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Character Application
Character Name: Atticus Bell
Fandom: Original
Gender: male
Age: 21
Canon Point: If he can be said to have a canon…just after he’s been turned into a werewolf.
Power: Branchala. Atticus is a musician at heart. He makes music without even thinking about it, and he’s been classically trained for most of his life.

Orientation: Bicurious, but he identifies as homosexual.

History: Atticus comes from a sort of picture perfect family. His parents are upper middle class, and he grew up in Connecticut where his parents tried to give him as normal and down-to-earth childhood as possible. His dad was a high school math teacher and his mom an English professor at the local university. He’s an only child.

It became clear at a young age that Atticus had an affinity for music, and when he was in junior high, he really wanted to be a rock star. His parents encouraged him to follow whatever path he wanted, but he somehow got it into his head that he was not cool enough for rock and roll, so he stuck with his classical roots. When it came time for him to go to college, Atticus chose Columbia with the intent to major in vocal performance and classical guitar. On days when he’s being particularly honest with himself, he admits that he chose Columbia because he really wanted to go to New York because part of him still wants to be a rock star.

For the first few years, Atticus has a fairly normal college experience. The summer before his senior year, however, his mom is diagnosed with cancer of the liver, and Atticus has to start dealing with some of the harsh realities he’d been spared thus far. He gets a job to help pay his own bills instead of relying on his parents, who now have medical bills to worry about in addition to their usual expenses.

A few months into his senior year, he meets Mason, an older, incredibly handsome man who Atticus is surprised to find is actually interested in him. Being young and generally horny, though, he chooses not to question it, even when Mason gets a little (or a lot) rough in bed, showing a definite tendency toward biting hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even question it when he starts to find himself developing a strange bond with Mason and wanting more and more to please him.

In the same month that he meets Mason, Atticus’ mother dies, and Mason insists on accompanying him to the funeral, which takes place a few days before the full moon. He stays at his parents’ house with Mason until the moon changes and so does he. Because it was completely unexpected and rather traumatic, Atticus’ first change is painful, and though Mason tries to help him through it, Atticus still wakes the next morning feeling completely betrayed and terrified of what he’s become.

He tries to tell Mason that he no longer wants the older man to be a part of his life, but Mason says that he’s pack now and that his pack is very powerful, going so far as to threaten to expose his true form to his family and friends should he not do as Mason said.

In desperation, hoping that Mason will leave his family alone if Atticus is no longer there to control, he packs up a backpack and his guitar and runs off in the dead of night, not sure where he’s headed, knowing only that he wants to get away from Mason and his pack.

Personality: Atticus is a self-described nerd, and he has been as long as he can remember. He’s always liked school and can go on at length about his favorite scifi authors and TV shows. He’s done his fair share of table-top RP and even a bit of LARPing. Because of this, he has a very active imagination.

He’s also always felt like a bit of an outsider, though his supportive family have helped him to overcome this by choosing to be friendly and outgoing. He tends to make friends with other people who are somehow outsiders. It’s not that he didn’t get along with the cool kids; it’s just that he always assumed they wouldn’t be interested in hanging out with him.

He’s a supportive friend and a generally positive person, though since he’s been turned, he’s developed something of a temper that he has trouble controlling, which often ends in violence since he hasn’t learned to control his wolfish instincts. His lycanthropy has also exaggerated his protective tendencies, and he forms strong bonds with friends. He’s not an alpha by any means, but he will look after those he sees as weaker than himself.

In general, Atticus tends to be somewhat self-deprecating. He knows he’s a talented musician and that he’s relatively good-looking, but he’ll argue with anyone who calls him a genius or handsome. When he’s nervous, he tends to laugh more than usual, and he fiddles with his glasses (which he no longer needs to wear, but they make him more comfortable, so he wears fake ones now).

Abilities: He’s a werewolf, which means he’s stronger and faster than the average human and he has excellent hearing and eyesight (especially at night). He also has the sense of smell of a wolf, even in human form.

Appearance: Roughly like this.

5’8”; black, curly, perpetually out of control hair; now that he’s turned, his eyes are a golden-ish amber color; athletic build, bordering on muscular; relatively hairy

RP Sample [First Person]: Okay, so this thing’s like a sort of magic laptop, right? With, like, wizard’s Facebook or whatever? I have to admit, that’s equal parts awesome and terrifying. (Which, I guess, makes it awesome in the real sense of the word. Or the original sense.) Part of me feels like this place can’t be real, but part of me still thinks my life can’t be real, so I guess it’s not that implausible. I have about a billion questions, of course, but I think most of them can wait.

Except this: where can I get a good (cheap) cup of coffee?

RP Sample [Third Person]: Atticus found Cypher to be completely overwhelming. Sometimes.

Sometimes he found it fascinating. The inhabitants, the structures, the guilds. He kind of wanted to write a paper on it for his anthropology class. Or write a song about it. He’d tried to once or twice, but he couldn’t quite manage it. Every time he thought he had it right, he’d encounter something that screwed up everything he’d written already, and suddenly it seemed off somehow. He knew he was never going to get a song out that captured the way the city made him feel. (Leaving out all the sex. That was something he was getting much, much better at putting into a song. It made his music sound a little more like Springsteen than Sousa, but he couldn’t say he minded that at all.)

(It still had a bit of Rachmaninoff in it, though. Even with all the sex. It had all the bits of the symphony that had always turned him on a little.)

He supposed, too, that if his goal in running away had been to get away from Mason, he couldn’t have gotten any further away than this.

And whenever he missed home, he’d just find a seedy tavern, like the one he’d found today, and offer his services as a musician or a bartender or a busboy or whatever else they needed and pretend that he was just LARPing with a really, really elaborate set.

“Look,” he said to the innkeeper, “I can do anything, really. I’m not afraid to work.”

RP Sample [Links]: SWS