Zak Ravel

[[GreyWolf]]

Name: Zak Ravel
Gender: Male
Age: 23
View: Neutral
Species: Siberian Husky

Description:
Human
Height: 5'11
Weight: 152 lbs

A thin figure. He just can't seem to get enough carbs to give him any substantial amount of fat. Then again, it just might be his height that makes him look skinny. If he were around 5'7", he would definitely look more on the plumper side. He has slight tan as well. His arms, though thin, are lined with well-developed muscles. Not like a weight lifter's though, just enough to make them look athletic enough to fit the bill.

His hair is normally a messy clump of black, reaching just about his shoulder blades. He doesn't mind it that much, and defends himself by saying that its 'style'. Though, of course, if a formal event were to present himself, he might go and fix it up to at least give some more appeal. But he doesn't get invited to those too much.

His eyes are somewhat different. While his right eye is a startling blue, his left eye is a soft hazel. Race? Asian. Which makes his eyes look all squinty.

His choice of clothes are more on the 'simple' side. He'd wear any shirt, for any occasion, any time. Not exactly picky is he? He only has small array of clothes, a couple of jackets just in case. He'd prefer clothes in a darker color scheme, less likely to get dirty. Shirt and jeans are the best way to go.

Morphed

As a husky, he looks well enough. He isn't overweight, and he isn't underweight. He gets plenty of exercise actually, running about and what not. His fur is black in color, though part of his face is white, and the white fur stretches all the way to his chest where it blends in with the black around his stomach. His paws are also white, turning black along his ankles. His tail his a mass of black fur, expressing what feels most of the time. If he were happy, the tail would be wagging furiously. While if he were nervous, his tail would be on ends. His eyes are similar to when he is human, while one side is blue, the other is a warm hazel.

Personality:

A joker. He'd sooner stick you in the back with a fake knife and demand you give him some money than actually hurt you in any way. He likes messing with people, most of all annoying them by saying all kinds of things that he knows push their buttons, just to get the the satisfaction that he can. He smiles a lot. He's a cruddy ball of energy. He runs around, jumps around and does almost everything with much enthusiasm, that much said, he likes playing with children, and anyone else who can run around with him. He can also get really annoying that way.

He's really loyal to his friends and the like. He'd always try to get them out of harm's way, and at the most, protect them. He gets really crazy when someone he likes is in mortal danger, or gets ruffed up for that matter. He'll charge in like a bull. He can also be rather sweet to his friends, he plans all sort of stuff if he likes someone enough. He'll pitch in to give some fun.

He's actually quite observant. He looks around, trying to see what's going on. He can get really really curious about whats happening and can't help but stick his nose where it shouldn't be. He put together clues, acts detective and that sort of thing. He also knows how to act stupid. Acting stupid is the easiest way to get information, as much as his experience goes, and he's got that move down.

When he does get serious, he changes. No more smiles, just straight faces with dead serious eyes. He gets violent, he forces people and things out of the way. He shows his tougher side. Of course, this only ever happens if his own life is in danger, or anyone close to him. He does have a violent side.

History:

He was raised by carnies. That was one heck of a childhood. The carnies traveled all sorts of places, and his education came from the elderly men in their travel group. They taught him the basics, like how to talk, read and write, a bit of math when it came his turn to count the money, and a few tidbits of information here and there, whenever they had the time in between shows. By the age of twelve he could freely control his shape-shifting ability, before that he would randomly turn into a pup and everyone had to sort out that mess. Later on when he got older, he started helping out with the shows. Of course his act was turning into a dog. The audience would think it was some sort of magic trick, but everyone backstage knew better. As a result, by the age of sixteen or so, he could handle a number of jobs that he learned over time. That didn't last though, before he had even turned seventeen, the carnival business was closed down. People just weren't interested anymore, and they were out of jobs.

His parents? He never really gave them much though. Sure, he might have wondered every now and then where they might be. But the only thought that kept occurring to him was that they had left him, or they were dead. Either way, there was no point in wondering about them if they weren't even worried about him.

He stuck with the rest of the carnies for a while, before finally leaving after a bash on the head by one of the older carnies, telling him to go get a life and stop scarfing all the food. He was seventeen, and he was hungry. He turned into a dog most of the time, he just felt it was less degrading to eat out of garbage cans when he was a dog, the food tasted better too. Well, that was a great idea. After a few weeks of this, he got caught and was sent to the pound. At least he was smart enough to stick with his dog act. He felt like he was in prison in that pound. Everybody was so frickin' noisy, the only good thing there was that they served food twice a day, plus free lodging.

He got adopted after a month in the pound, most of the dogs there do. Kids love dogs. Dogs don't normally love the kids back, but as long as there's some food, he wasn't going to complain. It was a better deal than he thought. He was provided a nice home, with heaters and everything, stuff to chew on, and good food. Good enough for him. And all he had to do in return was cuddle around with the kids, play with them a bit, maybe get the newspaper when they got lazy and not pee on the floor. Life was great. He would only turn back human when the people weren't in the house, and he could watch tv all he wanted. It was during this time that he had to learn how to act stupid. The people in the house were sure to notice something if he were to act semi-smart. So he purposely fulfilled his role as the dumb, fluffy, and cute dog of the family.

He got tired of that life after a few years. Now working at wherever he needs to work. He lives in an one-bedroom apartment, doing not much in there but sleep. He keeps his shape-shifting ability on need-to-know basis only. Did I mention his apartment is in New York?

Weapons and Equipment:

Teeth and claws when he's a canine. He's got a switch knife in his pocket, and a small lighter if that ever comes useful. He also knows how to use a gun, though he doesn't actually have a gun on him. And when I say knows, I mean, he can shoot the thing without shaky hands.

[Milk]

Accepted!