Descriptive Individual roleplay (2.0) (closed)

The werewolf (M)

((The art is not mine, it's from this amazing person @mazu_ff14 on twitter ^^)).

(This is his wolf form ^^^^).

Name/last name: "Desmond Rhett!" He announced like it wasn't personal information he'd rather keep to himself.

Age: "I'll leave you to guess!" He winked playfully, biting on a finished lollipop stick. (22 years old)

Gender: "Uh, I'm a guy?" Desmond tilted his head, sharp teeth still gnawing on the stick.

Sexuality: "it doesn't matter to me," he shrugged, lazily looking out into the distance. (Either questioning, or Pansexual. He's not sure)

Looks: "Right here! And if you can't see, then have this lollipop to at least have a feel of my favourite sweet," he handed the circular sweet, no hesitation to his actions.

Species: "Are you pulling my leg?" He tilted his head, a still playful look in his eyes. (Werewolf)

Personality: Desmond is a soul with the need of liberty, he feels free without chains pulling him down and longs for the feeling to stay with him at all times, the boy isn't judgmental, he's also very carefree and untroubled when it comes to confessions, having the usual existential mindset out of his system, Desmond is not a curious person as he prefers to stay out of peoples business and is more of a wanderer than anything, adventuring the world in a defined path, despite all of his carelessness when he really does put thought into something, the werewolf will fixate his attention towards it and block out any noise or distractions around him. Desmond is also an ambivert, he would want to seclude himself and be alone, or be around others and voice out his opinions, his mood and wants change between those feelings, and he's very imaginative, most of his dreams consisting of leaving the pack by growing wings and ceasing to live with them any longer, as he hates the overwhelming responsibilities.

Like(s): He loves lollipops, pointing out weird cloud shapes, feathery designs, all the different ways snow-flakes turn out to look like, fluffy sweets (e.g cheese cake and ice scream), peculiar and exhilarating situations, calming songs, wind chimes, and fluffy tails.

Dislike(s): Really loud noises, prejudices and stereotypes, hot and spicy foods, super sour candies, jealousy, anger, owls because of their stretchy necks, and the dark/scary situations.

Weakness(es): The inescapable urge to hunt can really hurt others around him, he's much to honest, Desmond is too straightforward and trusting, and he get's flirty after a little while.

Strength(s): He has exceptional strength despite showing a calmer exterior, can talk and read really fast, and has the love of learning.

Backstory: Throughout his life, Desmond grew up to be a carefree spirit. As a werewolf, and the next Alpha in line, the others being secretive and super serious shunned and hated the calm and happy aspect of his personality, as they all have high expectations for him, or at least, his father does. Everyday of his life he's reminded to wear that dumb royal cape the wolves hunted down for him, told to stand tall and give those around him an intimidating stare, and not let anybody belittle him or his father (mostly his father) but Desmond hates it— he wants to be free, run away from the strict rules his wolf pack created, as the next Alpha male in line shouldn't be him.
Desmond tried to use the weak excuse, each time somebody complimented his strength he'd contradict with his dorky attitude and make them think he really was a careless and feeble werewolf, but that isn't the case. Desmond is surprisingly strong, and actually goes through training in extensive training grounds. If any wolf picked on him, even attempt to stand their ground as they always expected they were stronger than him, they'd get their arses beaten when he finally snaps. Because all of the stress is starting to overwhelm Desmond, and the werewolf really wishes he could go back to his childhood, where laughing without a care was accepted. But that will never happen, he doubts it ever will. And that's how everything used to be, and still is for him.

Flaws(s): He snaps very easily during highly stressful moments, a loudmouth (can't keep a secret), he's aimless, and blunt to the point of not even thinking about his words.

Parent(s): August (full name is Augustus, he's Desmond's father. Still alive and well), Damaris (His mother, she has fallen terribly ill, and is not expected to survive)

Quote(s):

"Wandering is a sin." - Bendy and the ink machine inspired.

"Head up, stand tall, mouth closed."

"Lollipops are my only comfort in this world."

Other(s): Desmond loves sweets but can only have a select few being a werewolf, even with his love for interesting situations he likes small talk especially since it's awkward and seeing the other person stutter makes him smile, and he has one other younger sibling to avoid giving excuses by handing over the throne to any older or more responsable blood relatives.

Scenario 1:

You were getting ready for an upcoming festival — one of the biggest ones you as a proud resident take very seriously— but to your dismay, during said festival, a stain got onto your expensive new outfit, and you were told to venture out into a clearing near the lake to clean off the big splotch of sauce one of your friends splattered onto your clothes. You didn't have any hard feelings towards them, well, not until the last sentence of their harmless order.
"Make sure to keep away from one of them."
The words repeated through your head like a harsh cacophony, bringing anxiety to your nerves as you started to wash your coat in a lake, a small one nearby. It all went well for a while, thinking back to those words had you scoffing as if it were a teenager spreading false rumours of a dumb urban legend circling the area, you continued to wipe the sticky red sauce off and groaned angrily as it started to get worse the harder you scrubbed.
It got to the point where you wanted to just give up, but something stopped you, because there it was.
Two pairs of light brown eyes, staring at you in the darkness, it was one of them. The sudden shock froze you up, as you were watching it back, a dark tail wagging behind the creature. It's body could barely be seen in the darkness. And you wondered what it was, why they were called such hushed names.
What next?

Scenario 2:

Walking through the tantalizing forests (you get to choose the reason), you realize the sun starting to set, meaning darkness would come soon. The need to get back into a sheltered area plagued your mind with fear of the woods, one that got you walking fast.
Until a loud howl sounded behind you, and you stood there, momentarily engulfed by a flock of wolves, running and grazing past you, completely ignoring your presence.
"W-What?" Your voice barely makes out, as suddenly a figure stops in its tracks and looks back, staring at you with its shining brown eyes, intimidating you with the sudden stillness of both of your breaths. The others ran away without a care.
What next?

Scenario 3:
(WIP)

Scenario 4:

Make one up!