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Gerrit Jerrod Ever felt you spine rip through the skin of you back? No? Then shut the fuck up. ?? Gerrit Jarrod ?? ' The Ferocious Werewolf ' ??? B eneath the title. Gerrit. Just Gerrit. Call him by something else and he might just rip your lips off. ??? T he years come and go. Twenty-five. ??? T he start of our existence 8th of November ??? B attle of the sexes. Male ??? G ender is nothing more than a label Heterosexual Dicks don't touch. Got that chickie? ??? H ow high is high. Six feet and seven inches ??? A ren't we all the same deep down. Werewolf Humaniod ??? T here is no other I am servant to Evil ? ?? g ? ? ??? A place to get lost Deep purple-blue Human. Royal purple Wolven. ??? D ivinely my own. Dirty Blond ??? M irror mirror on the wall. Gerrit is... rough. His demeanor reflects his physical appearance. His dirty blond hair is worn shaggy, down, over his deep purple-blue eyes that seem to glint with hatred... of everything. His face is quite structured, the bones carved with skin stretched perfectly over it. Home-made piercings are worn, as physical memories of the past. Each it's own story. A thin sheen of stubble gracing his chin. He stands quite tall when his back is straight, but is usually found hunched over, her arms hanging low to his thighs. His hands deep in his leather pockets. He prefers no clothes over armor, as the pain of his skin ripping it tripled with clothes causing more tension. Though, the King demands a little bit of over, and so he wears by leather pants. Although a cruel, sick, disturbed man, Gerrit's wolven form was quite a wondrous sight. Over six and a half feet on his hind legs, his width is nearly two and a half on it's own. Big, burly and muscled, covered in a thick wave of dark brown hair, the tips blond. His crazed, unseeing, uncaring and blood lusting eyes shimmer purple. ? ? Uncontrollable Ignorant Brute Rude Vulgar Tactful ??? T he real me. Unruly, he takes orders from none. No one . He listens to the Dark King as if he were merely giving suggestions. His proper response to such things are a mere snort, shrug and blank stare. Ignorance aids his uncaring personality, his shrug-it-off-and-ignore-it attitude and pure unwillingness to 'help' anyone. He has a 'meat shield' like first impression on people. Racist, sexist, and just utterly insulting. He doesn't care about peoples' feelings, emotions or.. body parts. You need to lose a limb for his self preservation? Alright. Will he thank you? No. Will he make fun of your stupidity for doing so? Of course! Being all of the above, he's also quite the pervert. He has the tendency to grab something in an inappropriate place from time to time. He's also stolen the clothes of females while they bathe just to be able to see them scramble around nude. Although, he may seem like an all around dick, asshole, jerk, dumb-ass with no sense of priority... he is very useful on the battle field. Plans for battle pop to his head like what a kleptomaniac is going to steal next. ??? T he past is history. Gerrit had a very odd upbringing. He was born a monster, raised a monster, and taught to be just that a monster. He knows nothing more than that. His mother was a turned werewolf, his father a purebred like himself. He hunted his entire life. He wasn't vengeful, annoyed, angry or upset at anyone. He knew he was a sick child, knew what the humans hated about him, and accepted that.. There was some people who couldn't let it go though. Vampires. Mortal blood enemies. On a hunting trip, Gerrit came across a wounded 'human' and approached him. Rolling the pale boy onto it's back with his cold nose, Gerrit sniffed him down. He preceded to lick the wound clean to help the boy. It turned out it was a Vampire. Gerrit was so innocent and untainted he never would've cared.. if he hadn't been caught. By them. Another Vampire found him over the young boy, assumed he'd attacked him and was getting ready to feast. Even for his young age, Gerrit was a large beast, he was to be an Alpha Male, a leader. So, they found his family, and killed him. To a human, he'd have been 11. He came back to his den, his mother and father torn to shreds by a dozen Vampires, their organs and there contents sprayed across the walls. Since then on everything had to die. ? d ? ??? I 'm used to it Even in his human form, Gerrit growls while angry. Spits a lot. Hates to be touched. When angered by his 'party' he wanders off to a human town and sees how many women he can lay with in one night his record is 7 so far. ??? R aindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. - Being pet behind the ear. - Sweets. - Rough play sexual and not. - Curvy women.. - Snow Being cold. ??? W hen the dog bites. - Anything living. - Insects. - Fleas. - Sticky food. - Crying. ??? W hen the bee stings. - Water cannot swim. - Fire Fur is flammable you know. - Being too warm Makes him delusional ? ??? ?? ? ? ??? F eel my wrath. No real magics or abilities other than his transformation, which makes him much stronger, faster, smarter and blood thirsty. ??? C ower beneath my blade. Carries only one weapon. A long knife carried around his neck on a magic rope expands when he transforms to fit his body. The knife is plain, dulled and rusting. But it has a lot of meaning to him. ? ? ? ??? T his connection is deep. Hates the Drow, with a bloody passion. Respects the King and pays little mind to the Traitor If he's willing to turn once, why not a second time?. ??? Y our sound of death. -- ??? F ulfil your curiosity. Absolutely hates Drow and Vampires. Thinks the Female Knight is kinda cute, as well as the Magical Elf and Wise Dragon He'd tap that. Has a surprisingly beautiful singing voice. Refuses to love ever again women are merely for breeding. ??? S how them proudly Speech 'Thought' Sincerely yours, Nymphetamine