Name: Cain Hargreaves
Bones per Scene: 6
Clan name: Cinocephali
Order name: N/A
Pack name: N/A
Rage Form: Feral
Age or DOB: Unknown DOB, appears 21. Ages slowly.
Complexion: Pale white.
Gender: Intersex(Both genitals), outwardly androgynous.
Eye color: Pale, icy blue. Dark red pupils (appears black in dim to no light)
Hair color/style: White-blonde. Shoulder length(back), nose length(bangs). Slightly curled ends.
(Transformed)Fur/scale color/pattern: Leucistic. Varying shades of tan and grays.
Build: Lean. Toned. More smooth muscle than bulk.
(Transformed) Build: Lean, fit, healthy.
(Transformed) Height: 6'5"
Personality: Outwardly Cain can easily come off as colder than polar ice. Violent as the oceans undertow and just as deadly. He's a killer and he isn't afraid to show it. Though he rarely kills without reason, although his reasons can be as severe as someone attacking his brother, to simply being human. He hates humans with a passion, and loathes every moment he has to be in his human skin.
Born first, he's naturally protective of his younger, weaker twin. Though he doesn't align with Abel's ideals, Cain would lay his throat bare in an instant to save his other half. Despite his crassness, he IS respectable of others, though he wasn't always. Though he only gives this respect to those he deems worthy of it.
Cain didn't learn to speak English until later in his life when his Mother took him and Abel to live with a human. He didn't take to it so well, so his English can be broken at times, and due to the Human's heritage he's picked up some very minor German. Cain depends more on body language and gutteral, feral sounds to communicate; or Abel.
Very few get to really know Cain, but the few who do will get to see his softer side.
***See Abel's sheet for pack history***
The things Abel was at liberty to forget, were the days Cain recalled with the most clarity. The days of their childhood. The wilderness of the wild. The laws of their pack, their clan. He could recall the scent of the soil, the leaves of every plant, and every gust of wind. Wind that carried scent of humans through the trees, and scent of prey. Cain was very much a wild child. Leaving the den earlier than most other pups, wandering away to explore the forest that surrounded him. His first kill came early, at fault of a slow, human fed bird fell quickly to the pups fangs. Seeing promise within the pups skills and natural hunting ability, the Elder taught him early on how to hunt.
However, controlling Cain soon proved to be difficult, even for the Elder. The pup often running off mid-lesson, and no amount of punishment seemed to correct his adventurous behavior.
Cain self-taught himself how to climb trees, and swim in the rivers and ponds. He furthered his hunting to faster, larger prey such as larger birds, rabbits and small fawns; dragging them back for his shyer brother and den-bound Mother. His strength quickly became speed, flexibility and agility rather than brute strength. He continued to push his body's boundaries further and further to the point of being a young contortionist.
When Cain and Abel's Mother took them away, was when Cain truly became violent. He hated the town, the humans, the life. He hated the food their Human 'Dad' made them eat, and even moreso, hated him for what he did to Abel. How he changed his Brother. His relationship with Abel and his own Mother downspiraled quickly. He became snappy and unpredictable, often lashing out with fangs bared toward the human. He felt caged, and it was here he'd discovered his feral form, brought on by his loneliness, his fear and anger. He'd wanted to return to the wilderness so badly he had truly become an animal.
As he began to realize though that there was no getting out, that his Mother and brother were really here to stay that he unwillingly settled and began to refocus himself. Returning to testing his flexibility limits and even hunting birds in the backyard when he wasn't grounded to the house.
The night his Great Grand Father attacked, was the night Cain flipped. Something in his mind had changed... seeing his Mother and even the Human slaughtered. The threat of losing Abel as well. Cain watched his twin faint from the shock, and was left to protect Abel and himself. Left to fight his childhood tormentor. The Elder, his leader... and molester. He hadn't realized it as a child, but the touches and attempts at rape had never left him.
That night he'd attacked, is a night Cain had never spoken of, he'd never offered an explanation to Abel that morning, or anytime after. He simply packed a bag for Abel, and a bag for himself, and waited. Blood soaked and shell shocked for his twin to wake, so they could leave. All the twins knew from that day was that things were different now... and all they had were each other. Cain had forced Abel to leave the human home, leading his younger Brother across Canada, hopping from town to town. Coming to their stop in Chambury.
- He has a HUGE soft spot for young animals. Baby animals, especially puppies. He LOVES taking care of things despite his equal love of killing.
- He wears a cloak and skirt fashioned from fabric tatters so he can shift without worrying about clothing.
- He keeps a piece off every special kill he makes. A gold locket off a woman. Dog tags off a hunter, and three Lycan tails.
- He can poledance, but his chances of doing it in public are nonexistant.
- He LOVES to show off, so... if you work your words, you MAY get him to do the above.
At-Will Shifting (Rank 1)
Survival Instinct (Rank 1)
Character Use: Please ask first.
Descriptions for alternate forms (when obtained). This applies to all alternate forms, so make a new
list for every form you unlock.:
Eye color: Pale blue, dark red pupils.
Height: 3'5" at the shoulder.
Build: Lean, sleek. Large paws.
Fur/scale color/pattern: Pale tans, creams and diluted grays.
Grimm Persistance (Rank 2)
For further visual detail.