[Arif Marilan]

What has come over me
What madness taken hold of my heart

player name/alias» Cody Grey
age» 16
contact info» Cody_Grey102@hotmail.com
other characters» N/A

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The source of my recovery
Sweet shadow taking hold of the light

full name» Arif Marilan
nickname/alias» Scruffy
birthdate» December 16, 1898
age» 111
occupation» Musician
sexuality» Straight

race» Werewolf
species» Timber Wolf
affiliation» Knight pack
position» N/A
born/converted» Born as a werewolf on December 16, 1898

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For saving me from all they’ve taken
Letting my armor fall again

likes»
-Spicy foods
-Classical music
-Beautiful women
-Alcohol
-Dogs
-Architecture
-Weaponry
-Nature
-Nice clothes
-Hygiene

dislikes»
-Bland foods
-Hip hop
-That fact that it's impossible to find a 'lady' nowadays
-Politics
-Television
-Dirty people
-Modern warfare
-'American' food
-Dishonesty
-Hospitals

fears»
-Genital mutilation
-Arachnids
-Going deaf

habits»
Being too serious about music
-Drinking
-Staring
-Over-thinking

psychological description»
Arif enjoys the simple things in life, such as good food, women, cleanliness, architecture, and things of the like. Possessing a very high IQ and a mind like a sponge, he can learn to do anything he wants to do in a shorter amount of time than most people, though he does seem to have the qualities of an insane person at times from over-thinking things in his own mind. One thought will lead to another, and soon he'll be plotting murder, though he'll soon talk himself out of it. Other than this, he's very sociable and generally easy to talk to.

Arif is a very kind hearted individual, and would give up the clothes on his back if someone were in trouble. This is biased at times, though, as many times that 'someone' will have to be a beautiful woman. He's very open and aims to please. Other peoples' happiness is never a bad thing.

It can also be said that Arif is incredibly short tempered, and can often show significant signs of multiple personality disorder. One moment he could be flirting with a woman in a bar, and a few hours later be talking to another woman with absolutely no recollection of the previous one. He'll also become extremely obsessive with his bass playing, often playing and singing for hours at a time without getting bored.

On a separate note, Arif has his own personal honor code. He refuses charity in every shape or form. Everything must be earned. Because of this, he is almost always broke, only saving money for objects that help him pursue his addictions, alcohol and music.

skills/abilities»
Arif is a musician of many sorts. He mainly plays the five string bass guitar, often carrying an acoustic bass around strapped to his back. Well versed in music theory, he can also play the drums (set), cello, and guitar. No one's ever complained about his singing voice, either. He also took classes and read books on swordplay. His style is mix of traditional Japanese and Middle-Eastern techniques.

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This self discovery
Redemption taking hold of my mind

play-by» Arif Mirabdolbaghi
picture»

physical description»
His facial features are mostly hidden by a dark, hick beard, which has earned him the nickname Scruffy. His nose isn't pointy, but not round, and average in size, very Middle Eastern. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown, almost soft and dog-like in appearance. He is after all, a wolf. His head is topped with long, curly hair, another testament to his Middle Eastern heritage.

Standing at a whole five foot eleven inches, Arif is an average height. He spends a good bit of time keeping himself physically fit, and his body shows it. His dark skin perfectly accents his cut and defined abdominal muscles, along with his more than sufficient biceps.

transformation description»



Arif nearly doubles in size when he transforms, being rather large even for a werewolf. A perfect picture of hygiene, his teeth and claws are perfectly white and trim. Far from one of the thin, lanky werewolves, Arif remains bulky with strength to match.

Keeping true to his nickname, his fur is long and messy in this form, though it would be nearly impossible to tell if he still had the beard. His ears come to a point, like most wolves.

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Dark maiden take ahold of my hand
Lead me away from hibernation

family» Orphaned.

homeland» Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
history» Born to a man and a woman of Middle Eastern descent, Arif was orphaned at a very young age because of the persecution put upon his parents either due to their race or possibly the fact that they were werewolves. He didn't live in the orphanage long, and ran away when he was very young.

The gene for his transformation kicked in when he was 5 years old when he was sleeping in an alleyway. He'd heard stories of werewolves before, but it took him a few transformations to figure out what he was. He was initially scared of what people would think about him, but later accepted it as part of life. Nevertheless, he hid it from mortal eyes. Eventually, he even grew to think this made him superior to humans.

For years he wandered from city to city, begging for food and spending much of his time at local libraries. His favorite study was, of course, music theory. Eventually he found himself hanging around music stores in places he traveled to, collecting tips from bystanders. With the tips he bought food, and eventually his own bass.

The years 1951-1983 were spent playing improvisation at clubs and open-mic nights, where he'd make good money in tips to buy clothes and the ability to make it in the 'hobo' lifestyle. Pursuing women didn't do much to quell his desire for more in life, but alcohol was never a huge letdown. Much of the 80's were spent getting kicked out of clubs for throwing drunken fits in the middle of his playing.

Not much affected him more in life than the massive changes in the styles of music. It seemed as is one day the only way to hear music was to go and listen someone play piano, and the next he had a small electronic device with all of his favorite songs on it. He always found himself stuck to one specific genre at any time. He listened to piano concertos in the early 1900's, The Who in the 60's, old school funk (Pleasure, Slave, Sly and the Family Stone) in the 70's, Journey, Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Aerosmith in the 80's. From then on it was a mix of all the previous genres and bands, though he did become interested in 'hardcore' bands like Protest The Hero, UnderOath, Norma Jean, and others in the 2000's. One particular bassist who influenced him was Jaco Pastorius. He was a jazz bassist with incredible technical skill, and inspired Arif to start playing more jazz. By the time the 90's rolled around, Arif was unbeatable in terms of technical skill on bass. Having a lifetime of free time will do that to you.

He'd managed to keep his wolf form hidden for many years, living in the forests when the time of the full moon came about. One night, though, he neglected his calendar, and a transformation occurred in the middle of a bar. Conveniently enough, a few members of the Knight pack were there to apprehend the situation, and he's been a member ever since.

After The Pack>>
-Earns money from Tobias by carrying out various jobs
-Never murdered anyone (that he remembers) until he joined the Knight Pack
-Is on reserve as an assassin under that pack's command
-Deeply loathed Tobias Knight at first, but has grown to trust him
-Extremely annoyed by Lily's boyish behavior
-Stays at various people's houses in Blackstone until Tobias buys him one
-Still gets around on foot
-Entertains the other wolves with him music
-Has an extremely secret attraction to Krista
-Distrusts Aurel for some reason

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Stare into the night
Power beyond containing

other»
-Oddly seductive
-Quick to seek vengeance.
-Has read about the effects of alcohol, but has never truly experienced it, being a werewolf. Because he doesn't know he can't get drunk his overly absorbent mind automatically takes him to what effects the books show.

custom member title»
Prodigious Musician

rp sample»
Arif's hand gripped tightly at the back of an empty wooden chair, the only thing keeping him stable at the time. A product of his drink tickets, you could smell the whiskey on his breath from quite a distance away as he pushed off of the chair, walking awkwardly, sluggishly across the room. You could hear his boots clunking against the wooden stairs that went up to the stage as he ascended, getting ready for his show. His left hand now rested against a neck of fine, oil finished flamed maple, which was attached to a body of the same wood. The finish was a black cherry color, making it look almost as if the bass guitar was constructed from fruit punch. Arif began to feel less and less naked as he picked the instrument up farther from its stand, finally achieving complete relief as the leather strap rested on his shoulder. The bass was heavy, and would horribly strain the shoulder of any mortal. Luckily enough, Arif wasn't mortal. This became near evident as his fingers began to glide across five shiny new strings, looking to be completely at home on the lacquered rosewood fingerboard. His right hand's fingers were busy plucking away at chords, playing renditions of the works of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Chopin, and Tchaikovsky. He finished up, his finger nails raking across the strings, striking a chord. The audience was thrilled, and Arif was drunk. What came out as cheers and praise and admiration from the audience, Arif saw as jeers and mockery. Leaning into the microphone, his voice was amplified as a 'fuck you' left his lips and resonated throughout the rest of the bar. Needless to say the clapping ceased as bouncers surrounded Arif, still was his instrument on. Normally men of such a large size would be no match for him and his unnatural strength, but his strength was hidden under drunkenness. Throwing a punch at a large man in a white beater would be a huge mistake for Arif as he was rushed, picked up easily and carried to the door. As a testament to Arif's strength, the bouncer he hit wasn't among the group tossing him out. Once at the door, one of the bouncers left the group, opening the door as Arif was thrown out into the street, landing with a thud and an 'umph'. He was fine, except for some minor scratches. Turning onto his back, he looked to his bass. Gritting his teeth he saw the damage. The beautiful cherry finish was gashed heavily, showing the fine maple underneath. "Bastards.." He mumbled, standing to his feet. As he began to walk down the sidewalk, he was brought to a halt, is if an unseen force prevented him from moving forward. Looking behind him, he saw a cable, still plugged into his bass. This is where he plotted revenge. If it was still plugged in to the bass, it was still in the PA system. With a grin he gave warning, turning the volume knob and running through a few scales. Sure enough, he heard himself being amplified in the club. Now, pulling on the cable with all of his might, he heard an expensive soundboard crashing violently against the ground, the sound almost indistinguishable from a small explosion. With a grin, Arif unplugged the cable from his bass, walking away satisfied.

This post has been edited by Arif Marilan on Sep 29 2009, 02:52 PM

[Chelsea]

Thank you and welcome to Luna de Sangre!
Thanks for being so patient!