the two super-stars went on to have five more children, the new ones smaller than the last. The children were all born on a span of about seventeen years until Stephanie had her last one, darling Liam, the smallest of the pack. At that point, Stephanie declared that she was done with bodybuilding in order to take care of her now-busy household. Liam Tyler Burrow was the youngest. Stuck straight behind Lena and Foster. He didn't grow up as some sob story who didn't think he fit in because he was the weird one and didn't get any attention. He had a perfectly normal childhood, living under his tyrannical mother and her loud demeanor. He inherited his obnoxious behavior from his mother which became apparent at a young age. His brothers and sisters had sat down for an evening meal with Stewart struggling to feed Lena her food. Liam came stomping down the stairs, dressed in his sisters clothing, looking very upset. He stepped into the kitchen, pounding his foot on the floor. "You've given me the wrong clothing, Mommy!" He said loudly, waving his arms around. "What am I going to do at school? Everyone's going to laugh at me!" He was shut up in an instant by his mother who had grabbed him by the edge of the ear and dragged him to the bottom of the stairs. "Then go put on the right ones!" She cried, sending him scurrying back up the stairs. Liam never argued with his mother again, figuring that it was a very bad idea and that nothing would come of it.
Liam eventually started excelling at school, finding his niche as he settled into a rhythm of being the smartest of his family. Unlike the rest of the unruly Burrows, Liam has inherited the brains of his father and the loudness of his mother, making him an awkward combination to toddle around school. His brothers and sisters, however, seemed to receive the short end of the stick, being much bigger and muscular than their little brother but also quieter and stupider. He never held it over their heads because he loved his siblings way too much to ever do such a thing. He received all their hand-me-downs, often too small or too big for him although it didn't matter because he was at school to go to school. Not for frivolous social activities. It was his mother who eventually bullied him into trying an extracurricular, more specifically sports. She didn't want him to lose all the body mass and muscles that he'd inherited from his gorgeous parents and made him play each and every sport to offer. He put his foot down when she suggested he start his own volleyball team and he demanded to be allowed to play one sport and one sport only: rugby. She relented, saying that as long as he was committed to it, that she wouldn't get on his case about it. Liam dedicated his time to the sport, becoming more and more passionate as he played for different teams and different places, joining the intramural for his outside of school activity and nestled into a comfortable swing of life.
Tenth grade, however, when puberty struck in and he was forced to look at himself in a way he'd never expected, turned out to be a little bit more complicated than the simple life he'd been planning to live. He was coming home from school one day, taking a detour through the woods because he thought it would take him home faster. Plus Mama Burrow hadn't been in a good mood when she had called him and he said that he would be late for dinner. So now he was trotting through the woods, looking around to make sure he wasn't snatched or anything as he headed forward. He began to run faster, getting a little paranoid before he stopped in a clearing to see an elegant wolf snuffling through the brush. It glanced up at the sudden approach, small yips sounding in the bush of the pups she had been supervising. Her grow grew low as she stared him down, daring him to take one more step forward.
Liam stared down in partial terror, unable to move. He stood rooted on the spot as she approached him, still growling as her body tensed up. His bag had been gradually falling open as he ran and as she slowly turned around, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, his books fell out onto the ground, causing a loud crash in the relatively silent clearing at which she leapt at him, snarling and yelling. Crying out with fear, he felt his body change and, mid-scream, his body was that of an adolescent lion and his scream was a roar in the face of the mother wolf who turned back to the side, snatching up her pups and making them scamper off with her. He stood there, exhausted, but feeling whole and complete. He'd found it. He'd found that thing that was keeping him from other students. Finally. Shifter Academy was the obvious step after that to avoid any embarrassing transformations in public. He didn't dare tell Mama Burrow, but he confided in his father who arranged for Liam to be transferred to Shifter Academy and finally be able to live in a sort of peace, while telling Stephanie that it was a normal, prestigious college prep school. Two years have passed, and Liam's senior year looks very promising.
...connecting human to animal
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>> Competitive
Although male lions are thought to be lazy and laid back because the females of the pride do the hunting, males actually do contribute to the pack by helping to breed more cubs as well as fending of predators. Similar to Liam, a lion would fight against any outsiders as well as any one who tries to rise up against him or dare go against his will.
>> Tenacious
Most male lions don't stop with just beating back those interfering with the pride, the literally will continue to the death, showing a sense of loyalty, dedication, and tenacity that Liam also possesses. His hard work often pays off but working too hard for something also receives consequences, similar to the paranoid male lion who stays up all night to protect the pride for days and then finally falls asleep on the job and the pride is mobbed. Everyone has bad days and makes mistakes sometimes.
>>Showy
Even if male lions are particularly good fighters, they're mostly just for show. The larger they appear, the more appealing they are to females. Although Liam pretends that he doesn't care what people think, he does want others to see him in a positive light and to understand where he's coming from, even if he does show off all the time.
>>Abrasive
Male lions tend to have very low stamina. Low stamina usually means that the lion can only give one hundred percent for a little while before having to collapse. So, while the tenacious aspect stands, there's only so much that the physical body can do. Liam looks as if he's in the perfect shape of health, but his heart is much too large to be normal or safe, similar to the body and heart of the lion. They aren't made for strenuous activity and rugby pushes the boundary for a while. Because lions and Liam both have so little time to get their point across, being abrasive is an important factor to getting the other party to understand just what is supposed to be happening. Short but hard bursts of energy get the points across.
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It was probably dangerous to be out and about like he was prancing through the streets (not really prancing, persay) and weaving through people as he want. He wasn't going so fast as to make a huge stir around him but he also wasn't going so slow as to allow someone to catch him. Each step was deliberate, well thought out in advance and looking as if he had a mission in mind as he moved. He rounded a corner to see a huge mob of people heading his way, eager to catch the slowly leaving bus. With a deep but quiet breath out of his dark nose, he pushed against the natural flow of the crowd, his fury body bothering a few of the people who wore shorts or skirts. When he'd finally pushed through their legs, mouth clamped with silence, he continued on his way, inquisitive eyes inspecting each doorway thoroughly to see what kind of customers were exiting. He did have a specific goal in mind, after all. When he saw a woman leaving with a kitten cradled in her arms, he let a stealthy grin cross his muzzle. Jackpot.
He looked into the glass of the door and, upon seeing a lack of humans, edged inside the push door. His limited vision meant that he had to press his long nose against a few of the racks to make sure he was seeing correctly. He paused at an elevated display case, hearing soft snuffling coming from inside. He lifted himself up onto his back paws, pressing his front paws against the front of the case. His huge body was enough to stretch the three feet into the air easily so that he was looking in on a small pan of puppies who played amongst themselves. They finally looked up, noticing the large dog and immediately grew quiet, shying away from his long snout. He leaned forward, looking closer at the pups. The each scuttled away until one small black pup toddled forward, his small tail wagging. He reached up on his back paws and put his front ones on MacArthur's nose, yipping quietly and trying to lick his whiskers. The puppy nuzzled against MacArthur until the adult dog had to turn his head away, a tear forming at the corner of his eye. He gently lowered the pup back into his nest and then pulled himself off of the display case, shaking his body slightly to ignore the empty feeling pounding in his chest, a constant reminder of the loss.
His eyes wandered around quietly as he looked back around at the tacks of stock and food available. A loud noise made him speed up his search. He knew that he couldn't get caught. A life depended on this. He looked around, even more nervous since the loud noise, until he saw the familiar plexiglass container filled with water with colorful floating blobs that swam in and out of the scenery inside each of the tanks. He leaned close to one, his nose pressed against the glass and his breath fogging up a spot on the glass. he looked up from the glass to see the racks of food standing next to the numerous tanks. He blinked a little in satisfaction before he reached up, taking a large bag of food into his mouth. He began to back up out of the thin aisle and would have made it out if one of the kittens hadn't seen him and began to hiss. He swerved to the side, causing one tank of fish to come tumbling down over him, crashing behind his left leg. He panicked and his body spasmed, sending him into the rack next to him and making the items fall from the shelves. The loud crash caused a human to come from the back of the store, yelling in frustration at what was happening. When he saw the huge wet black dog, he grabbed his broom and advanced, yelling at the top of his lungs.
The fish flopped around him as he slicked and slid over to the door. He looked over his shoulder and then leapt at the door, hoping to break through it. He obviously didn't have enough force behind it, however, and shook his head clear. He looked back again, more nervous this time, and took about ten steps back from the door. With a running start, he crashed through the glass of the door, causing it to fall all around him and glass to litter his fur, cutting at him as he sprinted at full speed down the street, dodging around humans with his wide eyes attentive of all the possible obstacles. He swerved in and out of the crowd, avoiding them as much as possible as he got close to the Deep Seas Emporium. He paused at the entrance, huffing around the bag he clutched in his mouth while staring at the door. It was simply too crowded today to use the front door. After a bit of searching, he ended up at the back door, pushing it open as he trotted confidently through the tangle of hallways until he reached his room. The dusty room was empty except for the glowing coming from the tank placed in the center of the room, the singular fish in the tank swimming in small, methodical circles. It was only a foot or so off the ground on a short table. MacArthur put the bag on the ground, ripping the top off with his teeth. He picked the now open bag of food on the top of the tank, nosing the top of the tank open. He lowered the open part of the bag gently and allowed a suitable amount of the food to slide out into the tank. The small orange fish dove at the food, snapping it up while MacArthur put the bag behind the table. He sat down in front of the tank and blinked up at the fish. He then laid down and simply watched the fish swim around and enjoy his evening meal. Another life saved.
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