Character Name: CRISPIN RHYS RUSSELL
Nickname: Crispin, Cris, Asshole
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Grade: Senior
Subject: n/a
Race: Shape Shifter
Canon/Non Canon: non canon
Play-by: Ian Somerhalder
Appearance:

Standing at five feet, ten inches, Crispin isn't exactly tall for the typical guy. However, he has the dark and handsome down to a bloody art. He has piercing blue eyes that are often calculating and mysterious and dark brown hair that can easily be mistaken for black in the right light. He is rather fair-skinned, but can tan just as easily as the next person. A tattoo adorns his right arm. Hic et nunc translates to here and now, and that's just how Crispin lives his life. He weighs in at a decent one hundred and fifty pounds, quite a bit of that made of muscle. His face is often covered in an almost scruffy array of facial hair, though he keeps it fairly well groomed. Of all his features, his eyes are undoubtedly the most piercing. They are easily able to capture the attention of others and mesmerize those around him with a charming smile. Crispin is often seen pushing the boundaries of the rules when it comes to the school uniform. Ever the rebel, he will find a new way to irritate administration every day and skip out of trouble with a flash of those pretty eyes and an apology that rings rather true, though it's obvious to any that know him that he never has any intention of changing his ways.

Personality:

A rebel without a cause:
Crispin does things his way. A slave to his whims, he will go off on a tangent from well developed plans to suit his own purposes. Usually, things work out, and when they don't, he still manages to wheedle his way out of trouble. Rules are certainly not his deal, but he seems to excel at finding ways to make others believe the rules could be wrong rather than him.

Devil may care:
Crispin is quite reckless, throwing himself into dangerous situations for the hell of it. He enjoys the heady sense of adrenaline that courses through him whenever he is faced with poor odds and is willing to fight his way out with fists or fangs.

Charming:
Only in the sense that he is well able to weave the truth to his purposes, Crispin is easily able to give a winning smile to get what he wants, all while harboring darker intentions.

Lone Wolf:
A talent for luring in the ladies and leaving them with just the barest hints of interest, Crispin is certainly a lone wolf. Perhaps his dislike for too much company stemmed from his favorite form of the large canine. At times, he seems more animal than human, courtesy of a shifter's life.

Loyal:
Though Crispin prefers to stick to himself, when he does make something akin to a friend, he is always there to help when they are in a bind. Extremely protective of those he cares for, Crispin will attack with a vengeance and fury unrivaled of even that of a werewolf in the midst of change.

Thrill Seeker:
The adrenaline rush is what he seeks. He rides a motorcycle for the danger that comes with it, often pushing the vehicle to dangerous speeds. Unlike other supernaturals, he has very little accelerated healing ability, so an accident can be quite deadly to him. With the introduction of humans and the near fallout coming down, where is Crispin? In the midst of the fray, of course. He sticks close to humans, enjoying all the tension that happens. He may even goad others into a fight just for the amusement he can get from watching.

Adaptable:
As would seem natural for a shifter, Crispin adapts well to varying situations. If a certain situation calls for a marked change in personality, he can certainly act as needed for quite a while until the need is diminished. At the point, he is back to his same old trouble seeking self.

History:

Crispin was born to a less than wealthy family, but the death of some uncle he couldn't give two shits about, his parents were suddenly more well off than ever before. It changed them, as money had the habit of doing. No longer was his mother as nurturing, no more was his father as carefree. With money came a poison that threatened to rip the family apart. Rather than watch it happen, Crispin brought the boarding school deal to the table. If they sent him there, they could live however the hell they wanted so long as it was without him.

Even at a young age, Crispin was a bit hard to handle. His prominent form had always been a bit much for his parents to control. The wolf was more than a match for a swan and otter, after all.

However, there was always one person who could talk him down from any anger. His sister, Angela, was quite a sweetheart, but she had enough bite to keep him in check. Her favorite animal was luckily the form she could take: the c. She'd often teased Crispin about how he was the only one who preferred the land over the water. It was a strong bond the siblings had, but like always, there was something to break it so thoroughly that nothing could put it back again.

It wasn't some walk in the dark on a dangerous alley that stole his sister away. It was unexpected, however. Like a thief in the night, illness had spread from the inside out. He sat with her hand firmly in his grip as they waited for the news from the doctors. On instinct, Crispin knew what the prognosis would be. Knowing didn't help prepare him when those words were spoken.

"I'm sorry. It's cancer."

Nothing could have prepared him for those words. Angela's health fell far faster than any could have predicted. Maybe she'd just lost hope, stopped fighting. No matter how he looked at it, Crispin was equally heartbroken and angry. A default when he was hurt, Crispin lashed out. The doctors were to blame. His parents were to blame. He accepted comfort from no one, grieving in the only way he knew how. Every night, he would race out to the mountains surrounding their home and run himself to exhaustion before howling as loud as he could, hoping she would hear him in the heavens and come back.

Older now, Crispin still goes off in the middle of the night after lights are out in the dorm. It's not hard for him to sneak out, determined to sneak out so he can go pay tribute to his little sister.

Sadly, she wasn't the only tragedy in his life. His best friend, Nico, was killed by his half-brother in a jealous fit in the middle of the night. With no one to truly rely on anymore, for the human had been a good companion, Crispin fell victim to even more grief. But first came the anger. He'd stumbled upon the murder and red fell over his eyes when he turned on the one responsible. Though Crispin wanted nothing more than to turn wolf and shred the ass into pieces after ripping him a new throat, he knew that the shifters couldn't be implicated in such a thing. Instead, he beat the half-brother of his best friend until the guy lay still. Crispin's fists were as bloodied as the guy's face and thinking him dead, Crispin left the scene. It wasn't until later that he heard the guy had actually survived and was in intensive care until he was well enough to go to jail for the murder of Nico.

Though Crispin often maintains the appearance of being the typical trouble-making, heart-breaking bad boy, he keeps the love for his lost sister close to him. As of yet, none know the amount of grief he still carries with him over her death. In fact, none but the school officials even know he had a sister. By no means would he willing tell any about Angela.

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Sample Post:

Amber eyes glowed in the darkness. Thick paws tread softly on the broken leaves that accompanied each autumn. It was Angela's favorite season, and so Crispin felt especially nostalgic as he moved at a predator's pace across the land. The park just outside the school certainly wasn't as roomy as his parent's large estate in the mountains, but it suited his purposes well enough during the nights.

A stiff wind brushed along his fur, parting it to the thicker insulative layer beneath his outer coat. Had it been daylight, the colors of his fur would have blended magnificently with the reds, browns, and oranges of the fallen leaves. Overhead, the waning moon provided enough light for him to easily see the path he'd worn in amidst the trees on his nightly strolls. Ducking past any guards circling the premises during the midnight hours had become second nature to Crispin and he meandered his way up to the small clearing he'd found early on in his career at the school.

The shifter wasn't foolish enough to believe that administration didn't know someone was coming out in the middle of the night to bay at the moon. They likely even knew it was him, but had yet to catch him in the act. There seemed to be some kind of unspoken agreement that as long as he returned to his room, he was alright to come howling every night. Of course, they could never outright say this. Allowing one to break the rules gave license to the rest to do as they wished as well.

Stepping into the clearing, Crispin lifted his head towards the stars and moon. With a deep inhale, he let his voice burst out, breaking through the silence of the night. As always, he flooded all the emotion he kept hidden behind his abrasive personality during the day into his voice and sang out his unrelenting grief to his dead sister. He had to believe she heard him. Nothing else kept him going.

As he lowered his head and opened his eyes, the amber iris was flecked with the laser-like blue of his hominid form. The blue always seemed to break through when his emotions rushed to the surface.

With one last glance to the sky, Crispin turned back to the dorms. Good night, Angela, he thought, breaking into a fast lope. It was always best to get back before he was noticed missing. And like a thief in the night, he stole back to his room to get sleep before the next day could bring its endless amusements.

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