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in character. Full name: Seifer Almasy Alias/Nickname: Age/Date of Birth:25 22/12 Mortal/Immortal: Mortal Species: Shifter Status: Slave Sexuality:Bisexual leaning towards men. Occupation: Asshole currently, Ironworker/Smith in his previous life. PB: Cam Gigandet Kinks: Domination, foreplay, oral sex, denial, bondage, rough sex, dirty talk. He’s not choosy when it comes to sex as long as he’s the one making the decisions. Hard Limits:I’m pretty laid back about most stuff but I don’t do vore, or excessive gore, or mutilation/castration, scat or watersports. Rape is an iffy subject; dub-con maybe, non-con is a no. Anything else, just ask me first. Appearance: Stands at about 6’2” with short blond hair that’s slicked back most days, blue-green eyes, a faint scar across the bridge of his nose, a square jaw and a whole lot of bad attitude to go with his stubborn chin. He’s lean and well muscled from his previous life of hard work and the more than the occasional fight. He has a few random marks and scars, mostly along his arms, from his time at the school of hard knocks and working around hot metal and fire constantly. Seifer also sports a Cross of Saint James tattoo on his upper right bicep that he received in his mid-teens. He wears what he wants when he wants and it’s usually more for comfort and function than looks and something that can’t stand up to hard labour isn’t found in his closet. Or it wasn’t anyways.He has one favourite beat up old rain jacket that comes out when the weather is particularly bad, otherwise he wears mostly a pair of old work boots, faded black denim and a crew neck shirt in navy blue or some variant there of. Personality: Stubborn, arrogant, rude, short-tempered, insensitive and generally just full of himself. Seifer is cocky, and has no problem sharing his opinion about anything to anyone. He’ll also tell you exactly where to step off if you get on his nerves or he’s just having a bad day. He’s clearly got a chip on his shoulder the size of a Buick and only someone that was a complete fool, blind or more of an egotist than he is would ever pick him to take home. Despite all of his best efforts to be the least desirable human being on the plant, he is capable of kindness and good-deeds on occasion though he frequently hides that fact through gruff comments and complaints so that no one will suspect him of said deeds and he’d certainly insult anyone that pointed out such event until they wondered if they were mistaken about it. Seifer also lets people think less of his intelligence than is true. He’s played the role of dumb thug for most of his life that he finds it much easier to just let others underestimate his mental abilities than try and correct them. This by no means means that he is a brilliant scholar or intellect, but merely that he’s not nearly as dumb as he looks or plays up at times to let other drop their guard around him. He will often be the first to make light of his own smarts to get that ball rolling. Abilities: If he was in a room full of other people, he would stand out has exceptionally strong, with a good sense of humour but maybe a little mean and definitely crude. In a room full of everything else that goes bump in the night, he’s just another typical mortal, doomed to die of old age sooner rather than later. The reality is that he’s a shift and has the same strange ability that all shifters seem to have in common though he rarely uses his abilities as he discovered them later in life and he doesn’t trust them. History: Seifer Almasy has never known his parents nor would he recognize them in the streets if he saw them. If he was introduced to them, he wouldn’t give a good god damn about them either. As an infant he was smuggled out of their city though he doesn’t know this, and dropped off on a hospital doorstep many miles and a few states away. He was raised in an orphanage and left to fend for himself almost since day one and it shows in how he views and interacts with the world around him. He owe it nothing and expects nothing from it in return because that’s what the world will give you; nothing. In his youth, he quickly learned that to survive you need to be strong and willing to take what you need. Of course this was mostly regarding food in a place that just barely had enough to feed the continual flood of mouths in need entering the main doors and before his 8th year of life, he’d banded together with some other young toughs to go about taking care of themselves. This was usually in the form of petty thefts and taking food from smaller or weaker kids, thus ensuring their own survival. As they grew older and matured, so did their actions and activities; no longer were they shaking down other children, instead they were protecting their turf from outside gangs and engaging in gang wars in the streets. He became very good in a brawl and a new avenue of advancement opened up for him as Seifer took those skills into the world of underground fighting; the profits of which he used to better his life by getting out of the slums of his town and gaining his own small loft and taking night classes to have some kind of fall back plan on what he was going to do when fighting was no longer an option. That day was going to come sooner than he realize though and in one particular match, things took a dramatic turn for the worst with him. The fight had been set up in the middle of the night at the zoo. It had enough space in a closed down exhibition for the crowd and fighters even if it meant dealing with the occasional growl and cry of animals around them. It was a long and violent fight as his opponent was just has hard headed and stubborn as he was and neither young man was willing to lose face or show weakness in front of his friends and rivals that they pushed themselves far beyond the breaking point any sensible person would take. Maybe that’s what did it? Maybe it was pushing too far that caused Seifer to step from normal dumb ass human kid to something else? His vision blurred, his ear range, his knuckles were raw and blood spattered everywhere while the crowd cheered and the animal chittered and called in protest. He could barely stand, and had to keep shaking his head to see clearly, even if it was just for a second and it would make his head pound when he did; add more pain and fury to his adrenaline soaked brain. The guy he was fighting was hardly another teenager any more and had at least another twenty pounds of muscle on him to Seifer’s sixteen year old frame. And, yeah, he was sore too, but he was no where as battered and bruised as Seifer was; he knew it too from the shit eating grin on his face but Seifer wasn’t about to lose, he wasn’t about to go down without tearing that smug look off of the other kid’s face. If only all those damn animals would shut up and left him focus. If only everyone would stop goddamn screaming like they were being murdered by a monster. For Christ’s sake! It wasn’t like they didn’t see monsters every god damn day or something! It wasn’t like more than half of them didn’t live with the constant reminder that one day they’re name could be pulled and they would end up losing whatever little bit of what they had to someone else as they were carted off to live the rest of their life as someone’s bitch. It wasn’t as if he had claws all the time….Wait...What? It’s been almost 10 years since Seifer shifted in front of a crowd of thugs and crooks, since he was so amped up on the shitting situation of his life and the rush of fighting, that he maimed and maybe killed a few people only to wake up the next day in a park miles away sticky with blood, sweat and dirt. He still doesn’t know exactly what happened, what triggered it, or if anyone is looking for him and he tells himself he doesn’t really care; That was somebody else’s life, someone else’s problem. He left that town and put as much distance between him and that place as he could; he just packed up the few meager possessions he had and found another life to live somewhere no one knew him. Seifer found a job that he was good at, that let him work with his hands and lose himself in what he was doing. He bulked up from it, turned it into something profitable and lived comfortably for many years. And now that he’s just a few years away from being truly safe and out of the lottery system, it came as a kick to the teeth when he’s name was called and the life he carved out for himself with his own two hands was suddenly no longer his. Worse yet, it put his name back out there for anyone and everyone to see. He shifted once and it was a nightmare made flesh. What the hell is he going to do now if it happens again? Facts: Fun fact 1: He’s better read than he lets on. Fun fact 2: Extended exposure to heat doesn’t bug him as much as other people from years working in a foundry and extreme heat. Fun Fact 3: Is an orphan. Fun Fact 4: He really hates zoos...Really, really hates them. Fun Fact 5: Is a beer drinker. Fun Fact 6: I’m (mun) an idiot sometimes. He’s not nearly as idiot as I. out of character. OOC: Name:Lise Aim/E-mail/Best method of contact:tehtrashaccount@hotmail.com Aim/Email Time Zone:PST How did you hear about us?:Dawn. 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