Anthony. w .Wrietmaun

[iWulff]

Please come now I think Im falling
Im holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And Im trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But Im down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Λ ŋ τ ʜ ø и ƴ - ω - Ѡ Ʀ Ɩ ƹ τ ϻ α u и

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe theres
something left for me
So please come stay with me
cause I still believe theres
something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now
Im six feet from the edge and Im thinking
That maybe six feet
Aint so far down

Name:
Anthony. w .Wrietmaun
(yes a brother, half brother,
to Zev. Never met, raised in
the states; was a mistake
between his father, who lives
in the states, and mother, who
doesn't. He's lived with his father
for forever. They share a mother.)

Nicknames:
If you know him real well,
then Tony. Otherwise, don't.

Age:
Sixteen and counting, baby.

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Dark, dark brown hair, almost
black; dark, chocolate brown eyes.
He's of average height, though
growing still, at around 5'6".
Normally wearing a long sleeve
button up shirt and black t-shirt
underneath and either khaki shorts
or jeans. His wearing his glasses or
contacts depends on his mood.

Personality:
Dorky. Insane. Anthony.
Those three words are the only
ones that can describe him.

He's... headstrong, and won't listen
to many people, though he's honest
as well. Sometimes seeming somewhat...
stupid/retarded, he's really not, he's a
brilliant young kid, though with a lack
of confidence, he just shushes and
leaves things alone. He'll revert to violence
if there's nothing else he can think of
to do, or if someone he
knows/trusts/loves is in trouble. He
backs up his beliefs with a fist, even if
they are a bit... odd, most of the time.
All in all, he's a good person with some
trust issues and a heart that wants to
be good.

Group Gang:
New Haven

Egg Color:
Brown; Caterquake

Egg Name:
Magnar

Likes:
+ Cats
+ Beef Jerky
+ Corn Nuts
+ Beef Jerky
+ Cats
+ Pain, sometimes
+ Reading
+ Writing
+ Beef Jerky
+ ....asses. >.>
+ (his favorite part of
a woman is her legs)
(but shh. it's top seekrit)

Dislikes:
- Skinny
- Monkeys
- Life, a lot of times
- Technology
- Pain, yet loves it at
the same time
- Idiots

Smoke:
...has, and can, though doesn't
normally. If he's stressed, then he's
known to disappear to pull one out.
Always has a pack in his backpack
for those few 'just in case' moments.

Drink:
No

Interested in:
Girls

Other:
--

- - - - - - -

ϻ α ɡ и α я

Name:
Magnar (mag*narr)

Nicknames:
--

Age:
Hatched over twelve years ago

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Looks like a normal lion, basically, except a bit bigger. Save for a bigger, rockier looking mane and a spiked ball of death on his tail. Warm golden eyes that hold wisdom are mounted on the front of his face, small lion-y years on the top of his head, huge fangs, and claws that can cut through steal if the need took him.

Personality:
Wise. He's kind of like that 'young, yet old' grandad that you love to hear stories from. He's always trying to get Anthony to do the right thing; basically sees himself not only as the boy's caretaker, but life teacher as well. He knows that the boy depends on him, and will do whatever it takes to help him. He only uses violence it if is the very, /very/ last option.