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| User: | wolf_leader (85080) We were a stroke of luck
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| Name: | Wolf Skyhorse | |||||||||
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| Bio: |  I saw the future as a cloud If theres still time to turn around Im going to Its just one day I fell asleep And now all day all night I dream I am the first one I deceive If I can make myself believe The rest is easy… Character Information Name:Wolf Skyhorse (Name before the virus: Brent Richardson) Gender:Male Age:24 Birthday:January 1st 1997 Greatest Ambition: To do what's right in a world that's all wrong. Physical Description: Hair: Black/brown in varying lengths but he tries to keep it fairly short. Eyes: Blue/green Height: 6’2” Weight: 165 Build: In shape Clothes: Whatever he can find that fits him, though he mostly wears earth-tones, t-shirts, jackets and jeans with a pair of old black biker boots that he found. Distinguishing Marks:one set of scars on his right shoulder that looks like three claw marks (see his history for the story behind them.). A black tattoo of a leafless tree on the inside of his left wrist. Sexual Orientation: Straight Single or taken: Single Best friend: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} burn_brighter, ash_Personality: Like most people, Wolf was a totally different person before the virus. He was a fun-loving jokester who liked nothing more than to make people laugh. He would always get in trouble at school for playing practical jokes or just doing something completely ridiculous. He was light-hearted and the purest optimist that anyone would ever meet. The virus changed all of that. With the death of his parents and his little sister coming under his care his priorities and outlook have more than changed. The fun-loving Brent changed into the serious realist and overly protective Wolf in the three months that he lived on the Cheyenne Military Quarantine Camp. Wolf’s original goals for his life had been dashed to the wind and now his sole concern is protecting his sister and the people in his tribe that he has come to care for. Food, shelter and water for himself and those that he loves has become his number one priority. Because of this priority shift it’s only on an extremely rare and candid occasion that one might see Wolf goofing off or even laughing. Personal History: (Must be very well developed and at least 5-6 paragraphs long) Brent’s family was just shy of being the perfect subject for a Norman Rockwell painting. The Richardson’s were the perfect American family: a loving marriage between two high school sweethearts, two children, a dog, and a nice house. Thomas Richardson was a well known lawyer, born and raised in the city of Cheyenne. Thomas was known for his generous pro-bono work and community service. His wife, Jane Richardson was the picture perfect ‘50’s housewife. Brent used to give her a hard time when he was a teenager, saying that he wouldn’t be surprised to find her at home one day vacuuming in her pearls. Jane, as well as both children, was also very active in community service. Aside from being involved in community service Brent also played soccer for his high school and coached a local junior soccer league. Despite the five year difference between Avery and Brent they were very close as siblings. When Avery was old enough they joined a local theater group (The Blue Rose Theater) and performed there for six years together before Brent went off to college. He didn’t realize how strong of a bond he had with Avery until he left home for college. He had several close male friends, and even female friends, but when it came down to it she was always his number one. While he was away at school he would write her funny stories and long letters about the ups and downs of college life. Brent had wanted nothing more with his future than to travel and perform, but his father‘s influence directed him onto a very different path. The person he was closest to after Avery was his father. They spent a lot of time together, and Brent even worked at his father’s law firm all through high school. It wasn’t very exciting, just pushing papers all day, but sometimes his father would talk to him about a case that he was working on and even as Brent for his opinion. He told Brent that he had a good head on his shoulders, and that he’d make an excellent lawyer. Brent lived with his parents and his younger sister until he was 18 when went off to Berkeley University in California. Brent had always dreamed of studying theater and joining a traveling acting troupe. He used to tell Avery stories about his future when he was little. How they would run off together one day and hope a train, join a group of traveling artists. That, he said, would be perfect. Brent never lived out his dreams though. Instead of hopping a train with a group of actors he took a plane to Berkeley University where he majored in law. He chose international law, because he thought that it might at least give him a chance to travel, and he would still be fulfilling his father’s wishes. He was also able to minor in drama, so he wasn’t completely deprived of what he loved but he still had to struggle in coming to terms with the fact that he’d be a lawyer for the rest of his life. In terms of Wolf’s past before the virus there is little in the way of trauma. A few weeks after the Ans virus had gone airborne he received a telephone call from his parents. There wasn’t much information on the news that you could trust concerning the virus, and when they called he was sure they were calling to confirm his worst fears: that someone in his family was sick. That wasn’t what they were calling about but the news was almost as bad. Avery and his mom had been in a horrible car accident. A semi-truck driver sick with the virus actually died while he was driving down the highway. Luckily he only clipped the front corner of their car instead of hitting them head on. Yet, at the speed they were going it still sent their car reeling and rolling off the side of the road. The airbags went off and Avery inhaled the chemicals inside of them. His mother hit her head on the driver’s side window and was currently in a coma. Brent rushed home as soon as he could and found both of them in the hospital. His mother and Avery were both in critical condition but the doctors claimed that at least Avery would be alright. Her greatest injury had been from inhaling the air-bag chemicals. It had damaged her lungs so badly that she would have severe asthmatic symptoms for the rest of her life. Avery was able to go home after a week but their mother would not wake up. It was all of their worst nightmares. One day Brent took Avery in to see their mother while their father was at work, and the nurses said she’d been moved and that they were not allowed to see her. Brent of course demanded to know why and that’s when even more devastating news hit them. Their mother had contracted the virus and she was in quarantine. Brent called his father, who immediately came to the hospital. Brent and his father did everything, but despite his father’s connections in the city there was nothing they could do to be able to see their mother. Before she was even dead she was gone from them forever. After the incident at the hospital it was nothing but a waiting game until everything around them fell to pieces. Brent dropped out of Berkeley that semester to stay with his family. Brent’s dad had insisted on going to work instead of sitting at home with friends and family and so Brent, ever by his side, had been doing the same. One morning Brent was dressed and ready to go to the law firm but his father hadn’t come out of the bedroom yet. Brent went in to see if his father had slept in. When he opened the door he discovered his father still in bed. He threw out some joke about sleeping in, and his father did not respond. Puzzled, Brent went into the room to wake him up. As he walked over to the bed he realized that the mirror on their closet door was shattered, like someone had punched it. He walked over to the bed and saw his father laying there, his face pasty white and sores from the virus all over the visible parts of his body. The next few days Brent and Avery spent every moment at their father’s bedside. They had never received a call about their mother’s condition and when they tried calling the hospital all they got was a busy signal and eventually a dead line. Their father died three days after Brent found him sick in bed. In those three days the entire world had gone up in flames around them. All of the funeral homes were either over-booked or completely closed down, everything was tumbling into chaos. Avery and Brent decided to bury him in the backyard, they didn’t know what else to do and they needed to put him at rest. While they were burying their father the town’s air-raid siren went off and they heard people in the street in front of their house and someone talking through a megaphone. The next thing they knew soldiers in hazmat suits busted through their house and into the backyard where Brent and Avery were having just finished covering their father’s grave. Brent tried to protest, he didn’t want to leave their home, their father’s grave. They knocked him out and the last thing he heard was Avery’s cries. When Brent awoke he was on the floor of a hotel room. He thought at first that he was dreaming, but the pounding in his head was all too painfully real for it to be a dream. He sat up and looked over to see Avery sitting at a small set of table and chairs with her face in her hands. A voice from the other side of the room startled him, and when he looked over he saw two women that he’d soon come to know very well; Libby and her grandmother Nancy. They had been in the one-bed hotel room for a week already. They told Wolf and Nova that they were in a military quarantine camp. All the hospitals were full and now the government was using hotels and schools to create ramshackle containment camps. After a few days Avery, Brent, Libby and Nancy became quite a group. Libby was more distant with Brent than she was with Avery, though; she hardly ever said a word to him. Nancy stayed mostly in the bed all day. Both she and Libby would tell them stories and eventually Avery got in on it to. They had to make up anything they could to pass the time and get their minds off the hunger that plagued them. Nancy would always tell them about her dreams. They were often incredible fancies of far off worlds and peoples, but one day she called Brent over and told him that she’d had a dream about him, a vision. She would often ask to talk to him alone, and in those quiet conversations, she would share with him her wisdom on many different subjects. A few nights before she contracted the virus she pulled Brent close to her and told him about a dream she’d had. She said that a giant black horse came out of the sky; it was crazy, foaming at the mouth and ready to reign terror down on the earth. Just as the horse was about to touch down to earth a white wolf, greater in size than the black horse came from the forests and swallowed the horse whole, saving humanity. Brent thought it was just another one of her stories from a fevered dream. Yet, she whispered in his ear that he was the wolf. Brent didn’t tell anyone about the things that Nancy had said. There was no way that he was anything remotely close to a savior of humanity. Immediately after Nancy had the dream she started calling him Wolf Skyhorse. Libby of course wondered what the hell the inside joke was between them and she got her grandmother to tell her the dream as well. Eventually Nancy started to call Avery, Nova, and they all simply attributed it to her on-coming infection. Yet despite their dismissal of it, the dream never left the back of Brent’s mind. Weeks turned into months in the quarantine camp, and day by day conditions worsened. They hardly had enough food to eat and all four of them were cramped in the tiny hotel room all day long. As the outside world sunk into complete chaos, so did the quarantine camp. All of the older, and thus most of the upper-ranking officers had gotten sick themselves and died from the virus. The government was not sending reinforcements because rumor has it there was no more government. The young soldiers took complete advantage of the remaining survivors in the containment camp. Often, at night, or even in the middle of the day they could hear a young girl, or sometimes boy, screaming. By now they were getting next to no food and they were all suffering immensely. When Libby’s grandma finally came down with the virus the remaining young soldiers came into the room at night and carried her off while they restrained the other three occupants. Nancy’s absence left a gaping hole in their hearts and their morale. One night shortly after that a young soldier came into their room and tried to force himself onto Libby. Brent awoke and of course went to her aid. After a brief scuffle Brent ended up bludgeoning the soldier to death with a wooden chair. Brent saw this moment as their chance, possibly their only chance, to escape this horrible place. Another guard heard the commotion and came into the room with his gun drawn but Brent was ready. He had told the girls in hushed and hurried tones to get on the other side of the bed and wait. Brent himself hid in the bathroom that was next to the door of their room. As soon as the guard had stepped past the bathroom door and put his gun down to radio for more help Brent was on him. They struggled for what felt like ages; eventually Brent got the gun out of his hand and slid it across the room to Libby. She couldn’t get a clear shot between Brent and the soldier, so Brent and him struggled some more. At first the soldier had the upper hand, having been trained in this sort of thing. Yet eventually Brent got him into such a position that the only thing left that he could do was strangle the man. In the soldier’s struggle he grasped Brent’s right shoulder and drug his nails so hard down it that he left Brent with a claw-like scar. Brent would never forget the look in the dying man’s eyes, the man who was really a boy, just like he was. Brent took the gun from the first soldier he’d killed and together he and Libby lead all three of themselves out of there. From their window Brent had seen a hole in the containment fence behind the hotel and that was where he lead them. They escaped into the cold night and made their way north, towards Canada. It was during their long journey north that they started to call each other by the nicknames that Nancy had given them. It helped raise their moral to carry that little bit of her with them all. It was their first step towards their new lives in a new world. They dodged the major cities, but eventually had to venture closer to the towns to find food. That was when they stumbled upon the Watershed Hollow Farm. Everyone in the tribe was warm and welcoming to them. The owner of the farm, Bobby Caldwell, had a firned that was ill but it was too dangerous to go into the city, what with looting and the presence of a tribe that they called the Mountain Lions. Brent, now known as Wolf volunteered to go into the city and look for antibiotics. Somehow he managed to find some antibiotics and narrowly escape the chaos of the city. When he returned to the farm he told them everything that he’d seen in the city. The Mountain Lions were a power-hungry tribe, bent on total domination of the city and surrounding areas. They all agreed that something had to be done to prevent that from happening. Eventually they formed a small group to infiltrate the city and establish a home there. Wolf and two other guys were the first to go into the city and set up shop in the Sundance Kid Apartments. Once they’d established themselves some of the people from the farm joined them in the city. There was a brief struggle in the streets as the Mountain Lions tried to prevent their loss of territory. A few people from both sides died that day, and because of Wolf’s extraordinary dedication and actions in the fight he was elected the leader. He was named the leader of the new centre city tribe which came to call themselves The Wolves, after their leader.  Birth Location:Cheyenne, Wyoming Blood Family: Mother: Jane Richardson -- Died from the virus Father: Thomas Richardson -- Died from the virus Sister: Avery Richardson (now Nova Richardson, alive and living with Wolf). What tribe do they belong to if any?: The Wolves, he’s the leader. How long have they been with that tribe?:One and a half years. Personal Strengths: Before the virus Wolf had one of the best senses of humor that you would ever find in someone. He used to be able to cheer anyone up and get them to look at the bright side of things. Now that he’s in such different circumstances he has lost his sense of humor but he has gained a lot of other strengths. The leadership skills he’s always had but never really put to use have finally come to the surface and most people would agree that he’s a good and just leader. He’s a fast learner, and is good with the details. Self-sacrificing and patient. Personal Weaknesses:Nova. His need to protect others can often put him in harm's way. His desire for justice can often blind him to the severity of his own actions. Personal Skills and Training: He can fight well enough to get out alive in most situations, he had one year of college studying International Law, he was a theater minor in College and performed in several local plays when he was still living at home. He was the coach of a junior soccer league in Cheyenne for a year before he left for college. He can ride a horse very well. Job that they have in the tribe or whatever they do to keep themselves alive if they’re alone: Wolf is the leader of the tribe and he pretty much handles everything at one time or another. PB: Jonathan Rhys Meyers Plot ties Plot tie 1: Anything with other tribe leaders/members Plot tie 2: A friend or lover Plot tie 3: Someone who tries to kill him to win favor with the Mountain Lions  | |||||||||
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