Real name: Lance Mathias Pearson
Birthday: April 22
Weight: 149 lbs
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, black tail, fangs, just above averagely built, always wearing his collar, ring and stud in left ear, cuff on right, white/silver ring on right ring finger
Personality: Outrage is very laid back and calm. He's wary of people when he first meets them and has a 'guilty until proven innocent' view on people. He is extremely protective of those he loves, especially his little brother. He's a caregiver at heart and has a major soft side. He can be quite motherly, and also loves animals. However, he typically doesn't let people close enough to know that because of his take on them. OR has a bad temper and looses control of his powers easily. He is mostly triggered by anything threatening himself or Victor. He often acts on impulse, and his temper gets the better of him more times than not. He gets himself in trouble mostly from his mouth, speaking a lot of times without thinking first.
Likes: Being alone, quiet, rain, Victor, libraries/books, fruit especially citric ones
Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises, being threatened, the past
Powers: Along with all the normal powers for his kind (heightened senses, strength, speed, etc) Lance controls shadows. He inherited more from his parents, being the first born, so it's hard for him to control especially when he's in an emotional state.
Song(s): Prayer of the Refugee- Rise Against, Blurry- Puddle of Mudd, You Can't Take Me- Bryan Adams
Other: -Lance is straight, but has never had much of an interest in finding someone. He's more focused on protecting Vick.
- Lupine people go through stages just like humans. When they're little (0-7) they have wolf ears. When they become preteens (7-14) they get their fangs. When they become teenagers (14-21) they start learning their powers and fighting skills, they also are able to get rid of their ears. When they become adults (21) they get their tails and strengthen to their full potential. Usually they can disguise themselves to look like humans by getting rid of their tails and other features just like their ears, but Lance has yet to get control of his power and so he has his tail all the time.
- Lance remembers more than Victor, but he pretends he fully lost his memory so he doesn't upset Vick.
- He used to smoke, but found that he wasn't really addicted to the nicotine, it was just the action that calmed him. Call it a mental state. He still smokes sometimes, but most of the time they're fake. He actually really doesn't like the smoke since it reminds him of the night his home was destroyed.
- He's also an adrenaline junkie.
- As a child Lance was the kind of kid who would ask everything about anything. He loved giving things to people and seeing them smile, especially his mom. He was a bit of a momma's boy.
-Lance has a lot of medicinal skills from having to take care of Victor so much.
- Works at the school's library.
Real name: Victor Michael Pearson
Birthday: May 25
Weight: 143 lbs
Appearance: White hair, dark blue eyes, average build, ring and stud in left ear, cuff and ring in right, black ring on right ring finger
Personality: Outcast is practically the opposite of his brother. He is energetic and loves everyone. He would make friends with a brick wall if possible. He is kind and gentle and loves being around other people. He's adventurous but clumsy and often gets himself into trouble. He has a knack for injuring himself, but always smiles through it and OR's lectures as he fixes Outcast's wounds. Despite his clumsy and happy-go-lucky nature, Victor is very smart and good with words. He keeps a cool head and gets Lance out of trouble a lot with his sweet talking. It's one of the reasons so many people like him.
Likes: Sweets, Lance, being around people, laughing
Dislikes: Sour foods, being alone, not knowing where Lance is, lying
Powers: Along with all the normal powers for his kind (heightened senses, strength, speed, etc) Victor controls fire. He has yet to figure out how to use his powers. Like Lance, his only come out when he's in a lot of danger or emotional trauma.
Song(s): We've Only Just Begun- Run Kid Run, Dark Horses- Switchfoot, Take Me As I Am- FM Static
Other: -Vick is bi-sexual. He likes everyone, but he hasn't exactly found anyone he really loves.
- Victor is still teenager, so he hasn't gotten his tail or refined powers yet.
- He hates fighting and gets scared easily. He usually lets Lance take care of anything that comes up.
- If him and his brother fought together, they would be practically unbeatable since their powers work together.
- Vick has a horrible sweet tooth. He's almost stolen before to satisfy his cravings.
- As a child Victor was actually really shy. He always hid behind Lance or his parents and if he had to talk he would just whisper to them, and have them say it for him.
- He hates Lance smoking, even if they're fakes. He'll tackle him if he sees him doing it.
- He's in his last year of high school.
(Doing these bios a little differently)
"Hide in here. Don't come out until it's safe. Lance, protect your brother."
Her eyes are shining, holding tears back. They are sad, but happiness lurks under them.
"Lance. Victor. I love you."
Her voice wavers and I know she's being strong for us.
Those are the last words my mother said before she set the lid back on the barrel me and my brother were hiding in. I hold Vick in my arms and smooth his hair, trying to calm his shaking form. I peer out an open knothole to see her running out the door. I see shadows on the wall outside the door frame and she runs the other way. A few seconds later men I don't know run past the same spot. One stops in the room and I hold my breath and my ears flatten down instinctively. After a quick glance down Vick understands and stifles his sobs. His ears fold back as well. The man surveys the room before moving hesitantly out to follow the rest. I exhale and can feel my heart beating again. I look down again at Vick huddled between my arms and legs. He's shaking again. I give a sympathetic sigh and hold him closer. Waiting for this all to be over.
My surroundings blur into and out of focus. I feel like everything is in slow motion and on mute. The burning castle, the crumbling towers, the falling wood, even my own body. My blinks and breaths and heartbeats feel like they each take an eternity. I can barely hear the rumbles from what is happening around me. I slowly turn to try to take it all in. I see bodies and death everywhere, but one stands out. The white hair is distinguishable, though it is covered in black and red. Soot and blood. Suddenly everything is back. It moves at a normal pace and a loud crash makes me flinch. The sounds are cacophonous. Screams, crashes, animal calls, explosions. They all blend into one maddening noise. I am focused on that body though. I try to walk to it and for the first time I realize that I am actually sitting, not standing. I try to get to my feet, but I am unbalanced and fire hot streaks of pain shoot through me, making me fall back to where I was. But, I am still focused on that single body. I crawl to it slowly and roll it onto it's back when I reach it. Like I thought; it's Vick. I pull him into my lap. I am now the one shaking. How did this happen? How did we get out here? I can't remember. Not only that, but I can't remember things about myself as well. I remember Vick and a few memories of us. I remember my mothers words, but other memories of her were cloudy. I can't remember my father. My mind begins to spin with the questions and I can feel tears forming, but a cough snaps my attention back to my brother's body. His familiar dark blue eyes shudder open.
He chokes out my name before lurching into a violent coughing frenzy. He lays back across my legs when he finishes.
He swallows roughly and I nod. He must've breathed in a lot of soot and ash. I look around for something to fulfill his wish. But everything is burning. I'm searching for blue in a mass of red, yellow, and orange. I become frantic when he goes into another coughing fit. There will be nothing in the courtyard that we can get to without going through more fire. Or at least I believe we're in the courtyard. It's too hard to tell.
With the fire spreading and no sign of anything drinkable I decide that it is too dangerous to continue sitting here in the open. I'm not sure who the men were, but if my mother wanted to protect us from them then they must be dangerous too. Where we are, we're practically sitting ducks. I shift so that Vick is behind me and I crouch into a kneeling position, then pull his arm around one of my shoulders. I notice that I am covered in soot too and my throat begins to ache for water as well. I try to ignore it, and the sickening sticky feeling I have noticed lining the right side of my head, as I heave his other arm onto my other shoulder. His weight plus the fatigue makes me want to collapse, but I have to get out of here.
His head moves on my back. Good, he's still alive.
"I'm going to get us out of here. Hold on as best you can. Ok?"
His arms tighten around my neck in response. I then gather all my strength and force myself to a wobbly stand. I let my legs stabilize under me before trying to take a step. I stumble to the left but catch my balance, breathing hard. Then another step. I lean to the right, but I'm steadier. Then I take another. And another. And another. I focus on my footsteps and breaths. Step. Breath. Step. Breath. They fall in rhythm and before I know it, I am at the gate. There is a lake that feeds the moat not far from here. Water. I take a quick look back over my shoulder. Our home is gone. The magnificent stone walls have crumbled and lay in piles on the ground. Everything burns and I know that no one I know, save Victor, is still alive. Without a second thought, I step over the threshold. That place was no longer my home.
I wake up to a wooden ceiling. I stare at it for a while. This is not my room; my room has a stone ceiling. Then I remember. My room is gone, along with the rest of my home. But I should be at the lake with Victor. I shoot up from the strange bed. Victor. Where was my brother? I see him sleeping peacefully across the room. The soot is gone from his hair and he has a bandage around his head. I look down at my own hands and see they are clean and bandaged as well. Confused couldn't begin to explain my feelings. Where were we? How did we get here? Who cleansed and treated us? How are we not dead?
I close my eyes and rub my forehead. I am now aware that the noise of your own thoughts can give you a headache. I'm too busy focusing on trying to get it to go away that I don't notice the woman come in. Only her voice makes me realize there's someone else in the room.
"It's good to see you awake. Are you hungry?"
I want to ask her who she is and all my questions, but the sudden groan of my stomach and the weariness that follows makes me forget everything but eating. She laughs and exits the room. Her laughter is warm and puts me at ease.
If her laughter hadn't, her food certainly would've. Though it isn't anything as fancy as we would have at the castle, it is delicious. The cheese on the bread slices tastes different; it's richer and creamier. I vaguely wonder how I know the food in the castle is different, but I'm too engrossed in the food to question further. I devour multiple helpings of bread with cheese, along with some grapes, an apple, and possibly a gallon of water. By the time I finish my feast, I'm ready to sleep again. But I have questions.
"I don't mean to be rude, miss, but who exactly are you? I only remember heading to the lake with my brother, but we're here."
I look around.
"And I'm not exactly sure where 'here' is either."
The woman nods solemnly.
"My name is Ellena Carrow. This is my home."
I nod, patiently waiting for her to go on.
"I was out getting water for my animals when I saw you two near the lake. I had a friend of mine help carry you here and I've been treating you since."
Since? Her choice of words raise another question.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"A few days. Maybe three. Neither of you has woken up until now."
I give a mumbled 'mm' in response and look down.
"You should rest. Your wounds are still healing."
I look back up and study her. Wavy brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Probably in her late 20's. Her skin is dirty, but in a nice way. It's just enough to give her texture and tint her skin a light tan. Her face is kind and she seems like the kind of person who would laugh a lot. Her hands are slim and calloused. Dainty and hardworking. I imagine them carefully wrapping bandages around each me and Victor's wounds and I decide I can trust her. I nod once more at her suggestion of rest and lay down on the bed, wrapping the blankets around me.
The next day I awake once more and begin walking around. My body aches all over, even with Ellena's care. Within a few hours of being up, Victor wakes as well and I help her prepare food for him. During the next month, our bodies heal and return to normal. My memories stay foggy, however, and Vick's memories seem even cloudier. Though I believe his was just his body's way of coping instead of being hit by a flying piece of tower like mine. I know because I have the gash to prove it.
After we healed, Ellena enrolled us in the school. I became distant, seeing the faces of the men who chased my mother down the stairs everywhere. I didn't trust them or the way they looked at us. I suppose they didn't trust us either. We were werewolves after all and no one, including us, knew how we got there. After the first day I decided I wanted to keep something special just to me and Victor. When we talked we decided it to be our names. We would be the only ones to know our names. No one had asked us before we made the pact, so it worked. We made aliases for ourselves. I simply took mine from what I was already called at the school for my temper, Outrage. Vick wanted to match me in some way and named himself Outcast. I found it a bit of an odd name for him, since he was so friendly, but he explained it. He said that we were both outcasts. We didn't know our pasts, our family, what happened, or much of who we were. We were different from the people in the town, and we would be different from everyone wherever we went. We were wolves living among humans. After that, the names began to stick. People would call us O.R and O.C, or just R and C. We began to fit in and learn more about where we were as well. We were in a small German town, somehow we had made it from the other world to the human world where Ellena had found us, and our memories would probably never come back. Me and Victor were fine with that though. We had made a new life in the Carrow home and it was good enough for us.
We left when I was 12 and Vick was 9. Ten years later, our lives would change once again.
Lance and Victor are the princes of the lupine kingdom. The Yin and Yang princes to be exact. They got the nickname because although they are the complete opposites, they work together better than anyone. You can't have one without the other. There was a war going on during the time they spent there, but they never knew about it. One night the castle was attacked and destroyed by one of the enemy armies. Their mother, the queen, saved them by hiding them and acting as bait. After the war was ended and peace returned, the kingdom rebuilt and returned to its glory. It has been run by a stand in for the last few years, but when they discover that Lance and Victor, the rightful royal family, are still alive. They send the reaper to find them and bring them home. However, the two don't remember anything about their royal blood and are reluctant to accept such a responsibility.
Wow that took a long time to write. x_x But I like writing the bios like that better.
Listening to: Sail- Awolnation
Watching: Code Geass R2