TEROR, cain izzak

[cain izzak terror]

CAIN TERROR

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mask of deception;

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full name; cain izzak terror
nickname(s); cainypoo, babyface, pup ( only gab can call him these ; )
age; seventeen
birthday; march, twenty fourth , 91
grade; junior
species; werewolf
gender; male
sexual orientation bi-sexual
canon or original; original

uncovering the truth;

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personality;

Cain can and most likely be the rudest, self-centered were-wolf in the school. Not only does he have a quick mouth he can be pretty obnoxious time to time. A quick temper to boot and not to mention that Cain is bi-polar. A bi-polar were-wolf never goes well - oh no. Also with his gene's of being a brute, his temper sets off pretty quickly even if someone looks his way with a quick glimpse. He goes off, thinking people are talkinig about him, and he simply can't stand people staring at him.

You could think that Cain was a nice kid ( and sometimes he actually is ! ) just by his sweet face and fake-friendly smiles. Once and awhile you'll catch the wolf-swain on a good day, and when you do, thats the best time to talk. Not having many friends because of his poor attitude and quick to judge others, Cain doesn't really bother keeping friends anyhow. They'll just stab you in the back later. . . or try and shoot you . . literally.

Cain doesn't trust too easy either, or puts alot of faith into others. Maybe it's because he's just a paranoid being and actually really self-concious about himself. Actually, thats exactly the reason. He puts up this wall prickly thorns infront of him, protecting him from pain and harm that others will cause him. The boy's scared of getting hurt again and will stop at nothing to make sure it won't happen, ever.

But when the boy does get involved with someone, along the road, a few years from now and etc etc - he gets terribly jealous and territorial over his other half. It's not like he's going to mark you as his territory by pissing on you. More like hunt you down every few hours, see what you're doing and kill whomever gets too close.

Cain is terrified.. TERRIFIED of mating season. When a wolf-swan is in heat, Cain'll book it like a demon out of hell and hide in his room for . . well, it could take weeks even months before you'll see him again.

The wolf-swain can also be a bit of a pervert. A bit? Try mega pervert. What? The school needs one I think. ( baha ) He's had many lovers both male and female; but the relationships never last too long. He isn't looking for a commited relationship with anyone, he can't seem to find the ' right one'. Not that he believes in the one, but whatever. Cain's just looking for quick, simple lays and for when he's done can just throw the person away. Or.. whats left of them. Afterall, Cain gets a little.. into what he's doing and tends to hurt the person alot. Sometimes even kill. He would play with the person, much like a cat with a mouse, until he goes into the kill - or when he just gets really bored and doesn't want his toy anymore. Cain loves blood and gore.

Despite his . . .repuation of killing his one night stands, Cain is a neat freak. Highly OCD to the extreme. If you look into his fridge, he has everything labelled, put into the right containers and stored away neatly. He'd start tweaking if something was out of order and goes pretty nuts when people re-arrange his hard work. So, note to self, don't touch anything in Cain's fridge - or anything else he owns. . . All in all, don't get involved with him.


likes;

• drinking & smoking
  
• partying
  
• the smell after it rains
  
• cool weather
  
• looking nice & dressing up
  
• Jones ( the drink )
  
• the j-rock look
  
• nintendo
  
• slurpies
  
• miso soup
  
• munching on vampires ( nomnomnom ! )
  
• screwing
  
• his gabriel
  
• shameless flirting
  
• blood
  
• being alone
  
• the band The Tea Party
  
• nibbling and biting people
  

dislikes;

• mint gum
  
• you, perhaps
  
• mushrooms in soup is wrong
  
• people breathing down his neck
  
• dirty mirrors
  
• hello kitty
  
• coffee
  
• being told what to do and how to act
  
• lame parties
  
• tofu
  
• a good majority of everyone at school
  
• being out of smokes
  
• unclean people
  
• snotty bitches
  
• getting fat
  
• messes
  
• other were-wolves
  
• school
  
• smelly piercings
  
• being out of hairspray
  

fears;

• clowns
  
• otters ( don't ask )
  
• water
  
• small dark places
  

habits;

• tends to lie alot
  
• picks/bites at nails when nervous
  
• tends to fight with gabe a lot
  

flaws;

• closet coke head
  
• gets terribly jealous & clingy
  
• picks fights out of boredom
  
• a bit too paranoid sometimes
  

time machine;

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parents;

velkan terror• afew hundred years (roughly 34 in human yrs )• poor • deceased
anelise terror• afew hundred years ( roughly 22 in human yrs )• poor • deceased

siblings;

milo terror • 13 • good • alive
chara terror ( twin of milo ) • 13 • good • alive
star terror • 16 • on and off • alive
( the other five brothers and sisters cain has died from a vampire attack )


kids; eww.
pets; a sphinx cat named Raphael
hometown; dublin, ireland.
personal history;

Cain's parents, Velkan and Anelise met back in 1673, Dublin Ireland. Almost instantly they had fallen in love with eachother when their eyes met. This isn't a love story, by the way. Soonly after that ( more like a few days ) they had mated and given birth to seven puppies. Being both part wolves themselves, it was only natural. A year later, Anelise gave birth to four more. Two twins whom were male and female, another daughter, and . . .Cain. Who had the weirdest eyes Anelise have had ever beheld. Velkan had accussed his mate that she had cheated on him, because the rest of his kids and either brown or green eyes. Of course Anelise hadn't yet Velkan didn't believe a word of it.

So, Cain became the scapegoat of the large family. But later in the months a swarm of vampires had sought them out and slaughtered Anelise and the first litter whilst Velkan was out hunting. Only three of the children had remained - Star, Milo, Chara, and Cain. Once Velkan got back from said hunt, he was grief stricken to see his mates and childrens bodies torn apart everywhere. And to his dismay, Cain had survived with nothing but a broken leg.

Later on in the years, as the children gotten older, Cain had realised that he was .. indeed different from the rest of his siblings. He was finding and experiancing strange abilities and powers. He could change into a human at will unlike his siblings who needed it to be daylight which they could take human form, but Cain just had this overwhelming power and strength about him. Not to mention his eyes freaked everyone out - those swirling silver orbs of his. The beatings and so on has been carried out still from his father, and sometimes by his own siblings. Not that it was their fault, and Cain didn't hold it against them for it. Their father had demanded it and pushed the kids into hurting Cain. One day, when Cain had turned fifteen, he lashed out at his father who had attacked him for even looking his way; and Cain had done some serious damage. So severe that Velkan had died from the amount of blood loss. Cain had fled then and travelled to England, where he knew he had some family there.

Once he arrived on the front porch of his Aunts house, whom was a widow since Uncle Ben had passed away three years ago, Cain knocked on the door and was greeted by his Aunt Marge. He started a drinking problem, started to snort crank ( not that either of these two things does much to a wolf - he just likes the light butterfly , light-headed feeling he gets ) and become rebalious. He was enrolled at ( _____ ) and shit went down hill from there. A wolf, whom lived in a pack for a majority of his life couldnt simply start enter acting with a bunch of disgusting humans. But then he met Gabriel Fier. And things didnt end well from there. He lived with his aunt up until she passed away on a cool morning of October, and Cain was turning seventeen in ten days. He was used to people dying on him, so it really didnt faze him much.

mirror, mirrror;

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hair; raven black, always spiked and iron with straightner
eyes; swirling silver
weight; one hundred and two
height; five foot five
tattoos; none - atm.
piercings; septum and snake-bites
anything else; nuuupe.
play by/face claim; chris chaos

underneath the mask;

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your name; kyrian
age; sixteen
other characters; n/a
where did you find us? advertising board on a site
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;

Cain let out a pain filled gasp as his being slithered it's way back into his body, after the long trip back to the past. He let himself leave his body to travel back to the time's when he was innocent, calm and collected. Up until he turned four and his father sired him the pack's new scapegoat. His childhood wasn't all glitz and glamor how some people would take him to have had. Just because he was in a higher clique than others, people thought he was only stuck up from being a spoiled rich brat. If only they knew what he's gone through when he was a pup. He was born an animal and once he hit puberty he turned into a human. That happening to a young pup in a pack of savage wolves was never good news. Instantly he was an alien. His eyes didn't help him out either. His dad called his mother a whore. Falsely accusing the poor woman that she had slept with the Gods and then conceived Cain. So, Cain became the scapegoat and literally thrown to the wolves - more towards the un-mated males of the pack.

He was violated at a young age and could still feel the male's hands on his body, panting heavily in his ear as he took away his innocence. This was why he doesn't allow anyone to be at his back, or near him for that matter. He flips out when ( mostly when it's someone taller than he ) people stand behind his back and breathe on the back of his neck. Cain couldn't stand anyone around him - period. It is why he's alone to this day.

The wolf-swain shivered of the memories that slowly swimmed back to him, and he rolled onto his side in his bed, pulling the blanket over his head and shut his eyes tight. It was something an old friend had taught him. His little way to hide from the world when it got too much and he couldn't take it all in. Sometimes it just got to much and over-whelmed the petite Were. Swallowing hard Cain forced himself to crawl out of bed and get changed. Pulling on a heavy metal band t-shirt over his head, he quickly tugged on skinny jeans and zipped them up before he shuffled over to his combat boots and put those on as well. Whilst he did his hair he didn't make eye contact with himself in the mirror. His eyes disgusted him. Back then he would try to tear his eyes out; which he did once but they just crawled back into his sockets. Sometimes he did find himself cursed.

Once his hair was spiked and the longer pieces of his hair like his sideburns, his mane and bangs - he straightened those locks with a straightening iron and sprayed with heat resistant flat iron spray to keep his hair bone-straight. Applying a line of black eyeliner to the outside of his eyes, he took a small brush for putting on blush, but instead used it for the black eyeshadow he bought a few days ago and with an artistic hand he applied it on his eyelids. Next he snatched the mascara bottle and untwisted it. Using the spiked brush he dosed the eyelashes with it and blinked a few times as he caught himself in the mirror. His eyes looked smoky and the silver of his eyes stood out more. Much to his dismay. Snatching black wraparounds he placed them over his eyes and graving his Coffin shaped backpack, left the dorm like that.

Walking down the corridors he made his way to the entrance yard to have a smoke. On his way there he couldn't help but hear them. Those nagging, sniding, and hurtful voices in his head. He took a deep breath and counted to ten twice, hoping if he calmed down a little he could signal the voices out. Which didn't seem to work. As he picked up his pace the voices grew louder and louder with each step. Before long he couldn't take it anymore and started to run.

"Leave me alone , get out of my head !"

Ignoring the strange and startled stares from fellow students, Cain threw open the main doors and turned sharply to the under hood before he slowed into a slow jog.

Panting quietly he rested his back against the wall and leaned forward to place his hands on his knees. His bag dropped to the floor at his feet but he didn't snatch it back up. It isn't like anyone was going to follow him out here or randomly spot him and take his bag away. Which held many things. Such as his cell phone and his pipe who he named Daisy.

Trying to swallow over the large lump that formed in his throat, he could feel his eyes grow hot and soon tears were spilling down pale cheeks. Sliding down the wall until he was sitting with his knees hugged to his chest, he rested his forehead against his knees and silently cried. Ugh, he felt like such an idiot right now. Cain Terror did NOT cry. Alas here he was, breaking down.

He vaguely heard faint footsteps near and then stop.
He didn't look up to see who it was so kept his head bent and his body still.

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