Scmili, Alva

[alva]

Alva Rento Scmili

behind the curtain

Hey. You can go ahead and just call me Maola or MaoMao or MM! I've been doing this thing for about 2 to 3 years now? Geeez. ._. now, and that's out of the 22 I've been on the planet! If you need to get a hold of me, just hit me up on MSN! Just pester me for my MSN name. I promise I won't bite!

it's the beginning

TEST OF TALENT: His nose crinkled and he raised an arm over his nose, hoping to stifle the smell. It did little to ease the smell of a rotting corpse as he swung the door open to only confirm Jack lay dead. Alva cautiously entered the living room, the smell only getting stronger until the tan colored couch came into view and the bloated remains of his friend sitting on it as well. His only contact as to what was happening elsewhere in the world...dead. Reduced to what? A mere puddle of what he once was? Alva didn't need to get any closer to know his friend had been dead quite a long time and to avoid puking all over the tattered ruins of a rug Jack had dug up from the trash a few weeks ago. Speaking of which...

He exited into the hallway, spewing his lunch all over the floor and shuddered. It was one thing to see a stranger dead and bloated, another to see it happen to someone you knew personally. Alva leaned against the wall, steadying himself as waves of nausea washed over him. Jack had stated he was getting close to something, though what, he didn't know.

'Gawd dammit Jack.'

He had to hope that Jack had left some clue behind as to who was behind this. Or someone who could give him some answers. Alva took a deep breath and held it as he ducked back into the apartment, barreling towards the coffee table situated in the center of the living room. He felt dizzy and let go of the breath, sucking in another and regretting it instantly. Everything for a while now was going to taste like putrid rotting meat. Great. He scoured the table until he noticed a folder marked 'CONFIDENTIAL' and snagged it, beginning to head back out to the hallway once more. He nearly tripped on the rug but managed to catch himself, gripping the couch. For a moment, he wondered why it felt so slimy, so sticky so....well, words couldn't quite describe how it felt. It wasn't until he turned his head to wonder what he stuck his hand in, his eyes widening and a scream clawing its way up and threatening to leave his throat. Alva knew if he screamed now, the neighbors would call the police, if they already hadn't and they had quite enough evidence suggesting he had been here. It was time to beat it.

this is who i am

FULL NAME: Alva Rento Scmili (sch-mill-e)
NICKNAME: Al, Alvi
REAL AGE: 35
PHYSICAL AGE: 30
SEXUALITY: Bi
SPECIES: Werewolf

this is why i'm hot

human form

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EYES: Dark Brown
HAIR: Short, messy, dark brown hair
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
BODY TYPE: Athletic, somewhat muscular
CLOTHING CHOICE: Suits if he can get his hands on them though he's fine with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans
APPEARANCE: Alva isn't at all impressive. He's a lanky looking tall fellow who, for a lack of better words, appears to be a slob. His hair is often askew and messy, looking like he rolled out of bed. His clothes are often in the same state, as if just threw some clothes on. His clothes are often a size too big for him, suggesting he either steals the clothes or borrows them from someone bigger than him. It doesn’t help that the clothes he wears looks like they could be ironed or could use a good cleaning as various faded stains dot them. His skin is lightly tanned and has a small beard growing on his chin that he keeps well maintained. His face is oval in structure and his forehead juts out a few inches more than the average person. He has an overbite which is featured in his jaw line and his cheekbones seem hallow looking. His eyes are almond in shape, his orbs a dark brown color and his hair color is a match to them. His lips are shaped like a slim bow, his nose sharp and pointed like a beak of a bird. He's tall, lean and built more for agility than speed. Alva also has long fingers and small hands, almost in comparison to a child that's extremely skinny. His legs are much more defined and muscular as Alva runs long distances.

full wolf form

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EYES: Golden Brown
HAIR: Not much different from his hair in human form
HEIGHT: 4'7"
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
BODY TYPE: Athletic
CLOTHING CHOICE:
FUR: Various shades of brown, most light in color. His fur is shaggy and unkempt, like his hair in his human form.
OTHER: N/A
APPEARANCE: Wolf Form

this is how i act

INTERESTS: what your character likes. at least five
DISINTERESTS: what your character doesn't like. at least five.
PROS: good personality traits. at least five
CONS: bad personality traits. at least five.
STRENGTHS: what your character is good at. at least three
WEAKNESSES: your characters kryptonites. at least three.
PERSONALITY: a good summary of what your character is like. you should be able to pile in at least 400 words.

this is what once was

BIRTHDAY: character's full name
PARENTS: who raised your character. name, living or deceased
SIBLINGS: brothers or sisters. name, living or deceased.
BIRTH PLACE: where your character was born or grew up.
JOB: does your character work anywhere?
HISTORY: this should be where you put the most thought! easily you should be able to get at least 600 words into this baby.

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