Post by nileki on Sept 19, 2009 21:32:54 GMT -5
( HURITT CHAVIS RIVERS )
"Do ghosts make the man, or does the man make the ghosts?"
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Huritt Chavis Rivers
NICKNAME(S): Chevy
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
I LIKE: Females
SPECIES: Werewolf
SPECIAL POWER: None.
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Long hair, pierced ears, large radial tribal tattoo on his upper back.
PLAY BY: Rick Mora
The Personality
LIKES: Video games, Hard rock, Sketching, Riding horses, playing in La Push's small garage band, archery, hunting, running around the Washington area.
DISLIKES: His job, snobs, his rapidly growing (and often confusing) powers, his father and step-mother, being in Forks, vampires, the Cullens.
STRENGTHS: Very "book smart", loyal, compassionate, humorous, stubborn, willing to take risks.
WEAKNESSES: Quick to anger, holds grudges, does not forgive easily, tends to curse, rebellious nature tends to get him into a lot of trouble, shy, and can be quite the doormat.
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
Rivers has a rather introverted type of personality. He doesn't stray very far from his day-to-day routines since he finds comfort in them. He finds being around people to be draining, preferring to spend a day or two alone. Huritt tends to be soft-spoken, if he speaks at all. This is especially true if it's someone new, or intimidated by. If placed in a room of people, he usually takes a spot at the back with his back to the wall, watching how the group interacts before he jumps in. It is only after he is comfortable with the atmosphere that he will slowly get involved.
If Huritt takes a liking to someone, or they managed to be tenacious enough to break though his various defenses, they are rewarded with a side of the young man most people don't see. Dry humor, a warm nature, and a strong loyalty are a few of the things that jump out at them. Just underneath is a person who craves approval and acceptance. Those are two of the most powerful things that drive Huritt. The other two are his rage and inability to accept defeat.
The anger and refusal to give something up are two things that his parents' divorce helped create. The other is a bit of an inferiority complex. He usually has the mindset that he does not meet anyone's approval. This is evident in his regard to his own artwork. Huritt usually expects people to "shred" his artwork and is often surprised when someone is astonished by the talent revealed there.
While he has a temper and strong will, the softer sides of his introvert personality make him into a doormat. The only problem with this is Rivers will take abusive behavior, bottling it until it explodes at the wrong person or a minor offense. And like any artist, he feeds on the moods of those around him. He can come home in a wonderful mood, but if the people there are angry, it is likely that Huritt will slowly develop that agitation himself.
He fights boughts of depression as often as he tries to take comfort in his victories. The fact that he views himself as an outsider doesn't help matters. Every now and then Rivers will miss a day of work due to this.
This young man does not forgive very easily. A well known fact of this is his refusal to even talk to his father, or acknowledge his step-mother. His trust is equally hard to gain, rather difficult to lose, but can never be regained once it's lost. No matter how hard either party works to get it back to the level it was, it will never be the same. There will be an edge of wariness that was not there before.
Huritt regards the world with caution, rarely taking risks. He is mentally tough enough to know when those risks will pay off and is not easily swayed to someone's point of view. He is incredibly stubborn, willing to brave someone's anger dispite losing the acceptance that he craves so badly.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: December 3, 1988
PLACE OF BIRTH: Nashville, TN
CURRENT HOME: La Push
PARENTS: Hoken Rivers - Father, Christina Rivers - Mother (divorced/deceased), Wanda Rivers - Step-mother
SIBLINGS: Michael Rivers - Step-brother
IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Great-uncle Hurst Rivers
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: None
PETS: Krish - Male housecat. Has a tendency to shred Huritt's furniture and curtains. Also rides in whatever vehicle Rivers happens to drive.
FULL LENGTH HISTORY:
Huritt Rivers was born in Nashville Tennesee on December 3, 1988. His parents, Hoken and Christina Rivers were not married at the time. The two were as different as night and day: Hoken was the eldest son of a Quileute native and spent his time working in the paper mills, Christina was an upper-middle class girl going to Forks High. The two met at a small Halloween party in 1984 on the La Push Reservation. She was a junior at Forks, while Hoken was graduating that May. They dated even after he graduated, both parties dealing with heavy pressure from both sets of parents to break it off. When Christina graduated in 1985, she eloped with Hoken to Arkansas.
They did their best to make ends meet, living together for three years before Huritt arrived. They had been in Nashville for barely five months when Christina discovered she was pregnant. She tried to get Hoken to marry her before the baby was born, but he persuaded her to wait until after the birth. They argued about this almost daily. Finally Hoken caved in October of 1989, almost a year after Huritt was born. The strain of the two parents' arguments would later prove to be the couple's downfall.
Even though the child was half Native American, Christina and Hoken decided to give him a Native name anyway. Huritt, or "handsome", became the boy's name. As he grew older, the only hint of his Caucasian heritage was his blue eyes, something that surprised both parents since the law of genetics usually had brown dominating lighter colors such as blue or gray. He was a lively child, notorious for taking anything apart just to see what the parts looked like. Once Huritt discovered that he could climb trees, he was falling out of them almost every other day. The only thing that shadowed his otherwise happy childhood was the frustration brewing beneath the surface of his parent's relationship.
He skipped kindergarten and went on to the first grade, easily shining though he started school late. Huritt stayed in Nashville's public school system until the second grade. His parents were not happy with the influences their child was coming into contact with, so they moved further south into Georgia and placed him in a private school. There Huritt stayed, often in trouble, but managed to keep high grades. Hoken and Christina finally placed him back into the public school system in the seventh grade, surprised when the young boy began to bring home straight A's and stayed out of fights.
In 2000, Huritt's parents began a savage divorce. His grades suffered and he began to withdraw from social circles and spend much more time alone. For a time, he even stopped drawing. There were accusations of adultery on both sides and frequent physical assaults. Christina's uncle came from Forks to take Huritt to a relative in Arkansas. Before the papers were even signed, Hoken showed up with Wanda as his new girlfriend. Huritt took this badly and was sent to mental hospital in Memphis.
He stayed there for nine months.
After his release, the boy went to live with his mother in Georgia. Huritt's father never had anything to do with the boy after the spring of 2001. Christina died in a suspected suicide in the fall of 2007. Rivers dropped out a month later, received his GED and moved to La Push to rent a room from his great-uncle.
He started working for the local logging company as a truck driver.
He wasn't in La Push for a month before his body started changing, a sign of the dormant werewolf gene that some male Quileute carry. Huritt had no idea what was happening since his father, or his grandparents, had ever shown signs of being werewolves themselves. Rivers had not been in La Push or Forks when everything between the Cullens, the La Push wolfpack, and the Volturi went down. He is a newcomer, and an unwelcome outsider.
Because of this, no one told Huritt what to expect. Not even the La Push elders since they viewed the boy as something of a mongrel and a scavenger. He still hasn't shifted, but his body has been on the brink. The fact that he has grown so much surprised Huritt, but there was something about how everyone in the village began to regard him told him something was very wrong. Quil's gang began to pester him, so Huritt started spending far more time at the logging site than at home.
However, Rivers' tactic of avoidance didn't help him escape shifting for the first time. As a matter of fact, he was on the job late one night when a heavy wrench fell on his knee cap. Temper already hot, the all-too-familiar hot wrenching feeling tore through his body, refusing to stop. The fact that he started freaking out did not help.
For a few moments, all Huritt managed to be was a ball of fury, ripping through the shop like a whirlwind. He went on to rampage down through the woods. Eventually he came to his senses and returned to La Push. He shifted again when his truck broke down right on the outskirts, clawing at the iron tool box in rage. Sam happened by and shifted himself, trying to get the younger werewolf to calm down. It was a very big shock when the Alpha shifted and spoke to Huritt in his mind.
Rivers tried to fit into his new pack without much trouble, but he tended to be the clumsier of the group. Always tearing up clothing, especially when he tried to play video games. He hasn't been on any patrols since he is so new, especially if they bump into any vampires or scent trails of one. It is quite likely Huritt would go after it, rules be damned.
He still trips over his paws so to speak, often finding himself on everyone's wrong side. This does not help his temper or his self-esteem. Rivers does manage to avoid the Alpha's wrath, but every so often his ignorance makes everyone want to slap their foreheads.
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: Nileki
AGE: 20
HOW YOU FOUND US: Andrea dragged me here kicking and screaming, lol.
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: Aside from the fact that I have a very chaotic mindset, I barely fit into the category defined as "normal".
SAMPLE POST:
"Do ghosts make the man, or does the man make the ghosts?"
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Huritt Chavis Rivers
NICKNAME(S): Chevy
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
I LIKE: Females
SPECIES: Werewolf
SPECIAL POWER: None.
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Long hair, pierced ears, large radial tribal tattoo on his upper back.
PLAY BY: Rick Mora
The Personality
LIKES: Video games, Hard rock, Sketching, Riding horses, playing in La Push's small garage band, archery, hunting, running around the Washington area.
DISLIKES: His job, snobs, his rapidly growing (and often confusing) powers, his father and step-mother, being in Forks, vampires, the Cullens.
STRENGTHS: Very "book smart", loyal, compassionate, humorous, stubborn, willing to take risks.
WEAKNESSES: Quick to anger, holds grudges, does not forgive easily, tends to curse, rebellious nature tends to get him into a lot of trouble, shy, and can be quite the doormat.
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
Rivers has a rather introverted type of personality. He doesn't stray very far from his day-to-day routines since he finds comfort in them. He finds being around people to be draining, preferring to spend a day or two alone. Huritt tends to be soft-spoken, if he speaks at all. This is especially true if it's someone new, or intimidated by. If placed in a room of people, he usually takes a spot at the back with his back to the wall, watching how the group interacts before he jumps in. It is only after he is comfortable with the atmosphere that he will slowly get involved.
If Huritt takes a liking to someone, or they managed to be tenacious enough to break though his various defenses, they are rewarded with a side of the young man most people don't see. Dry humor, a warm nature, and a strong loyalty are a few of the things that jump out at them. Just underneath is a person who craves approval and acceptance. Those are two of the most powerful things that drive Huritt. The other two are his rage and inability to accept defeat.
The anger and refusal to give something up are two things that his parents' divorce helped create. The other is a bit of an inferiority complex. He usually has the mindset that he does not meet anyone's approval. This is evident in his regard to his own artwork. Huritt usually expects people to "shred" his artwork and is often surprised when someone is astonished by the talent revealed there.
While he has a temper and strong will, the softer sides of his introvert personality make him into a doormat. The only problem with this is Rivers will take abusive behavior, bottling it until it explodes at the wrong person or a minor offense. And like any artist, he feeds on the moods of those around him. He can come home in a wonderful mood, but if the people there are angry, it is likely that Huritt will slowly develop that agitation himself.
He fights boughts of depression as often as he tries to take comfort in his victories. The fact that he views himself as an outsider doesn't help matters. Every now and then Rivers will miss a day of work due to this.
This young man does not forgive very easily. A well known fact of this is his refusal to even talk to his father, or acknowledge his step-mother. His trust is equally hard to gain, rather difficult to lose, but can never be regained once it's lost. No matter how hard either party works to get it back to the level it was, it will never be the same. There will be an edge of wariness that was not there before.
Huritt regards the world with caution, rarely taking risks. He is mentally tough enough to know when those risks will pay off and is not easily swayed to someone's point of view. He is incredibly stubborn, willing to brave someone's anger dispite losing the acceptance that he craves so badly.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: December 3, 1988
PLACE OF BIRTH: Nashville, TN
CURRENT HOME: La Push
PARENTS: Hoken Rivers - Father, Christina Rivers - Mother (divorced/deceased), Wanda Rivers - Step-mother
SIBLINGS: Michael Rivers - Step-brother
IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Great-uncle Hurst Rivers
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: None
PETS: Krish - Male housecat. Has a tendency to shred Huritt's furniture and curtains. Also rides in whatever vehicle Rivers happens to drive.
FULL LENGTH HISTORY:
Huritt Rivers was born in Nashville Tennesee on December 3, 1988. His parents, Hoken and Christina Rivers were not married at the time. The two were as different as night and day: Hoken was the eldest son of a Quileute native and spent his time working in the paper mills, Christina was an upper-middle class girl going to Forks High. The two met at a small Halloween party in 1984 on the La Push Reservation. She was a junior at Forks, while Hoken was graduating that May. They dated even after he graduated, both parties dealing with heavy pressure from both sets of parents to break it off. When Christina graduated in 1985, she eloped with Hoken to Arkansas.
They did their best to make ends meet, living together for three years before Huritt arrived. They had been in Nashville for barely five months when Christina discovered she was pregnant. She tried to get Hoken to marry her before the baby was born, but he persuaded her to wait until after the birth. They argued about this almost daily. Finally Hoken caved in October of 1989, almost a year after Huritt was born. The strain of the two parents' arguments would later prove to be the couple's downfall.
Even though the child was half Native American, Christina and Hoken decided to give him a Native name anyway. Huritt, or "handsome", became the boy's name. As he grew older, the only hint of his Caucasian heritage was his blue eyes, something that surprised both parents since the law of genetics usually had brown dominating lighter colors such as blue or gray. He was a lively child, notorious for taking anything apart just to see what the parts looked like. Once Huritt discovered that he could climb trees, he was falling out of them almost every other day. The only thing that shadowed his otherwise happy childhood was the frustration brewing beneath the surface of his parent's relationship.
He skipped kindergarten and went on to the first grade, easily shining though he started school late. Huritt stayed in Nashville's public school system until the second grade. His parents were not happy with the influences their child was coming into contact with, so they moved further south into Georgia and placed him in a private school. There Huritt stayed, often in trouble, but managed to keep high grades. Hoken and Christina finally placed him back into the public school system in the seventh grade, surprised when the young boy began to bring home straight A's and stayed out of fights.
In 2000, Huritt's parents began a savage divorce. His grades suffered and he began to withdraw from social circles and spend much more time alone. For a time, he even stopped drawing. There were accusations of adultery on both sides and frequent physical assaults. Christina's uncle came from Forks to take Huritt to a relative in Arkansas. Before the papers were even signed, Hoken showed up with Wanda as his new girlfriend. Huritt took this badly and was sent to mental hospital in Memphis.
He stayed there for nine months.
After his release, the boy went to live with his mother in Georgia. Huritt's father never had anything to do with the boy after the spring of 2001. Christina died in a suspected suicide in the fall of 2007. Rivers dropped out a month later, received his GED and moved to La Push to rent a room from his great-uncle.
He started working for the local logging company as a truck driver.
He wasn't in La Push for a month before his body started changing, a sign of the dormant werewolf gene that some male Quileute carry. Huritt had no idea what was happening since his father, or his grandparents, had ever shown signs of being werewolves themselves. Rivers had not been in La Push or Forks when everything between the Cullens, the La Push wolfpack, and the Volturi went down. He is a newcomer, and an unwelcome outsider.
Because of this, no one told Huritt what to expect. Not even the La Push elders since they viewed the boy as something of a mongrel and a scavenger. He still hasn't shifted, but his body has been on the brink. The fact that he has grown so much surprised Huritt, but there was something about how everyone in the village began to regard him told him something was very wrong. Quil's gang began to pester him, so Huritt started spending far more time at the logging site than at home.
However, Rivers' tactic of avoidance didn't help him escape shifting for the first time. As a matter of fact, he was on the job late one night when a heavy wrench fell on his knee cap. Temper already hot, the all-too-familiar hot wrenching feeling tore through his body, refusing to stop. The fact that he started freaking out did not help.
For a few moments, all Huritt managed to be was a ball of fury, ripping through the shop like a whirlwind. He went on to rampage down through the woods. Eventually he came to his senses and returned to La Push. He shifted again when his truck broke down right on the outskirts, clawing at the iron tool box in rage. Sam happened by and shifted himself, trying to get the younger werewolf to calm down. It was a very big shock when the Alpha shifted and spoke to Huritt in his mind.
Rivers tried to fit into his new pack without much trouble, but he tended to be the clumsier of the group. Always tearing up clothing, especially when he tried to play video games. He hasn't been on any patrols since he is so new, especially if they bump into any vampires or scent trails of one. It is quite likely Huritt would go after it, rules be damned.
He still trips over his paws so to speak, often finding himself on everyone's wrong side. This does not help his temper or his self-esteem. Rivers does manage to avoid the Alpha's wrath, but every so often his ignorance makes everyone want to slap their foreheads.
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: Nileki
AGE: 20
HOW YOU FOUND US: Andrea dragged me here kicking and screaming, lol.
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: Aside from the fact that I have a very chaotic mindset, I barely fit into the category defined as "normal".
SAMPLE POST:
Huritt's teeth felt like they were going to rattle out of their sockets at as the aging Peterbilt found every possible rut and pothole in the gravel road that led to Forks. Krish obviously agreed with his owner, taking every opportunity to remind the young Native American about his poor choice in jobs. This was usually done by clawing Huritt's leather jacket or caterwauling every time the loaded semi plowed through a hole. Things were only made even worse since the second-hand FM radio kept losing the signal for KCW 93.7, making the already tedious job that much more irritating.
He could have turned on the CB radio that was also bolted into the truck's cab, but listening to either silence or other truckers' mindless chatter really wasn't all that appealing. Besides, the radio would pick up the local rock station once they made it out of the thick trees and onto the main highway that would lead him through Forks. And at the rate they were going down the logging road meant they would be there in less than five minutes.
A faint blur of orange fur in the corner of Huritt's eye caught his attention. A chuckle broke past his lips as his blue eyes discovered that Krish was poking his head out the passenger side window, the animal's large yellow eyes blinking rapidly in the wind. There were times that he thought Krish didn't know that he was a cat, not a dog or human.
Gears ground as Huritt slowed the hulking transport down, checking for oncoming traffic before he turned out. Dust briefly clouded his vision once they came to a complete stop. He almost pulled out when a black Mercedes flashed past, leaving behind a sickly sweet odor that almost made him gag. Krish noticed as well, expressing his distaste in the form of a loud hiss and arched back.
Eyes streaming due to his burning sinuses, Rivers pulled out behind the rapidly disappearing car, blindly fumbling through the gears until he reached a decent speed. The roaring wind helped keep the scent bearable, but his stomach still flipped in nausea.
This wasn't the first time that Huritt had noticed his reaction to various scents. Ever since he'd arrived in Forks a little over six months ago, his entire body had gone through rapid changes.
He'd grown from a 5'2 midget to nearly six feet in less than three months and put on several pounds worth of muscle. His temper was much shorter and he stayed hot nearly all the time. Not to mention the fact that Rivers bench-pressed almost twice that of the local loggers.
As the Peterbilt snarled its way onto the mainstreet of Forks, Huritt's nose wrinkled as the scent nearly tripled in strength.
Traffic was slow with the road being packed with Thanksgiving on the way. He switched lanes and came to a stop next to the black car as they waited for the light to change. Trying to keep his expression neutral, he looked down to notice a pale woman with shoulder-length hair sitting in the passenger seat. Rivers couldn't see the driver's face, but he could make out a white doctor's coat and neatly pressed pants.
Is that Dr. Cullen? He mused, having heard stories about the man's gift at saving lives.
He coughed, fighting his gag impulse. His face grew hot as he saw the woman's heart-shaped face tilt upwards and her strange golden eyes met his gaze. She flashed Huritt a kind smile that showed bright white teeth that a model would have killed for. He forced a grin that was more of a contortion of teeth, mentally begging the light to change. His brown hand dropped to the gearshift as one booted foot moved towards the gas. Krish was letting out a rusty moan from under the passenger seat, far more distressed than his owner.
Green! The red Peterbilt surged forward, thick black smoke spewing from the twin pipes behind the cab. The Mercedes was still sitting at the intersection, patiently waiting to turn. He finally caught site of the driver in the vibrating side mirror of the semi, instantly recognizing the golden hair and pale skin. It had indeed been Dr. Cullen, and Huritt had managed to make quite a fool of himself. He dearly hoped that he wouldn't need to visit the ER any time soon.
He could have turned on the CB radio that was also bolted into the truck's cab, but listening to either silence or other truckers' mindless chatter really wasn't all that appealing. Besides, the radio would pick up the local rock station once they made it out of the thick trees and onto the main highway that would lead him through Forks. And at the rate they were going down the logging road meant they would be there in less than five minutes.
A faint blur of orange fur in the corner of Huritt's eye caught his attention. A chuckle broke past his lips as his blue eyes discovered that Krish was poking his head out the passenger side window, the animal's large yellow eyes blinking rapidly in the wind. There were times that he thought Krish didn't know that he was a cat, not a dog or human.
Gears ground as Huritt slowed the hulking transport down, checking for oncoming traffic before he turned out. Dust briefly clouded his vision once they came to a complete stop. He almost pulled out when a black Mercedes flashed past, leaving behind a sickly sweet odor that almost made him gag. Krish noticed as well, expressing his distaste in the form of a loud hiss and arched back.
Eyes streaming due to his burning sinuses, Rivers pulled out behind the rapidly disappearing car, blindly fumbling through the gears until he reached a decent speed. The roaring wind helped keep the scent bearable, but his stomach still flipped in nausea.
This wasn't the first time that Huritt had noticed his reaction to various scents. Ever since he'd arrived in Forks a little over six months ago, his entire body had gone through rapid changes.
He'd grown from a 5'2 midget to nearly six feet in less than three months and put on several pounds worth of muscle. His temper was much shorter and he stayed hot nearly all the time. Not to mention the fact that Rivers bench-pressed almost twice that of the local loggers.
As the Peterbilt snarled its way onto the mainstreet of Forks, Huritt's nose wrinkled as the scent nearly tripled in strength.
Traffic was slow with the road being packed with Thanksgiving on the way. He switched lanes and came to a stop next to the black car as they waited for the light to change. Trying to keep his expression neutral, he looked down to notice a pale woman with shoulder-length hair sitting in the passenger seat. Rivers couldn't see the driver's face, but he could make out a white doctor's coat and neatly pressed pants.
Is that Dr. Cullen? He mused, having heard stories about the man's gift at saving lives.
He coughed, fighting his gag impulse. His face grew hot as he saw the woman's heart-shaped face tilt upwards and her strange golden eyes met his gaze. She flashed Huritt a kind smile that showed bright white teeth that a model would have killed for. He forced a grin that was more of a contortion of teeth, mentally begging the light to change. His brown hand dropped to the gearshift as one booted foot moved towards the gas. Krish was letting out a rusty moan from under the passenger seat, far more distressed than his owner.
Green! The red Peterbilt surged forward, thick black smoke spewing from the twin pipes behind the cab. The Mercedes was still sitting at the intersection, patiently waiting to turn. He finally caught site of the driver in the vibrating side mirror of the semi, instantly recognizing the golden hair and pale skin. It had indeed been Dr. Cullen, and Huritt had managed to make quite a fool of himself. He dearly hoped that he wouldn't need to visit the ER any time soon.
