Full Character Name: Just Hibiki
Band/Industry: Calmando Qual/Twisted Clock
Position: Lord... owning a bit chunk of land that is secretly kept.
Breed: Werewolf. His eyes glimmer unnaturally, especially in certain types of light. In wolf form, his eyes are all black except for the mall bit of orange-yellow. Sometimes his eyes do change colors while not feeding, chasing down prey or any of the such.
Character Nicknames: Biki
Age: Looks in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties but has been alive for quite while. He's almost 50.
Date of Birth: 6/6/rather not confess
Birthplace: He's of Japanese descent but he was raised all over Europe for he had a traveling father.
Astrology Sign:
Gender: Er. Male.
Height: 5'1""
Weight:almost 200 pounds of muscle
Sexual Orientation: Wouldn't it be great to narrow it down . >.>
Love Interest(s): TO BE FILLED IN AS YOUR CHARACTER/MUSE DEVELOPS
Friends: TO BE FILLED IN AS YOUR CHARACTER/MUSE DEVELOPS
Likes: wine, whiskey, absinthe, vodka, whiskey, whiskey and whiskey...
Dislikes: Those that dislike him for no reason.
Character Abilities: Hibiki is a Lord of an estate, outfitted with his own staff. They know he's a werewolf but they don't care, noting that Hibiki was an honorable man.
Character Description:
Character Personality: Hibiki has been known to be cold and distant and more than once have a group of unhappy people come charging him. The Queen came down to his aide speaking nothing but courteously minded her own business with some sort of knowing smirk.
Hibiki can warm up to someone but it usually takes a bit of time, though he has no problem letting his eyes wander to revealed, delicious looking body parts.
Character Background: Hibiki was born a werewolf, it's all he's ever known bur it still didn't come as easily as he wished it would. It was a painful process and he'd been getting used to it, sneaking out on his on land to run freely, kill animal, eat. His father kept badgering him ith getting a damn Mate. Fck all if he'd get that out of him. Fuck it all, forget it, don't even think bout it. It was not something he'd be doing much of anything of the sor.