@Neraida Heres the thread
Name: "Talis" Legal name: Qrow Julian Blackvein
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years
Physical appearance: 5'10, fluffy black hair, olive skin tone, lean but well muscled, feathery wolf black wolf ears and tail, with sharper k9's. He's got green eyes with gold flecks in them. He wears a black shirt, leather jacket, a pair of jeans that have tears in them, and lace up boots. In his coat he keeps his mask, which is a black wolf mask with gold lining around the eyes, nose, and the teeth are golden, and they allow him to fully shift into his beast form. In the gold lining there are runes that enable him to shift, and only he can use the mask to shift. He shifts once he puts it on.
His beast form is a large black wolf, thats feathery, the feathers grow off of silky fur, so he goes through a molt every now and then, or he regrows them when he looses them, its got white teeth, and he's got black nails, and his eyes instead of staying green with gold flecks glow a soft red. He can damask himself and return to his upright position. He can be damasked by another person, but they have to grab him by the joint where his lower and upper jaw connect and pull from there to damask him.
Stuff: Mask.
The cage doors flew open, apparently someone had managed to escape, apparently taking the pity to open up all the doors. Standing up his ears perked, and he watched as a feather fell from on of his ears. creatures were streaming out and quite frankly, he was very much tired of the labor camp uniform, not to mention he was tired of the labor, he wasn't some pack mule, he was a predator.
Sirens of alarm whirred and he could hear the guards shouting. Unlike others leavin their belongings he could not take that chance. He needed his belongings. His mask. He could feel it’s draw, it called to him. He’d missed feeling it’s cool weight in his jacket or on his face. Slinking around the path the others were using to get out he went to the office and retrieved his things. Most importantly his mask was still there and in perfect shape, which was very good indeed. He didn't need much more than a few minutes to get back into his favored attire. Picking up the mask, placing it on his face his the gold flecks in his eyes lighting up as black feathers bloomed around him and once settled a his beast self stood in his human looking stead. His eyes now lighting up the dim office, they'd pulled the lights to disorient some of the prisoners. Charging out of the office via a window as the door locked him in, easily breaking the glass. He could hear gun shots firing after him, but thankfully they all missed. He was a little behind the group, but that was fine if need be, he could always slip out other ways.
Name: "Talis" Legal name: Qrow Julian Blackvein
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years
Physical appearance: 5'10, fluffy black hair, olive skin tone, lean but well muscled, feathery wolf black wolf ears and tail, with sharper k9's. He's got green eyes with gold flecks in them. He wears a black shirt, leather jacket, a pair of jeans that have tears in them, and lace up boots. In his coat he keeps his mask, which is a black wolf mask with gold lining around the eyes, nose, and the teeth are golden, and they allow him to fully shift into his beast form. In the gold lining there are runes that enable him to shift, and only he can use the mask to shift. He shifts once he puts it on.
His beast form is a large black wolf, thats feathery, the feathers grow off of silky fur, so he goes through a molt every now and then, or he regrows them when he looses them, its got white teeth, and he's got black nails, and his eyes instead of staying green with gold flecks glow a soft red. He can damask himself and return to his upright position. He can be damasked by another person, but they have to grab him by the joint where his lower and upper jaw connect and pull from there to damask him.
Stuff: Mask.
The cage doors flew open, apparently someone had managed to escape, apparently taking the pity to open up all the doors. Standing up his ears perked, and he watched as a feather fell from on of his ears. creatures were streaming out and quite frankly, he was very much tired of the labor camp uniform, not to mention he was tired of the labor, he wasn't some pack mule, he was a predator.
Sirens of alarm whirred and he could hear the guards shouting. Unlike others leavin their belongings he could not take that chance. He needed his belongings. His mask. He could feel it’s draw, it called to him. He’d missed feeling it’s cool weight in his jacket or on his face. Slinking around the path the others were using to get out he went to the office and retrieved his things. Most importantly his mask was still there and in perfect shape, which was very good indeed. He didn't need much more than a few minutes to get back into his favored attire. Picking up the mask, placing it on his face his the gold flecks in his eyes lighting up as black feathers bloomed around him and once settled a his beast self stood in his human looking stead. His eyes now lighting up the dim office, they'd pulled the lights to disorient some of the prisoners. Charging out of the office via a window as the door locked him in, easily breaking the glass. He could hear gun shots firing after him, but thankfully they all missed. He was a little behind the group, but that was fine if need be, he could always slip out other ways.
"Belief is only half the healing. Belief of the cure. Belif of the future. belief of what happens in the future."
