Post by ammers on Jan 3, 2010 19:27:46 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called? Ammers or Am
Are you over the age of 13? Yes.
Have you read and understood all the rules? Yes.
In Character
Name: Mercer
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Shape Shifter
Father: Unknown
Mother: Niale
Sibling/s: (adoptive) Kalem
Partner: None
Appearance: Mercer is a lean young man and not outstandingly tall. (About 5'10") He has a rather compact, athletic build. Most of his more defined muscles are in his legs and abdomen, but his arms aren’t really lacking either. Due to his all-consuming vanity, Mercer hasn’t let his physique slip an inch.
Tousled, ebony locks hang just over the nape of his neck and short bangs fall over his eyes, which are a very dark, bottomless brown, so much so that the pupils cannot be distinguished. Mercer carries himself with proud posture and has a strong presence when entering a room.
Animal Form and Appearance: Raven
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Personality: Mercer is a cavalier, headstrong young man mainly driven by his immediate desires. He is high strung, impatient, impulsive, a free spirit whom does not think about the consequences of what he does whenever he wants to do so. He is very temperamental and is easily annoyed and frustrated. Taking offense without much provocation in addition to this doesn’t aid his argumentative, confrontational nature which often gets him into physical tussles and verbal battles.
Mercer is also, quite frankly, a smartass. He is bold, outspoken, arrogant and enjoys knocking others down a peg when he thinks they are getting out of line. A somewhat radical person, he will do anything to prove a point or to impress someone he likes. Manipulation is something that he has also taught himself well over the years. He can con good clerks out of a few dollars when bartering and finds it rather simple to trick his peers as well. Much to his adoptive brother's dismay, Mercer is much more curious about the cultures and lifestyles of the other spcies than most Shifters are. It even came to a point where he left Kalem and the pack to travel and experience new things. [More will be in the "Past" section about this.]
But for all of his pride, boasting and rebelliousness, Mercer is highly critical not only of others, but of himself more than anyone else, though he keeps this part of his personality hidden by a flamboyant charade of merry-making. He holds high expectations, is very hard on himself, and is always left wondering if someone actually liked him or not after a first meeting. While he exudes a devil-may-care demeanor, he really does mind what people think of him. If someone he meets dislikes him, he does all he can to change their opinion. He is often attracted by things he can’t have. Usually feels guilty about his actions, but only long afterwards.
Strengths: Mercer can be quite charming when he wants to be and is a skilled flirt. He is a passionate person and puts forth a great deal of effort into his personal interests, such as singing and aerial acrobatics (in raven form, of course). When assigned a task, his vanity requires a high level of perfection. In fact, in those cases one could even call him ambitious, though he doesn’t actively care about achieving rank among the Shifters. He is more a “live in the now” person, loves to party (can certainly be the life of one) and is always up for anything fun or outrageous; he knows just how to have a good time, and even how to conjure a good time when it seems none are to be had.
Weaknesses: Obviously, he lacks many scruples. Mercer rarely thinks of anyone beside himself, unless he is attracted to someone, in which case he is thinking of ways to get them for himself. He sometimes finds the need to be dishonest just to liven up a situation. Difficult choices don’t come easily to him because of his tendency towards indecision. When he is annoyed, Mercer can be unreasonably aggressive, sometimes even looking for or provoking fights just to get rid of stress. Jumps to conclusions. Disregards personal space.
Sexuality: Bisexual opportunist
Mental Health: Stable
Likes: Attractive people, alcohol, sex (preferably all three together), moon/cloud watching, physical labor (it keeps him busy and in shape), rain, swimming, running, flying, climbing (most physical activities), and singing most of all.
Dislikes: People who don’t want to have dangerous fun, tattle-tales, prudes, small children, when the weather is the same for more than a few days in a row, too much structure, stressful activities, not having enough time to himself, feeling like he has no way out of a situation
Mannerisms: Mercer is very animated and usually talks with his hands. He fiddles with his hair when nervous and does things to make himself comfortable in new places, like toying with objects or sitting on furniture as if he owns it along with the whole room. Has a signature, furtive smirk that betrays when he is plotting something. Hums or taps his foot to an internal beat when bored.
Points of Interest: He can sing (tenor) with proficiency and is comfortable speaking in public/addressing a crowd. During his sabbatical away from the pack in the City Center, he learned how to dance and gamble, which his cleverness took to quite well. He writes his own poetry and songs which he wouldn't hesitate to serenade a romantic interest with.
Past: Niale was a very reclusive Shifter. She preferred a life away from the pack and civilization as a whole, but her mate was just the opposite, which was why he didn't follow her back out into the wilderness. The only thing she was left with was his child in her womb. Without a mate to care for her, Niale became weaker and weaker into the harsh winter and when she finally birthed the child, she died only a few days later from the cold and exaustion. With only his mother's corpse for company, Mercer's first sight when he opened his eyes were the silhoutes of scavanger birds circling overhead.
Fortunately, said birds drew the attention of a pack scout traveling through the area. The young timber wolf came upon the infant and was instantly overcome with a need to protect it. The boy was obviously one of his own kind and needed help. Neither the child or his mother smelled familiar, but there was a vague scent of pack on the boy most likely from the father's side... After bringing the infant back to the village, Kalem decided to take on the responsibility and to raise the child himself, with the help of his mother, Nicala. Kalem named the boy Mercer in honor of his grandfather.
Mercer grew up under Nicala, but mostly Kalem's care. Being only 13 at the time, Kalem treated Mercer as a brother more than anything. He taught him to hunt and track and was completely supportive when Mercer discovered his raven form for the first time and learned to fly. (His animal form was influenced by the dark silhouetes of bird circling overhead, his first sight.)
Around the age of 17, Mercer ventured away from the pack and into the City Center, where he lived and worked for several years, meeting new and interested people, Shifters, Gifted, and civil Crawlers alike. This is also where he learned the art of gambling, as well as dancing and singing. Music became his passion and he learned to write all sorts of lyrical compositions. As proof of this, he had a tatoo of a treble cleff inked on his left shoulder.
Sample Post:
It was obvious that the ol' dog was sleeping, Mercer mused quietly from the window sill... But what to do about it? Preening thoughtfully, the raven watched his brother's sleeping form with glinting dark eyes, trying to decide if he wanted to wake him up or not, and if so, in which way to do so that would cause the most fuss. The timber wolf's gray eyes were closed and his ears gave an occasional twitch as he drempt.
Finally Mercer decided upon an old tactic he might have used to pester his brother when he was much younger. Giving a racous caw, the raven swooped into the room and landed on the canine's head, rapped his hard beak on the beast's skull rapidly like a woodpecker tapping at bark, then fluttered off to perch on the nearest lamp. Startled and snarling, Kalem whirled to his paws, fur bristling in all directions.
Mercer chittered in amusement and shifted his wings back and forth over each other, dancing from foot to foot all the while. Kalem couldn't reach him up here and he was probably too tired to put forth the effort into transforming back just so he could perform such a menial task. (The wolf had just arrived at his brother's apartment for a visit an hour earlier and had wanted a nap.) Kalem glared up at his adoptive brother, flattened his ears and sniffed, then curled around himself and set his head on his paws, huffing once in irritation.
