[color=6ecff6][center][h1]Lokyn Greywall[/h1]
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[h2]The Nordic Gentleman[/h2]
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[b]Physical Description:[/b]
At six feet eight inches, Lokyn towers above most people, and is tall, lean and muscled despite what his slim frame might tell you. With feathery, shoulder length hair that's dark mahogany at the top and slowly fades into light brown naturally, his hazel-amber eyes are alluring to some and unsettling to most. His high cheekbones and creamy, flawless skin make up for it though, and though he doesn't look the type, he has [url=http://media-cache-ec3.pinimg.com/550x/74/a1/7d/74a17d1eef10405a3fbe7ac4265aa5c2.jpg]nordic rune tattoos[/url] on his right forearm as well as his parents names in the same letters.
[b]Alias[/b] 
Nattklov(Not-Clohv): Norwegian-Night Claw
[b]Speech Color (Actually say what you're using):[/b] [color=AFEEEE]PaleTurquoise[/color]
[b]Character Alignment:[/b] Hero
[b]Identity:[/b] Secret.
[b]Character Personality:[/b]Lokyn is usually calm, except for when someone or something he deems as his and belonging to him is in danger or being taken away, or when he sees animals, children and women being abused. He's hard to anger, enjoys animals, swimming, dancing and playing the guitar. He's very pro LGBTQ, all about women, children and animal rights, and refuses to talk politics. He's usually reserved, but if there is a conversation going on and it's a topic that interests him, will politely join in, and then he changes completely, going from quiet, to animated and excited. Lokyn believes in karma, that what you do will return to you, and that everyone should strive to be who they want to be, not who other people want them to be. When fighting, he's swift, efficient, fierce, and deadly. He has the capacity for mercy, but if it comes down to his life or that of a brutal killer, he will put the bastard down. Not a typically religious person, he respects the faiths of other people, and he would be considered a pagan. However if one tires to force their beliefs on him, he will quickly shut them down, and do it with a cold look in his eyes. His scariest emotion for other's to witness is his icy calm anger-you know shit's about to hit the fan and it's going to go everywhere.
[b]Uniform/costume:[/b] 
He wears all black leather armor, sort of like the stuff you would see an elf wear, but more form fitting.
[b]Origin Info/Details:[/b] 
Born in Reykjavík, Iceland, Lokyn was an only child to his parents. A few hours shortly after he was born, they discovered his natural claw mutation when he got upset for one of the many reasons that babies cry. Alarmed, yet accepting, they trimmed the ends so that he would not hurt himself or others with them. Growing up was somewhat hard for Lorkyn. His reserved and quiet nature made it hard for him to make friends, and so he was considered a loner. that worked just as well for him though, because he disliked the playground rama that went on, all the way up to high school. He had better things to worry than who dated who and whatnot. When he was nineteen, both of his parents died when a drunk driver crashed into them. All three people died that day, and Lokyn swore to never ever have more than one small glass of alcohol. He refused to let someone drive home drunks, buzzed or tipsy. It didn't matter if you were a stranger het met at bar or a co worker-he would insist on driving you home or calling a taxi for you.

When he turned twenty-three he moved to the US and bought a house. It was fairly large, and he didn't want to live alone, so he put out an ad for a housemate to share the bills. Two weeks after he first sent the ad out, CC showed up. The Frenchman's acerbic nature and biting sarcasm quickly endeared him to Lokyn and the two have been friends since then.
[b]Hero Type (Select one):[/b] 
Shapeshifter/Acrobat
[b]Power Level (Select one below):[/b] 
City
[b]Powers (Be Specific):[/b] 
He has claws that can extend from his second knuckles and curve over his fingertips, like diamond hard bone 
armor. These claws are wickedly sharp, like sharpened razor blades. He also has heightened senses and can shift into feline and canine shapes, from Lion to housecat, wolf to chihuahua. He can change his pupils to the slit feline type to better see in darkness, and his canine teeth are longer and sharper than the average human's.
[b]Attributes (Select one at each category):[/b]
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Height:
6'8
Weight:
129 lbs
Strength Level: 
60 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 
80 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 
5 hours
Agility: 
15x Human level
Intelligence: 
genius
Fighting Skill: 
Mastered
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[b]Resources:[/b] 
Large-ish. he has tons of armor and several mach bikes as well as a few Harleys stashed somewhere.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] 
With his heightened senses, extremely loud noises, strong scents, and uncomfortable sensations can make him nauseous, dizzy and weak. If not careful, he can be easily trapped when in his smaller shapes, and therefore kidnapped and held for ransom or to be tortured. He has to be wary at all times of what shape he takes and where in each situation.
[b]Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):[/b] 
He has a friend Named CC who's just a human who helps pay half of the bills on the house.
[b]Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:[/b] 
Yeah.
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.): 
The blaring of an extremely annoying alarm clock was the precursor to a certain acrobatic shapeshifter's dark morning mood, all dark clouds and swearing in Norwegian, Icelandic, English and at least three other languages. That is, until he had his morning cup of coffee. As the wording on his shirt said, "Today's good mood is sponsored by Coffee."
 He'd found it one day when looking at the graphic tshirts in the men's clothing department. At the sound of bare feet padding on cold stone tile, swearing in the often flowery sounding language of French, he turned to see his friend and housemate of three years. Cutler Coma Argeneau was tall for a human at six foot six, and dashingly handsome with dark brown hair that barely reached past his jaw and storm grey eyes.

"Mornin," Lokyn offered the European male a cup of coffee. The male took it, muttering in French, took a few sips and relaxed slightly.
 Neither one of them were morning people, even though both of their jobs oft required them to wake up at the ungodly ass-crack of dawn and keep odd hours, sometimes all nighters. They'd both pulled all-weekers a few times. Boy, by then end of the last all-weeker had ended,
 Lokyn had been on the edges of his sanity. It had definitely been hell on his senses.

"Why in the hell you always wake up so awfully early i will never understand, mon ami," CC told his friend. Lokyn shrugged.

"I forgot how to reset my alarm clock and have no patience to relearn lately," he replied. CC snorted a laugh in camaraderie. He knew what that was like.

"Plans, min venn?" Lokyn asked, taking another sip of the sweet brown liquid that was surely the creation of the gods. CC shook his head.

"Non," he replied. "Marie has given me the rest of the month off to relax. She practically kicked me out, saying if she had to listen to me complain about whoever's  idea it was to set up the work schedule the way it is must have been the product of several farm animals." the Icelandic male choked on a laugh and had to set his cup down to prevent himself from dropping it.

"Gudene har barmhjertighet, CC," he laughed. "Marie may well wash your mouth out with soap herself you keep it up." CC rubbed a hand along the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

"I'll ask her our first, and if she says yes, i'll gladly let her make me eat soap," he said. "Solid liquid, inbetween, i wouldn't give a damn." Lokyn raised an eyebrow in slight mockery.

"Only took you six months to work up the guts, great job," he mocked. CC punched him in the arm. Hard. Lokyn Laughed and rubbed it.

"Well, I'm going to hit the shower and then go to work," he said, fist bumping him. "have a good day, CC."

"You too, mon ami."
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