Name: Tesfaye "Faye" Mebrete
Age [appearance]: Early 20\'s
Age [actual]: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Ethiopian Wolf Were Shifter
Sexual preference: So far, asexual. Faye doesn\'t think he\'s actually chemically asexual, but he\'s yet to feel very strongly about someone. He\'s been largely too wrapped up in other things to spend a lot of time thinking about romance. He\'s really more of a pansexual than anything else, though.
Clan: Dark Wolves Clan
Permissions Given in Reasonable RoleplayFeeding - Yes
Siring - No
Injuring - Yes
Killing - No
Appearance
Hair: Faye\'s hair is black as pitch and fairly frizzy by nature. He\'s let his grow out into dreadlocks, which now hit as low as the middle of his upper back. He\'s woven some trinkets into them (coins, bone designs and the like), so they\'re pretty fun to examine.
Eyes: Dark brown, almost black in colour, Faye\'s eyes are inquisitive but broody and guarded. The long eyelashes that frame them might make him seem overly sensitive, but his eyes themselves prevent that impression.
Skin: Faye\'s skin is a little dark for an Ethiopian, going beyond the dark red-brown that most have towards a slightly more dark chocolate-y colour. His skin is smooth and healthy for the most part, though scars show clearly on it to those who look.
Height: 6\'
Weight: ~170
Frame: Faye\'s tall, but he\'s no beanpole. He\'s finally filled out his frame with muscle, and his muscle shows.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Numerous scars aside, Faye\'s biggest mark is two crescent moons, facing each other, on his shoulder blades. It\'s a large mark, with one crescent on each shoulder blade and an
African-style heart with a
twisted line (ignore the circle) in the middle. The heart represents the love he once had, the twisted line a symbol for "I am afraid of nothing but God".
Other notes: Faye moves very fluidly, looking almost as though he has shock-absorbers somewhere in his legs. His head tends to be a little bit dropped, giving him a subtle, feral look.
Faye\'s voice is deep and rich, with an almost smokey, woody quality to it.
Usually seen wearing: Since moving to the Americas, Faye has adopted a rather simple style of modern dress. Jeans and a simple T usually do it for him. Even though he doesn\'t like shoes, he wears them around the city. Sandals are acceptable to him, and he wears them almost year-round.
Personality: Faye is a bit of a brooder, with a slightly moody, curt exterior. He seems to be smoldering, constantly, though it\'s hard to tell what over. He wears his heart on his sleeve and isn\'t prone to lies or deceit. Faye prefers to deal with things head-on, though he won\'t always do it nicely or non-violently. It\'s not that Faye believes that he should solve problems with his fists first, but just that solving problems with his fists has never seemed to be a
bad way to do it. And sometimes, Faye would consider it the best way.
Faye doesn\'t let people in quickly or easily. He\'s very guarded and very careful about where he places his trust. He\'ll keep promises he makes to the people he cares about, or who he thinks deserve it, but to the rest he can be surprisingly roguish. Faye\'s not above thievery, or really any other "amoral" occupation. He\'s out for himself first, or at least that\'s what he would have everyone believe. Whether or not it\'s completely true is still up in the air.
One thing\'s for sure - Faye is a survivor. He didn\'t survive his home by being weak, and he still treats the world he lives in as, perhaps, a much more dangerous place than it actually is. Faye would disagree, of course, or simply look at you with contempt for saying it, but the fact remains. He comes from a different sort of a place, with different demands on a person than most Americans would have felt.
Faye has a little bit of contempt for a lot of the people and beings in the Nameless City. Their priorities seem completely out of line to him and oftentimes the apparent shallowness of many here galls him. Faye is more primal, in many ways, than those who have lives in the Western lands their whole lives. Certainly, he often gives off the impression of a wild animal in human clothing.
One thing that\'s unmistakable about Faye is that he\'s
alive, and not just in the living-and-breathing sense of the word. Though he seems moody and dark, there\'s a vitality to him that\'s hard to miss. There may be pain under there, but instead of dulling him his pain has made him almost electrically present. In a room full of people, Faye could sit in a corner and, unless he did something about it, draw nervous attention to himself. He seems almost as though he\'s a force of nature in his own right - laughter that brings to mind thunderstorms, rage as white-hot as lightning, a heartbeat that pounds like ocean waves. It\'s something subtly noticeable, something most never consciously realise, and something that makes Faye remarkable without having to do much of anything.
History: Faye was born high in the Bale mountains to a small pack of Ethiopian shifter-wolves like him. As Faye\'s particular pack was unusually high in the mountains, they were mostly left alone by humans and normal wolves alike. Faye was born alone in the middle of a rather harsh famine, however, which drove his pack down into the lowlands in an attempt to gather more food. This is when he and his family first caught the eye of Tau, a dark angel who\'d been working as a large-scale (for the area) rancher in the mountains. Faye and his pack were managing to kill his stock and avoid all the traps - too clever for wolves. Nonetheless, Faye and his pack managed to live through the famine (mostly - a couple died, much to the pack\'s sadness) and return to the highland region.
It wasn\'t long after they returned to the mountain peaks that Faye began to show signs of malaria. Though he came down ill, he was much less severely so than might have been expected. Some time passed, and it became clear that Faye was going to live. Still, he needed to rest often, so he was left at the den most days. It was one such day that Tau finally decided to take his revenge on Faye\'s family. They had been out hunting in wolf form when the dark angel and several hunters found them. It was a short fight, one that left Faye\'s pack dead.
Faye didn\'t realise until 2 days had passed. It wasn\'t too unusual for his pack to take their time hunting and patrolling, sleeping in alternate places while they moved. As it moved into the third day, though, the young shifter began to worry. He gathered his strength, then went out looking for them.
It didn\'t take him long to find the carnage left over. The scent of death wasn\'t hard to catch so long after the fact. Most of his family had been skinned on the spot, the skins taken to be sold for their fur. Though the blood was dizzying, Faye managed to catch the scent of his family\'s killers. Most of the scents he recognised as human, but one... one was different. Faye didn\'t know how, yet, but he remembered it. It was burned into his mind.
Faye couldn\'t remain in the highlands safely, not still sick as he was. As such, he was forced into the lowlands and his human shape, taking refuge in a small village near where he and his pack had hunted earlier that year. Faye was awkward in human society, especially at first. Still, the villagers there were patient with him, especially Zema, the older woman who cared for him while he was ill. Faye came to consider her a part of his pack, almost, given how kindly she had treated him.
In time, he recovered fully and began working as a hunter, bringing home food for his caretaker and generally becoming accustomed to human society. Zema was a well-educated woman, too, so she passed on her knowledge to Faye. Though he was initially unwilling, he soon grew to enjoy Zema\'s teachings (except when it came to English - having to speak only English in the main living space was just hard). All the while, he kept up with what he\'d learned from his pack - mostly the art of fighting, which some of the men in the village also helped him hone.
Even while he was in the village, life wasn\'t particularly easy. Oftentimes food was short, and disease was a problem for someone almost year-round. Faye would sometimes sneak off to larger villages to thieve, though he never told Zema. She wouldn\'t have approved, no matter how necessary it sometimes was. Faye saw no problem with it, though - he would protect his own at the cost of his or anyone else\'s life.
Faye was about 16 when he caught the scent of the dark angel again. The young shifter\'s mind came to a very cold, simple sort of clarity when he did. He carefully moved through the crowd he was in, picking out the source of the smell. Ah. There. That man, the one who the light seemed to dim around. Faye found it fitting.
Carefully, Faye followed the man, then calmly asked around to find out where he lived. When he learned Tau was a rancher, Faye decided to pose as a potential employee - one of many hunters whose job it was to kill off anything that hunted his livestock. Faye got the job, working there for some time as he learned the angel\'s habits and weaknesses. And then, when he had everything figured out and properly set up, Faye made his move, killed the angel and returned to his home. In the morning, it was announced that Tau had been killed by a large predator and Faye pretended to be surprised, as everyone else was.
Revenge achieved, Faye continued his life with Zema. When he turned 18, Zema announced that she had saved up some money to send him to school in America. Faye resisted at first, but Zema insisted he go, saying that it had been the most important thing anyone had ever done for her and was the most important thing she would be able to do for him. Besides, from years of having to speak English in the house, he knew the language. It was a battle of wills that Zema won, and so later that year, Faye got on an airplane for the first time in his life and traveled to the Nameless City.
There, Faye attended college. Several months after he went, Zema and many of the people from Faye\'s village were killed as some of the last casualties of the Ethiopian-Eritrean war. Faye was devastated, but he didn\'t return. There was nothing to go home to without Zema. He remained in the city, meeting the Dark Wolves Clan at 22 as he graduated college. Their goal of destroying angels suited him juuuuuust fine. He petitioned to join them, getting accepted into the pack at 23.
Since then he\'s mostly just survived, working with the Dark Wolves whenever he could and otherwise simply going his own way. He\'s often considered returning to Ethiopia, but every time he thinks about it he thinks about both the families he\'s lost there, and the pack with a shared purpose he has here. It could be worse... And so Faye stays, intent on his work and rather fond of the pack he has now. Life\'s good enough for him.
Awareness of Supernaturals
Sensory List: (just one listed, as Faye does not have a large discrepancy between his forms)
* Akari/Zalmric- none
* Angels (Dark, Fallen, and Good)- high
* _____ babies - med
* Cheshire Cat- high
* Demons (All demons)- med
* Dör Unicorn- med
* Dryad- none
* Faerie- none
* Gorgons- med
* Hex Beings- high
* Human Beings- high
* Imps (5 Types)- none
* Incubus / Succubus- high
* Nightmares- high
* Observers- none
* Pindae- low
* Shape Shifters- med
* Sidhe- none
* Skvaders- none
* Spectre- high
* Vampire (Infusco and Masquerade)- high
* Werewolves- high
* Wraiths- none
Occupation: Faye works as a barkeep at Club Zero.
Interesting Facts / Quirks: Faye plays the drums like no one\'s business, and he loves to sing and dance.
Faye has almost no real differences between his wolf and human forms, save for the purely physical stuff.
Faye\'s a dihybrid, carrying one gene for sickle cell anemia and one normal gene. That was why he survived malaria.
Hobby/Hobbies: Drumming, singing, fighting, dancing, running and hunting.
Likes: The urban jungle, the highlands of his home, nighttime, down-to-Earth people, respect, libraries, alleyways, small animals, song, colour, spicy food, being left the hell alone and getting close to people.
Dislikes: The mixed-up way people have of living, waste, racist folk, overly cheerful people, ignorance in those old enough to lack an excuse, apathy, silence and most vegetables.
Strength: Faye\'s a more than competent fighter in both his forms and has received formal training in Surma and Re-Efi-Areh-Ehsee, a stick fighting and hand-to-hand fighting form, respectively. He\'s also an incredibly vital person, someone who won\'t let himself be bullied and won\'t give up, ever. He\'s tenacious and oftentimes rather good-hearted. Also, he can change his form to that of a large black Ethiopian Wolf at will, though this tires him out a little.
Weakness/Flaw: Faye\'s moodiness and confrontational nature can drive people away or get him into trouble, and Faye\'s too damn stubborn to just lay off and let it go. He\'ll stand by himself and his own to the end, for better or for worse. Additionally, Faye has trouble with extended activity. Distance running is difficult for him, as are other long-term endurance things. It\'s because of his dihybrid nature with regards to sickle-cell anemia.
Anything Else To Add: Faye doesn\'t like it when people ask why he holds the mark he does. At all.
As English is his second language, Faye has quite an accent when he speaks. Sometimes it can make him difficult to understand, but most people can puzzle it out well enough, especially if he speaks slowly.
Motorcycles are Faye\'s preferred mode of transportation. Car laws here were too much of a pain in the butt for him to try to figure out, so he went with something a little potentially looser.
In his wolf form, Faye is more charcoal coloured than pure black, though he has highlights of pure black in his coat.
Pictures:
This would be Faye all dressed up and straightened out, possibly for a formal job interview or something. Also, his dreads are thicker than that and they have things woven into them, unlike in the picture.
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