Name: Gaspereaux Laeon Clämintine
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Appearance: A silken, midnight black mane adorns his crown, tumbling down in a careless manner. It's frequently trimmed short to dissuade the unruly locks from falling into his startlingly feral-looking icy-grey eyes. He won't let his hair feather across his neck and ears, no further. But, it's decent length, thinning upward in a thick faux most of the time, unless it has been wetted. Beneath it, lie strong and supple features, portraying an almost domineering presence; captivating a mysterious aura. His skin had been slightly tanned from many years spent under the sun, only adding to the tone and obvious ripples of muscle beneath smooth flesh, but even under the sun-kissed rays, he still gives off that white glow. Despite his slenderness, he has a very athletically fit body. This seems to be the regular for most of the werewolf men, but he has honed his for the sole purpose of being able to perform to the best of his abilities. Lithe shoulders are slightly broadened to give off a sense of adulthood, and his squared jawline is masculine and demanding as it forms a strong but somewhat pointed chin. There is nothing so agonizing to the fine skin of vanity as the application of a rough truth. Gasper might've heard someone say that once, but he needn't hear it. Vanity and pride were two different things. Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man. He need not worry himself with such fallible sentiments. He wasn't a human; busying himself with powders, rosy cheeks and and hidden veils. He wouldn't age or change for a long time to come, and he wasn't particularly interested in his countenance, anyhow. Gasper appreciates beauty, but does not see himself as anything other than homely. Large, graceful steps exude an elegant patience of a rather tall man whose feelings are bound down like tightly-wound coils.
Personality: Gasper is a calm person. His father was narcissistic, arrogant, and had the shortest temper known to man, so no one in the household was ever allowed to say much. No matter what it was, they were in the wrong, and he was right, so he quickly learned to keep his mouth shut around him. Since Gasper is so reserved and disciplined, he is also very observant, always keying in on little details. His normal peers never bother to approach him, let alone speak to him, so he has had all the time in the world to sit back and watch people. Reading someone's body language and the fluctuations in the tone of their voice has practically become second nature to him, and even though he may seems as if he's just not aware and daydreaming, he is always constantly aware of everything that is going on around him. It is nearly impossible to catch Gasper by surprise as he is so in tune with his surroundings. When it comes to interacting with people he is not very well acquainted with, he can be highly skeptical of them but gives them a chance anyway. Naturally, his first impression of a person is that they are probably scum, in one way or another. In this world, people are greedy, and each and every one of them carries a number of sins on their shoulders. Gasper rarely opens up to people, and it takes a lot of effort on their part to earn his trust. It's a very fragile thing, trust. Something that can be broken in one single instant, and it can never be repaired. That is why he doesn't just go about handing it out to just anyone. He must be sure that they won't abuse it. It's because of this cynicism that Gasper has such difficulty building relationships with others. His friend count is very low, and his love life is pretty much non-existant. But, this is by choice. He is a humble man, with a bright personality hidden beneath that strong outer shell of his. He can sometimes be very demanding and critical, because he has such strongly held beliefs, and is likely to express himself without reserve if he feels someone isn't meeting their standards. But at least his expressions can be taken at face-value, because he is extremely straight-forward and honest half the time.
Powers/Abilities: Due to him having the blood of a werewolf, the only thing different is that his strength his heightened as well as his body heat. Due to his hair being short, it's equivalent to how short of the fur he has once in wolf form. The fur is the same color as his hair, as well as his eyes being the same too. A silver scar is located across his right eye from his past battles, but is only seen once in form. He has two sizes he can transform into, the size of typical wolf, or the monstrous size of six to seven feet tall. None other than these body modifications, he can sense emotions of others and read minds.
Teaches: Power Control/Training
Room #: 5
Other: -
