Lionel James Wright

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LIONEL JAMES WRIGHT 448 YEARS OLD WEREBEAR BEN BARNES FOUR

TIMEZONE: US Eastern HOW DID YOU FIND US?: M8D kept talking about you guys, so finally decided to come join. c: CONTACT INFORMATION: I do have a Skype, though you'll have to give me your Skype info since it's almost impossible to find me. Otherwise, PM works just fine, too. NICKNAME(S): Lio (pronounced like Leo), "Momma Bear" DATE OF BIRTH: 10/01/1565 DATE OF CHANGE: 5/27/1581 BIRTHPLACE: London, England HOMETOWN: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Harper Valley, NY DIET: N/A MAIN ANIMAL: N/A SPECIES APPEARANCE: Giant Panda SCARS/MARKS: A large bite scar on his left shoulder and right calf; a bullet scar on his lower left abdomen area; and a claw scar that runs from just beneath the base of his neck, down his chest, and onto his right hip. PERSONAL STYLE: Lionel is far more used to simple clothing than he is anything else. He's not a very fancy guy, nor is he the one to go grab a shirt with some bold graphic claim splattered over it. He prefers simple-colored shirts, usually button-down, and he'll try to find pants that don't have a zipper since he hates those things--always snagging on his skin or the threads of the article of clothing the zipper is on. Colors don't matter much to him so long as nothing clashes; he does try to even out how often he wears light or dark colors, however, so others can't say he favors one over the other in his outfits over the course of a week or so. He's never been a big jewelry person, but he does wear a bracelet around his right wrist. It's made of simple leather strings and has a snarling bear head attached to it. The thing looks very worn and fragile. OCCUPATION: One of the leading lighting designers for the Shubert Organization, which is a theatre company in NYC. Due to this job, Lionel is often away from home quite frequently, but he refuses to move to the big city since he much prefers the quieter town of Harper Valley. AFFILIATION: N/A ABILITY: N/A MAGI ABILITY: N/A First Specialty: N/A Second Specialty: N/A LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: If you wanted to describe Lionel in one word, it would be...optimistic. Despite everything the man has gone through in his life, he still finds a reason to smile, still finds a reason to wake up every morning, still finds a reason to keep on living. He always believes there's a good side to any situation and will always take away something positive from every experience he has had in his life. He keeps a smile on his face even on his worst days; he believes it will help others be positive if he shows them he is positive. And besides, he expects that he will die one of these days, so best to go down with a grin than with tears in his eyes. So yes, Lionel is always optimistic and happy, and will spread that happiness to everyone he meets. His smile can be quite infectious, too. This smile can even help settle quarrels or arguments, depending on the situation. Lionel does his best to stay out of any sort of conflict, if he can; he doesn't like getting caught in the middle of things that don't involve him in a personal way. He'll just put on that smile and do what he can to make all conflicting parties happy. But don't you dare try to start something personal with him. If ever Lionel himself is hurt by someone else, that is when they cross the line. His angry werebear instincts will kick in and he'll immediately snap back. If it comes to a fight, so be it, for it is his fight and not a fight for someone else. Some might call him a little bit egocentric since he'll fight and stand up for himself but not always for other people, but it's more just because he likes to avoid conflict that's not personal to begin with. Wile he might not fight at everyone's side, he will always be right there for comfort after the fighting is all done. He seems to be much more of an intimate sort of werebear than an aggressive one. Those that he's made friends with and know what he is often called him "Momma Bear" because he'd be so nurturing and motherly towards his friends that have recently been hurt or upset. He can be a tad over-bearing--no pun intended--at times, but he means well. To have Lionel as a friend is to have someone that will be supportive of whatever you feel like doing. He's incredibly open-minded and never judges anyone for any part of themselves. Of course, he doesn't support bad habits--such as smoking, excessive drinking, negative thoughts 24/7, etc.--but will support good and positive things in his friends. He is a loyal friend, as well, so long as you do not hurt him or cause his trust in you to be misplaced; he is like a steady rock against the churning ocean of the world, but he will move if ever you betray his trust or harm someone he cares about. FATHER: Raymond Wright {DECEASED} MOTHER: Winifred Wright {DECEASED} SIBLINGS: Audley Wright - older brother {DECEASED}, Kimberly Wright - older sister {DECEASED} OTHER FAMILY: N/A OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Lionel considers everyone he meets to be important. If you want the full list, ask him, he might remember some of them. HISTORY: It was a crisp morning, the first day of October. Winifred Wright was cursing her husband as he stood next to her, saying how it was all his fault they were having a third child, how she did not want this child, and so on and so forth. But the child was coming, whether they wanted it or not. With one final scream-- Oh. You don't want my history from the beginning beginning? Thank God, because it's incredibly boring in my early years. Alright, let me start over. Needless to say, I was the third-born child of my parents Winifred and Raymond--my brother Audley was four years older than me and my sister Kimberly was three years older than me. We lived in a nice cottage in London back in...oh, what year was it?....Oh, right, the year of 1565. London wasn't as populated as it is now, but it was a busy place. Luckily for myself and my parents, we lived on the outer edges of London, out in the more country-like area. We owned a few horses and a cow or two, but we weren't farmers or shepherds of any sort. As our surname implies, we were craftsmen: my father did a lot of wood-working, making anything from furniture to decorative pieces one would use to decorate the wall or dining table with. And women did not work back then, so all my mother had to do was look after myself and my siblings, which was tough work considering we were quite the rambunctious trio. And though I might have started this out a little negatively, my mother loved all of us equally--though I had heard her complain more than once to my father about the amount of children they had. I can't really recall anything too interesting when I was very young. As we grew up, our father taught us his trade, as well as how to hunt and provide for the family. I have to admit, I really loved hunting: I loved going out into the woods, setting traps, even using a bow that my father bought for me for one of my birthdays. I found it much more exciting than carving wood, that was for certain. I tried to spend a lot of my time out in the woods...and now sometimes I'm not sure if I should regret that decision or not. It was late in May and I was fifteen years of age when I went out into the woods on my own one morning: Audley was busy working with my father and Kimberly and my mother were off in London buying groceries and such. I was in the middle of checking some traps when I heard roars and snarls deeper in the woods. I was pretty full of myself back then, so I thought I'd be able to sneak up on the bear and shoot it in the head with an arrow. So I snuck off deeper into the trees, an arrow notched in my bow. I thought for certain I would surprise the bear...but it surprised me. I found a half-eaten deer carcass in the spot I hear the bear from, but no bear. I was about to go searching around when there was a roar from behind me and I spun around just in time to see this huge grizzly bear lunge at me with open jaws. It bit down into my shoulder and I screamed, because...damn that hurt. But it didn't try to rip off my arm, it just held down. Lucky for me, I had my bow in my other hand, so I whacked the thing in the face; I must've hit its eye or something since it reared back with a snarl. He tried to scamper away from the thing and get on my feet, but then its teeth caught my leg and I was dragged back onto the ground. Lucky for me, that's when my family came to the rescue. My father shot the grizzly twice in its side, which made it release me and back up. He notched another arrow, but it ran off before he could shoot, and quickly they turned their attention to me and these two horrible bite wounds I had. I won't bore you with all the details. They got me to a healer and I was forced to rest until the wounds healed. I was good to start moving around after a few weeks...but that's when the transformation started. To be honest, I had never heard of werecreatures before, so I was incredibly freaked out when I was starting to get covered in fur as the full moon hung in the sky. Through the burning and stabbing pain I felt, there was anger, and I needed to take my anger out on something. I must have been screaming or something, for my mother and father came rushing into the room...and they are the ones I attacked. My mind did not recognize them as family: all I saw were two things I could kill. After I was finished, I was covered in blood, but I was still not satisfied. So I broke out of the house and ran out into the wild, my white-and-black fur pretty contrasting to the green countryside. I don't remember much else of what happened last night, but when I woke up I was still covered in my parents' blood and the shock of what had happened finally hit me. I had transformed into a bear. That certainly was not normal. I was smart enough to realize it was probably connected somehow to that bear that had bit me in the woods those weeks ago. But now what I needed to do was keep moving, find out more of what happened to me. So I stole some clothes from another house and headed off to London, picking up odd jobs here and there to get some money. I wandered around in London for a time, trying to find any stories about what had happened to me, but I didn't have a lot of time. My second transformation was soon only a day away and I was panicking, afraid of what I was. I was wondering the streets the night before the night of the full moon when a strange woman walked up to me. She was kind and friendly and said that she had answers to my questions. I was just a kid, lost without a family, so I followed her to her small home where we sat down with some hot tea. We talked throughout the night and it was the first night I got a glimpse into the world that I was now a part of. Apparently there were 'supernatural' people, people that were not fully human, and I had become one of them: a werecreature--a werebear, to be exact--a creature that shifted into an animal form every full moon, or under other certain conditions. The woman was a vampire, a creature that needed blood to survive, and was immortal. I was scared, yes, but also incredibly fascinated. The woman--Katheline Johnson--allowed me to stay with her, and she taught me a lot about supernaturals and their world. I had to get a job, of course, but the city was a lot different from the rural area I was used to. However, I had taken a liking to the theatre in the area, so I decided to get involved in all of that; Katheline liked theatre, too, so she had no objections to it. Over the next few years, we grew close, and etc. etc., and then yes, we did begin dating. I was in my twenties, and though she was most likely much older than I was due to her immortality, she agreed. Again, boring details thereafter, but we had a nice life. We were together for...a long time. Too long for me to even remember correctly. I did a lot of theatre in London and I even got to work alongside William Shakespeare for a while--he was an oddball, that one, but an incredible writer. His plays are some of my most favorite. To make a long story short, I think we were in London for nearly two centuries. I really liked the place, and she really did, so we didn't bother to move. We lived through a lot of its history but managed to keep ourselves secret from those that would wish us harm. Of course, all good things must come to an end, and so they did in the year 1755. Crime was especially bad in the city, and so this thing called the Bow Street Runners--early policemen--was established. What many people didn't know, however, was that it had a secret branch specially designated for handling supernatural crimes. And, well...we just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, involved a conflict of some vampire clans that I didn't want to get involved with in the first place. When a battle broke out, in came the BSR, and Katheline gave her life so I could escape. I decided to leave London and head to this new world out in the west across the ocean, some place called America. The boat landed in New York, and I immediately went off to explore this new place. I managed to get there before all of the fighting and revolutions had begun, and I found myself allying with the American people, thinking they were standing up for a just cause. I helped in many of their battles, even becoming a soldier during the American Revolution. It was fun, to say the least, and it felt good to have something to focus on. Besides, using a gun reminded me a lot of my younger days when I hunted, only I was hunting people this time. And "hunting" people tended to keep the werebear side of me calm. Over the years, plenty of things happened. I fought in plenty of battles--I think it was the Civil War that I got this bullet scar from--and it's been quite an experience to see America change from what it was then into what it is today. I've learned a lot of what I know about supernatural creatures from my own experience and my own research, and I still find it so fascinating to meet other supernaturals. I've kept myself under the radar, moving all over the US just to see it and explore. I did begin theatre again once that finally kicked off in America and traveled around a lot, doing a lot of community theatre and professional off-Broadway theatre. It was lots of fun. Now, just a few decades ago, I finally managed to become a Lighting Designer for the Shubert Organization in NYC. They know very well about the existence of supernaturals--some of their leaders are supernatural themselves--so they gladly welcomed me into the family. However, I did not wish to live in NYC...so I managed to find a cozy little town called Harper Valley. Now, of course, I'd say it's not all that cozy at all, but certainly a lot more calmer than the big city. All I can say now is that I hope I don't get killed; while I might be immortal, I certainly am not invincible. What? Goodness, no, this immortality is not something I was born with. Werecreatures that are turned instead of born do not inherit immortality. However, if they were to mate with a vampire, that werecreature would gain immortality from their partner. Which is the only reason I'm still alive. My most recent relationship was with a vampire, too, which lasted quite a few years, but...she ended up moving to Las Vegas, so we broke it off just a year ago. I'll probably begin aging soon one of these days. I just hope I'll be ready for that.

[Ishy]

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