Player Name: Will

AIM Contact: Drakkenreich

Character Name: Rayne Storm

Date & Place of Birth: 14 December 1989, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Character Type: Lukoi

Character Occupation & Skills: Student at Florida Atlantic University, Major in Paranormal Studies/Minor in Archaeology. Knows more about the occult than many preternaturals (though he'll soon be counted among their ranks). Specializes in Werewolves and Vampires, as they are the ones with most historical documentation. Also has a little technological/mechanical skill. Cannot single-handedly rebuild a truck engine, but he could give it a tuneup. Just don't leave him in a room alone with your computer.

Also is now the owner of two homes, one a full estate manor that is still being repaired from the hurricane just outside New Orleans that previously belonged to his aunt, the other a huge penthouse condo in Fort Lauderdale, FL that previously belonged to his parents; along with a rather significant inheritance.

Abilities: Will be pretty standard for lycanthropes; increased healing factor, speed, strength, senses. I am thinking about a slight genetic mutation in him that causes him to shift the entire week of the full moon -- two days on either side -- rather than just the full moon. Will likely be expanding this into -- eventually, far down the road -- at-will shifting.

Appearance: Rayne is a young and rogueishly handsome man, made of alternating sharp angles and smooth curves. Dark blue eyes that nearly glow with passion and intensity peer out above fine cheekbones, a sharp nose, and full lips that are usually either being chewed on or pulled up in a rakish smile. Long, dextrous fingers that should be tinkling on ivory keys, instead are often pounding on plastic ones. Atop his head sits a short crop of dark brown hair that looks black when wet and always looks windblown, no matter if he's seen the outside world or not. Most often dresses in various shades of dark, in a manner that can evoke either elegance or an air of the macabre depending on his mood that day. Standing just over 6' tall, his stride is long and purposeful, each step taken bearing the weight of his intent. His build is trim and athletic, though like any normal person he is not without his soft spots.

As a wolf, he is a very large black wolf. Not the largest, but much larger than average. Has white on the underside of his belly and his chin.

Personality & History: Johnathan and Rebecca Storm had an absolutely lovely sense of humor, naming their only son something that would get him ragged on all the days of his life, and not just in school. However, they more than made up for it with the love, encouragement, and freedom they lavished upon Rayne. Though many parents try to force what one could only call a geek out of his fanciful world of what is, what could be and what was, they encouraged him to pursue that which interested him, bought him any book he so much as hinted at wanting, even held their nose in stoic silence as he turned their attic into some strange potion laboratory. By the age of 10 his parents themselves knew the basics of vampires, lycanthropes, ghosts, banshees, ghouls, revenants, and witches. They had to just to have a conversation with the boy.

When Rayne was 14, his father died of a heart attack, a result of years of the average American diet combined with his high-stress career in public relations. Both mother and son were devasted, their happy, almost picturesque life suddenly possessing a violent red streak of reality. In spite of this, Rayne was lucky his father was smart. As much as they spent whatever it cost to make them comfortable, Johnathan was not overly frivolous with the rather pretty salary he made. Through smart savings and even smarter investments, Rayne's tuition to any college he chose to go to was covered and there was enough money socked away that the two he left behind would not want for anything in life.

It was not long before Rayne began venturing up into his lab again, passion and zeal renewed and even increased. He had a new question he felt he must have the answer to. What happens to people when they die? It was just another one to add to his growing list of inquiries.

He started college after high school as expected, attending Florida Atlantic University and also as expected majoring in Paranormal Studies. Whatever job his degree would get him, he'd never make the money his father made. But then, he'd not die of a heart attack at 40, either. College actually chafed him a little, many of his professors teaching the classes he took as if the paranormal beings they studied were at best animals to be tagged, bagged, and caged for study and at worst, a pest to be eradicated. Preternaturals -- namely vampires and lycanthropes -- were people, too, deserving of the same treatment as any other human being. There was one Professor, Jeremiah Braithwaite, who seemed to share his view, and Rayne found himself often speaking with him at length about the matter.

Then Hurricane Katrina happened, a storm that fell like a blacksmith's hammer, wreaking havoc across the south. Rebecca's sister, his aunt, was a resident of New Orleans, and though she evacuated, she returned to a home in shambles, and only herself to take care of it. They flew out to Louisiana as soon as they could, Rebecca not content to let her last living relative languish in solitude, trying to clean up a home that was uncleanable to a single pair of hands. Rayne actually welcomed the chance for a little physical labor and fresh air. He'd been restless as of late, feeling almost as if he'd spent his whole life inside a book and there were bigger things going on around him without his notice.

On the third night of their stay, Rayne, sent to the store for drinks and dinner returned to his aunt's house to find the door open, which wasn't too surprising as they were attempting to air the house out. It was the dead silence that greeted him that unnerved him. As he rounded the corner from the foyer into the sitting room, eyes drifting to the enormous red pool on the floor that was quickly spreading, he was suddenly impacted, thrown hard back against the far wall. Pain, white and hot lanced through his arm and he could feel a hot trickle down his chest. Shaking the fuzz from his brain, he opened his eyes on another pair, feral and animalistic. Before his brain could register what was happening, there was pain again, and then nothing.

There was police interrogation, but lucky for him the police were too busy to do anything about what was only a possible lycanthrope attack -- Rayne's injuries were minimal and apparently already healed. And since the hurricane the NOPD had been under more stress than they knew what to do with. But he knew. HE KNEW. The fact that the wounds he was sure were inflicted upon him were now non-existent was proof enough for him. And though he wanted to grieve for his mother, the shock was still too strong. And come the full moon he'd have all the field data he'd ever need.