WIP
My OC, A
Name:
Antares Izaiah Devereux Vidar Demaris
Greek: Equal of Ares
Hebrew: God is salvation
Norman: ?
Old Norse: Wide, army, warrior
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Role:
Formerly: Scout and occasional sniper
Currently: Part of a experimental espionage project
Appearance:
At five feet seven inches tall, he stands at a decent yet shorter than average height. The construction of this man is primarily designed for speed and stealth with strength as a vague afterthought, a general narrowness about his form that is found in the blueprints of leopards and foxes, indeed the type of muscle that is to be found on him is of a lean composition, athletic from activity yet remaining lean in the manner of a wild cat.
Black hair, as dark as the feathers of a raven with a slight blue tinge when direct sun is illuminating it, is cut short, closer to the shape of the skull than usual, though it is not exactly to the point of exposing the skin. However, his eyes are as bright as his hair is dark, a high soaring blue like that of an afternoon sky in summer with no cloud in sight, richer than sapphires, the color seems to be.
His skin, a moderate brown tone with warm copper-bronze undertones to it, one that can carry quite a tan, more than what he was born with, when exposed to the sunlight for extended periods of time with little worry of burning easily. It does carry some scars collected from tricky situations in the past, both in his military career and in civilian times, a respectable amount yet not as many compared to those who have had a truly rough time of it in the field. His hands have grown a bit rougher from use without protection.
The way that he moves is in a distinctly military fashion, a neatness and prepared edge to his gait, yet there is a grace to it that softens the general impression, as if he is used to moving with quieted steps. Nearly the movements of a cat, or perhaps a wolf, strong yet with a peculiar gracefulness that speaks of a strength not found in conventional ways.
Wolf Form:
A rather handsome thing his shifted form is, with a pelt the black of the darkest ink and of the fabric of a starless night, and plumes cold silver like the shine of light from a fire-forged steel sword, blooming beneath his belly and arch of the throat, spreading to either sides of his lower face and chin like the spray of sea-salt. When exposed to the sunlight or any bright lighting, the deep black of his fur takes on a rich reddish-brown at the edges, as if taken after the coloring of mahogany. It holds no excess fluffiness however, the dark fur is sleek and lies close to the contours of his slender form.
The eyes of his human form carry over to the wolf, eyes burning bright as embers from a fire against a black and silver face, made startlingly blue with the contrast against his fur. As with most shifters, those eyes are noticeably more intelligent than that of a common wolf, sharpened with alertness.
Personality:
-Observant, perceptive,
-very Loyal, steady
-More reserved, not shy, more independant
-knows his place, typically respectful,
-snippy/snarky, can have a temper, will bite back
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-as of late, very stressed:
*intolerant, impatient with equals
*withdrawn, little initiation of talks, but pleasant enough when spoken to
-Comes off as anxious, nervous,
-Tired
Other:
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Strengths & Weaknesses:
+Acting, or at least, being
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Country Name:
Lanteric
Fall Month: 1 
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Hurricane Moon: 
