Trust me he isn't as arrogant and nerdy as he looks  

 

Name: Soren Torquil

Nicknames: Renny, Potter, four-eyes (he doesn't like any of them aha,,)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Skin-walker

Occupation: Highschool student 

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 126 lbs. 

Personality: [ Magnanimous ] [ Versatile ] [ Restrained] [ Odd ] [ Irascible ] 

Likes: Winter, log cabins, coffee, tea, the sound and smell of rain, being complemented, old fairy tales, sleeping, climbing trees. 

Dislikes: Wildfires, snowball fights, loud noises, responsibilities, waking up early, mosquitoes, country music, monopoly. 

Talents: 

Mimicking sounds | Due to him being a skin-walker, Soren can easily imitate a wide range of sounds, including other people's voices. He usually uses it to his advantage, whether it be bad or good. 

Crashing cars | Don't ever let Soren near a car. Once he touches the steering wheel, it's too late. 

Fears: 

Skill Sets: 

Strength 2/5

Speed 2/5

Defense 3/5

Dexterity 5/5

Intelligence 4/5

Charisma 1/5

Weapons & Abilities: 

"In some Native American legends, a skin-walker is a person with the supernatural ability to turn into any animal he or she desires. To be able to transform, legend sometimes requires that the skin-walker wears a pelt of the animal. In most cases, this pelt is not used in modern times because it is an obvious sign of them being skin-walkers...They also possess the ability to make any human or animal noise they choose. A skinwalker may use the voice of a relative or the cry of an infant to lure victims out of the safety of their homes; the skin walkers cannot enter a home without invitation." [x]

In his house, Soren has a pocket book he made many years ago full of different types of pelts or feathers. He will usually carry it in his pocket and use them to activate his powers when he needs to. He'll rarely transform since he's basically blind without his glasses and it destroys his clothing during the transformation.. His abilities are determined in the type of animal he picks. 

Pelts collected: [ Gray Wolf ][ Brown bear ][ Puma ][ Barn Owl ] ..more to come! 

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Lover: N/A

Crushes: N/A

Interests: [ Light-colored hair ] [ Animated ] [ Warm ] [ Cuddly ] [ Smooth-talker ] 

Dislikes: [ Obnoxious ] [ Needy ] [ Clingy ] [ Extremely talkative ] [ Seductive ] 

Experiences: None 

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Parents: Wendy Torquil & Bjorn Torquil

Siblings: N/A

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  mixed emotions

Respect

Dislike

Fear

Acquaintance  

Friend

Good friend

Best friend

Crush

Lover

Discomfort

Despise

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• Soren has a pet canary that sometimes follows him around.

• He's quite the insomniac, so he's easily grumpy most of them time. With proper sleep or caffeine, he's more pleasant. 

►Roleplay Sample

 

Example From Two-Moons-Following

The living was more fascinating than the dead. He could sleep soundly again, for one. Oh, and how the young apprentice missed it. He took all the time he could possibly spare into his little den, one of the only places he knew he would be safe in. If he wasn't assigned to do anything, he would be sleeping instead of goofing off with the other apprentices. It left him with an antisocial stand with other cats, but he didn't really mind to much. He was never one to socialize with such a sour attitude most of the time. 

He was like a ebony stone in his nest. His breathing rhythmic and quiet. Almost in a peaceful state. No dreams ever came to him in the night. It was just comforting blackness all around him. He never got bored of the darkness the night brought. If it was anything, it was inviting. 

His ears twitched to the harsh sound of a familiar voice. No, not yet. I still want to sleep. Just a bit more, please? I'm not ready for the bright morning yet. Against his young and naïve will, the apprentice opened his striking blue and yellow eyes. He gave it a few testy blinks before realizing who was in front of him. Rosepaw's whiskers wiggled slowly in response.