Character Name: Ari Oliver Parker
Nickname: Ari,
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Grade: Sophomore
Subject: n/a !
Race: Werewolf
Canon/Non Canon: non-canon
Play-by: Michael Trevino
Appearance:

sturdy: strongly built, stalwart, robust

Ari's little. Give ya that much. Totally tipping the scales and topping the charts at a whopping 5 feet 3 inches and 142 pounds even, Ari is... little. He's built like a gymnast, and that he is. But despite his size, Ari's built strong. He's muscular and lithe, flexible and agile, with quick reflexes and sharp senses. He can pull his own weight - literally. Although the other guys his age have him beat size-wise, Ari can lift more than most of them. He's got a rep for being able to squeeze anywhere - he's a bit of a contortionist, and he's known to be able to do crazy stunt things like triple backflips and stuff like that. He is a gymnast. Ari's a wicked fighter and a formidable opponent, so don't get him mad. Besides that, though, Ari has a wicked high pain tolerance and an undying endurance. He's kind of a tank, so watch out if you ever get in a fight with him. A little tank, but a tank nonetheless.

winsome: charming, attractive, pleasant

Ari is, if you haven't noticed, rather pretty. With cropped and spiked dark hair, fair skin, and stop-and-stare radiant green-hazel eyes, Ari is a good apple. It's the eyes that really catch most people, though. One of his more poetic friends has called them clay diamonds - soft, gentle, smiling, and easy, yet strong and alert and protective. They're pretty much just that. His eyes are the color of maple leaves after a light rain with a tinge of swirling coffee. It's hard to describe. Ari's eyes are one-of-a-kind. They're hazel, but not hazel, and green, but not green. Point is, though, Ari's a pretty boy.

scarred: marked with the aftereffects of trouble

Ari has several scars across his body from when his father beat him, and he hates it when people see them. Good thing most of them are on his back and shoulders - if they were on his arms he'd have to wear long sleeves all the time, and that would definitely suck.

[/blockquote]Personality:

Ari is totes the stereotypical were - without even meaning to. He's diehard, super protective, loyal to a flaw, and ungodly passionate. But he's also a jokester. Which makes everything better. ;)

lighthearted: carefree; cheerful; easygoing

Ari likes to laugh. A lot. He knows how to live; an avid dancer, fantastic singer, talented actor, sharp writer, and dedicated musician, Ari's steeped in the arts But even more so than his love of laughter is the love of others' laughter. Ari lives to make people laugh. Well, he also lives for mac and cheese, but that's beside the point. Ari's known to go to crazy lengths to make others happy. He'll hide under cars, behind doors, suspended from the ceiling... not for attention, but for the sake of others' joy. He's been known to run up and tackle his friends at random and wrestle his heart out, and then there's also the cleverly worded fun insults he dishes out every now and then. Ari's a jokester. And he likes it.

ardent: with intense feeling; passionate; fervent; intensely devoted, eager, or enthusiastic

When Ari feels, he feels. The guy has a big, brawny heart, and he's ferociously loyal to his friends and what he believes in. If any of that is threatened, Ari goes to war. Maybe unnecessarily so, and some of his friends sometimes feel suffocated when he gets overprotective, but that can't deny that he's an effective guardian, whether or not they even want him to fulfill that role. Maybe he gets it from having to protect his mom from his father's beatings; maybe it's just him. But just an insult, and Ari's right up in your face. Besides that, Ari's a hard worker. He doesn't give up. He's like a mongoose. If he has to, he'll die to save your life.

just: righteous, humanitarian, lawful, compasssionate

Ari has a super strong love of justice. He hates bullying and if he sees something wrong, he'll fix it. He has no tolerance for people who don't give others common respect. Ari has a penchant for helping the needy - he'll take in homeless, feed the hungry, lend to the poor... Ari's self-sacrificing and generous, and he's a bear when it comes to compassion. He wants to see things right, and he needs to see people living with the same human decency that they deserve. Ari's just a cop at heart. That's what he wants to be, anyways.

LIKES:

• the sun, nature, & the outdoors
  
• animals
  
• food - especially Chinese
  
• decent, resilient girls
  
• looking out for his friends
  
• looking out for victims of bullying, crime...
  
• people who stand up for others & what they believe in
  
• gymnastics, horse riding, parasailing
  
• writing, singing, theater, playing piano & guitar
  
• dancing
  
• laughing & making others laugh, esp. through jokes, insults, & pranks
  
• martial arts

DISLIKES:

• his father
  
• having nightmares about / flashing back to his beatings
  
• alcohol, alcoholics, bars
  
• anyone who hurts / doesn't look out for their family & friends
  
• indecent girls and guys; prostitutes; players
  
• injustice, bullying, disrespect
  
• people who try to make him eat vitamins (lolz)
  
• Barney and his dastardly minions the Tele Tubbies
  
• the dark, cold, and close spaces

STRENGTHS:

• a comedian and prankster; can make people laugh
  
• easygoing, lighthearted - lives life
  
• very strong sense of justice & compassion
  
• speaks his mind, stands up for what he believes in
  
• wickedly devoted & loyal; very protective of friends & those in need
  
• very dedicated to looking out for gifted
  
• generous, kind, self-sacrificing
  
• passionate, doesn't back down, will die for a cause

WEAKNESSES:

• gets really upset when people see his scars / bring up his past
  
• will only talk about past with father if he brings it up; feels betrayed when others do
  
• deep claustrophobia
  
• can get into fights b/c of his candor & passion
  
• doesn't know when to back down when he's defending something he's passionate about
  
• can be suffocatingly overprotective
  
• people sometimes take advantage of his generosity and caring
  
• his desire to make others happy can be taken as attention-seeking

History:

Ari rarely talks about his past. It's a long, grueling one, so we'll cut it short. He was born September 8, 1992 in Azules, CA to Alice and George Ikea. The couple had eloped from Hawaii and were barely making ends meet and their surprise son locked them into a downward spiral of debt. Eventually, the family bankrupted. Ari was 4 when the family was kicked out of their apartment into the slums. George was an alcoholic who treated his wife and son terribly, and so providing for the family fell on Alice. Ari learned to pickpocket and haggle and muddle through the day and at 9 years old nimbly ran through the streets delivering goods for cash.

One day, George came home to their cozy alleyway very drunk. Alice was sleeping; Ari was at work. All 9 year-old Ari knew was that when he came home, he found his father beating his mother bloody. He wrenched Alice away from him and George disappeared. The beatings continued after that, and Alice threatened to leave George several times. Alice left George when Ari was 9; they moved into their own alleyway. But George found them and tried to beat Alice again, starving for what little power he had left in his life.

Alice and Ari moved away once more, but George followed. They gave up and formed a tacit agreement. When George went into a rage, Ari would take the beating and Alice would run. She was falling apart; the emotional, psychological, and physical abuse of the years made her more and more emotionally unstable. So Ari took the beatings. Ari was 10 when he struggled to his feet during a beating and struck his father. George proceeded to beat him half to death, being twice his size.

Alice walked in on the beating and realized something was off. She grabbed Ari and ran. It was by miracle chance that a cop, Alexander Corwin, found them on the run. Alexander adopted the two. In the space of 4 years (until Ari was 14 and was sent off to Cry Wolf), nothing short of a miracle, he nursed Ari back to health and became a father figure for him. He gave Alice the comfort and love she never had. And he managed to strip away the anger and hate of Ari and infused in him decency and forgiveness. By counselling Ari, he helped defuse his rage towards his father and life itself. Alex was basically awesome and made everything better. Ari and Alice switched their last names to Parker, Alice's maiden name.

Ari began transforming at 13. Naturally, Alice, Alex, and his wife were mortified. I mean, Ari... turning into a wolf... kind of awk. Alice's son was a werewolf. But they accepted him no different. They told no one; it was obvious that chatting about a werewolf son meant bad for everyone. They tried to see if random things would stop the transformations, or cause him less pain, because Ari's transformations for some reason caused him agony. Maybe it was the injuries from his beatings, maybe there was something faulty in who he was. Nobody knew. Or knows.

When Ari was 14, authorities from Cry Wolf High discovered Ari and convinced Alex Corwin, his wife, and Alice to send Ari off. It took lots of convincing, but CWH finally got the three to realize that there Ari would be accepted, and he'd be able to come to terms with who he was. All four were extremely paranoid as it was, but Ari had a good feeling about CWH from the start. It was just a feeling, but in the end it was what got Ari to CWH.

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Sample Post:

As dark threads of night seeped into the autumn air, soaking the world in sleepy blackness, an old patrol car ambled slowly around the corner of Corly and Shira. The street lights had flicked on long ago, flooding the pavement with artificial liquid gold, but the weak kind - the kind that shadows punched easily through like cookie cutters. Keoki felt like those pools of light - exhausted, fragile, didn't stand a chance against an exhale breathed out a fraction too hard.

It had been a crazy super long day. Keo had gotten to work awake, alive, high on alacrity, singing and skipping. Literally. That was how it was most days. There was an inner source of light inside Keoki that never got dusty and never burned out, an eternal, undying enthusiasm so energetic it sometimes felt like it kept the world spinning. Yet it had been a tiring day. One of Keoki's informants had died during a shootout with a drug lord. The mafia, guns, and smack - sometimes it was like the planet was revolving in the opposite direction. Keo hadn't known the informant, hadn't been close to him, but the knowledge that a human being was exactly that and that his death had been partially Keoki's fault brought him way down, stirring questions up in his mind about pretty much everything.

Without even thinking Keo had pulled into a spot in the parking garage, and Keo, a quarter drunk with exhaustion, parked and climbed out. His limbs felt a little heavier than usual. A glass of hot water, a warm shower, and bed - that was all on his mind. He dug the keys to the apartment out of his pocket and started making his way slowly up the stairs. Guilt. He felt guilty... a little guilty... and way more guilty for only feeling a little guilty. The guy had died and, let's face it, if he hadn't been informing Keoki, he would still be breathing. Not only that, but Keoki had promised he'd protect him. Clearly he was incapable of even keeping his word. The guys at the station had thumped him on the back, told him it wasn't his fault, move on - keep his head because the war wasn't over yet. But Keo's conscience held reign.

He found his apartment door and, palming the keys, went to insert them in the lock when he realized that the door was already unlocked.

His heart started to play hopscotch. Had he forgotten to lock the door in the morning? No. He was sure of it. He could replay the memory clear as crystal in his head. He'd locked the door, and now it was unlocked. Which meant that someone had to unlock it. The men he dealt with were dangerous. They knew things, and if they didn't, they found them out. Like names and addresses. Keoki had no idea what the informant had said before he died. Keoki grabbed his gun.

Slowly he started to nudge the door open with his shoulder, senses alive, nerves awaiting command. His photographic reflexes were amped. He was totally awake, every trace of exhaustion and mind fog evaporated. As Keoki watched, the door swung open.

He crept in softly, not making a noise. The lights were on. Whoever it was didn't care to hide their presence. Which meant either someone really dangerous was lurking inside his apartment, or the super had forgotten to shut the lights and lock the door. He really, really hoped it was the second. The kitchen first. Keoki edged slowly along the wall, having already scanned the hallway and found nothing. The threshhold to the kitchen was to his left, and working steadily and silently towards it, Keo steadied his breaths. His foot reached the end of the wall. He peeked around the corner. Saw no one. Deep breaths.

Now.

Keo swung his body around the corner, arms extended, gun cocked. The kitchen burst on his sight, fully lit, bright and cheery. That was when he smelled the pasta. And realized that his gun was trained on an all-too-familiar back.

Keo dropped his arms, the gun dangling at his side. Oh, lord. Relief flooded him, and with it, even more exhaustion than before. A woman was at the stove, her back to him, but he recognized her stand, her poise, her carriage.

"Nell?" Keo exhaled. Some days just never ended.

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