Emmanuel, Weretiger
Status: Approved
Mod Notes: None.
Player Name: Liam
Player LJ: Corybantic
Player Email: coincidencehteory[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM/YIM/etc.: coincidencehteory[at]gmail[dot]com
Character Name: Emmanuel “The Black Panther”
Character Type: Were Tiger - Alpha
Abilities: Standard Alpha Shifter powers. Above-standard fighting, as he’s been a professional boxer and mixed-martial artist for many years.
Age: 47
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Tall, very muscular, Shaved or stubble, both facial hair and on his head. Black eyes
PB: Djimon Honsou
Personality: Reasonably gruff exterior, but at the core, a man at peace with himself. He saw his life crumble before his eyes, only to build it back up, better than before. Very dominant, extroverted, as befits an Alpha. Rarely, but occasionally, has bouts of depression brought on by homesickness.
History/Background:
Emmanuel was born in Nigeria to parents who were poor, but able to give send their son to a school recently built by a charity. He showed a talent for athletics very early in life, and after the media storm that surrounded the 1974 Rumble in the Jungle, Emmanuel decided he would become a great boxer, and dove into training, showing a flair in junior bouts that validated his decision. At 17, he quit school to concentrate on boxing full time, gaining the national title in quick time, and hungering for bigger fish. In 1985 he flew, on invitation, to the US, where he began to tour the circuits, winning most, and losing very few of his bouts. Then, in 1990, on a trip back to Nigeria for a ‘home’ bout against a legitimate contender for an international heavyweight title. Emmanuel, or as he was dubbed by boxing promoters, ‘The Black Panther’ controversially won the bout on points, and all was set for his leap into the top echelon of fighters. However after wild celebrations that night, the night of the full moon, Emmanuel went for a stroll along the riverfront, and was set upon by a tiger, which he managed to fight off, but not without losing quite a lot of skin. This was baffling as it was in the middle of a city, in Africa. Upon returning to the US, to a storm of publicity, everything was going well until one month later, in Las Vegas, when he shifted.
Into a white tiger.
It was a terrible scene, in his shifted form, he mauled and killed a security guard at the hotel that his entourage was staying at. Despite supes gaining notoriety in the news, in the lead up to Addison v Clark, the local police never managed to solve the ‘animal attack’, believing it to be an escaped part of one of the acts. Emmanuel himself didn’t know what had happened, only that he had until a were leopard named Marcus LeCras, who claimed to have witnessed the shift, came to him and laid down the law. It was clear that Emmanuel would not be able to fight again, what with blood testing so rigorous. His management cancelled all up-coming fights, and pretty much turned him loose on the streets as soon as he gave them the news. Within a week, it had been leaked to the major papers. Just that he was a shifter, not what he could change into. It was generally assumed that he was indeed, a black panther.
A year later, after Addison v Clarke, and all that followed, he began to try and find a place for himself in this new order. Because of Emmanuel’s high profile, and his higher profile ’out-ing’, as well as that not Niger, nor any of Africa gave supes any rights, it was impossible to return home. He eventually made his way to San Francisco, where he found an underground fighting ring for shifters. He discovered, despite their disparate species and origins, a camaraderie among the fighters that helped all of them control the beast, learning to harness it’s hunger and power. After a couple of years, Emmanuel was the (disputed) title holder, and he put forward the proposal to the other fighters to take their fights mainstream. After a few hiccoughs and bumps in the early months and years, it was soon apparent that the public had a taste for the super-human punishment that could be dished out and taken by these brutes, as long as they were sufficiently distant from them . It became a national success, with even some international interest for the television rights (no, you can’t come into our country, thank you very much). Emmanuel’s WereFighter Championships was a place for displaced shifters. He ran the ship tight, playing alpha to a pack of alphas. There were clashes of wills, and bodies, but he kept them in line. In 2000 he retired from fighting to focus on the business side of the operation, delegating more to the pack of were-tigers that he had gathered into his new entourage.
Eventually he stepped back from the business altogether, finding the constant touring no longer to his liking. He settled back to the closest place he had to a home, San Francisco. While he was still the nominal head of the WereFighter organization, he only made very select appearances, even the occasional time in the ring, usually for a grudge match against a classic foe. While he can still hold his own in a fight against most weres, the professionals were starting to be just a split second quicker, and it didn’t do to have the boss go down in too many fights.
Continuing to blaze a trail for supes, he has opened a gym in the Haight, catering to supes only. For the preternatural exhibitionists and the human voyeurs, there is a ’viewing gallery’. He also has served as a mentor and trainer for some of the outcast supes, teaching them control of their powers, as he knows that there is such a thing as bad publicity. Having realized that the more that shifters and vamps can be in the mainstream public eye, (and as long as they keep the publicity as positive as possible) then the more accepted they will be in society. While this was an un-looked for side effect in his first business, he has now made this a focus of his second. He also has become a figurehead for the fight for international ‘supe’ rights, and occasionally writes articles journals and newspapers. He desperately wishes to travel home again. Perhaps for good, perhaps not. But until then, he lives in exile.
RP Sample:
Article in San Francisco Chronicle
Brothers and sisters, I write this as one who cannot go home, to my family, to my blood brothers and sisters. It is because of a virus, because of a disease that I am no longer given the status of ’person’ by my native country. I have fought a great many battles in my life, yet this one is both the most difficult, and the most important. And, my brothers and sisters, it is not only me who is unwelcome. All of we who are different are disallowed the basic dignity as people. We may be now other than human. But we still feel as humans do, and try to co-exist with you, my brothers and sisters. Those of us who are different, but not so different, if not shown a path to acceptance and worth, will continue to be forced underground and into shadow, living like animals on the scraps of life that we are shown. I implore you, my brothers and sisters, to show that everyone, no matter what shape, deserve to be people. Even if they are not quite human.
Emannuel
Mod Notes: None.
Player Name: Liam
Player LJ: Corybantic
Player Email: coincidencehteory[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM/YIM/etc.: coincidencehteory[at]gmail[dot]com
Character Name: Emmanuel “The Black Panther”
Character Type: Were Tiger - Alpha
Abilities: Standard Alpha Shifter powers. Above-standard fighting, as he’s been a professional boxer and mixed-martial artist for many years.
Age: 47
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Tall, very muscular, Shaved or stubble, both facial hair and on his head. Black eyes
PB: Djimon Honsou
Personality: Reasonably gruff exterior, but at the core, a man at peace with himself. He saw his life crumble before his eyes, only to build it back up, better than before. Very dominant, extroverted, as befits an Alpha. Rarely, but occasionally, has bouts of depression brought on by homesickness.
History/Background:
Emmanuel was born in Nigeria to parents who were poor, but able to give send their son to a school recently built by a charity. He showed a talent for athletics very early in life, and after the media storm that surrounded the 1974 Rumble in the Jungle, Emmanuel decided he would become a great boxer, and dove into training, showing a flair in junior bouts that validated his decision. At 17, he quit school to concentrate on boxing full time, gaining the national title in quick time, and hungering for bigger fish. In 1985 he flew, on invitation, to the US, where he began to tour the circuits, winning most, and losing very few of his bouts. Then, in 1990, on a trip back to Nigeria for a ‘home’ bout against a legitimate contender for an international heavyweight title. Emmanuel, or as he was dubbed by boxing promoters, ‘The Black Panther’ controversially won the bout on points, and all was set for his leap into the top echelon of fighters. However after wild celebrations that night, the night of the full moon, Emmanuel went for a stroll along the riverfront, and was set upon by a tiger, which he managed to fight off, but not without losing quite a lot of skin. This was baffling as it was in the middle of a city, in Africa. Upon returning to the US, to a storm of publicity, everything was going well until one month later, in Las Vegas, when he shifted.
Into a white tiger.
It was a terrible scene, in his shifted form, he mauled and killed a security guard at the hotel that his entourage was staying at. Despite supes gaining notoriety in the news, in the lead up to Addison v Clark, the local police never managed to solve the ‘animal attack’, believing it to be an escaped part of one of the acts. Emmanuel himself didn’t know what had happened, only that he had until a were leopard named Marcus LeCras, who claimed to have witnessed the shift, came to him and laid down the law. It was clear that Emmanuel would not be able to fight again, what with blood testing so rigorous. His management cancelled all up-coming fights, and pretty much turned him loose on the streets as soon as he gave them the news. Within a week, it had been leaked to the major papers. Just that he was a shifter, not what he could change into. It was generally assumed that he was indeed, a black panther.
A year later, after Addison v Clarke, and all that followed, he began to try and find a place for himself in this new order. Because of Emmanuel’s high profile, and his higher profile ’out-ing’, as well as that not Niger, nor any of Africa gave supes any rights, it was impossible to return home. He eventually made his way to San Francisco, where he found an underground fighting ring for shifters. He discovered, despite their disparate species and origins, a camaraderie among the fighters that helped all of them control the beast, learning to harness it’s hunger and power. After a couple of years, Emmanuel was the (disputed) title holder, and he put forward the proposal to the other fighters to take their fights mainstream. After a few hiccoughs and bumps in the early months and years, it was soon apparent that the public had a taste for the super-human punishment that could be dished out and taken by these brutes, as long as they were sufficiently distant from them . It became a national success, with even some international interest for the television rights (no, you can’t come into our country, thank you very much). Emmanuel’s WereFighter Championships was a place for displaced shifters. He ran the ship tight, playing alpha to a pack of alphas. There were clashes of wills, and bodies, but he kept them in line. In 2000 he retired from fighting to focus on the business side of the operation, delegating more to the pack of were-tigers that he had gathered into his new entourage.
Eventually he stepped back from the business altogether, finding the constant touring no longer to his liking. He settled back to the closest place he had to a home, San Francisco. While he was still the nominal head of the WereFighter organization, he only made very select appearances, even the occasional time in the ring, usually for a grudge match against a classic foe. While he can still hold his own in a fight against most weres, the professionals were starting to be just a split second quicker, and it didn’t do to have the boss go down in too many fights.
Continuing to blaze a trail for supes, he has opened a gym in the Haight, catering to supes only. For the preternatural exhibitionists and the human voyeurs, there is a ’viewing gallery’. He also has served as a mentor and trainer for some of the outcast supes, teaching them control of their powers, as he knows that there is such a thing as bad publicity. Having realized that the more that shifters and vamps can be in the mainstream public eye, (and as long as they keep the publicity as positive as possible) then the more accepted they will be in society. While this was an un-looked for side effect in his first business, he has now made this a focus of his second. He also has become a figurehead for the fight for international ‘supe’ rights, and occasionally writes articles journals and newspapers. He desperately wishes to travel home again. Perhaps for good, perhaps not. But until then, he lives in exile.
RP Sample:
Article in San Francisco Chronicle
Brothers and sisters, I write this as one who cannot go home, to my family, to my blood brothers and sisters. It is because of a virus, because of a disease that I am no longer given the status of ’person’ by my native country. I have fought a great many battles in my life, yet this one is both the most difficult, and the most important. And, my brothers and sisters, it is not only me who is unwelcome. All of we who are different are disallowed the basic dignity as people. We may be now other than human. But we still feel as humans do, and try to co-exist with you, my brothers and sisters. Those of us who are different, but not so different, if not shown a path to acceptance and worth, will continue to be forced underground and into shadow, living like animals on the scraps of life that we are shown. I implore you, my brothers and sisters, to show that everyone, no matter what shape, deserve to be people. Even if they are not quite human.
Emannuel