So this is who I am,

And this is all I know,

Name: Javan Huntley



Nickname: Jav, Fang



Date of Birth: 01-12-2000

And I must choose to live,

For all that I can give,

Occupation: Street Kid



Education: Up to Freshman year of high school, learned how to survive in the woods from his father, a life long trapper.

The spark that makes the power grow

Face Claim: Daniel Radcliffe

And I will stand for my dream if I can,

Symbol of my faith in who I am,

Personality: Javan is a good person for the most part, though he rarely shows this, since it could prove fatal if any of his enemies found out about it. He tends to act like a jerk, and do things you would expect of a punk, but he always finds a way to apologize indirectly, usually by leaving something on the victim's front porch.

He loves animals but won't hesitate to kill for his meal, but he won't do this to dogs or cats, in fact he usually ends up giving his squirrel BBQ or Rabbit stew to some random stray. He always eats enough to keep him going, but he never really gets his fill.

If you want to get on his good side, just don't bother him, but let us say you want to make him angry. Just kick a dog or something, or call a woman the dirty 'C' word, that will get his attention, and he will likely try to kick your behind into the next county, failing that, he stalk you for days, learn your weakness, and figuratively hamstring you at your weakest moment, like a hungry wolf does to a large deer or moose.

And I must follow on the road that lies ahead,

I won't let my heart control my head,

Likes: Javan likes animals, being alone, making things with his hands, fighting with idiots, both verbally and physically, and his all time favorite thing to do? Ruin the lives of people who do bad things.



Dislikes: Javan greatly dislikes having to do things that don't interest him, he hates math, he hates guys who think they're tough becuase they have big muscles and lots of friends to back them up, and he really really really hates men who abuse their significant others, he also dislikes abusive women, but he doesn't see that as often.



Aims: He just wants to be alone, with no humans nearby, but he also wants to make the world a better place, and it is hard to do both.



Fears: He fears 'The Man' a person from his past who destroyed his life. He also fears anything with more than eight legs...his least favorite is the House Centipede, which looks like a cross between a daddy longlegs and a centipede.



Skills: Survival skills, if its part of being independent from human resources, he knows it. He also knows how to tan hides, hunt, fish, and trap. His best skill though is his word working, he makes beautiful pieces of art out of wood, with just his hunting knife, and a hot fire.



Habits: He blinks slowly when he thinks, and clenches his jaw and runs his tongue along the insides of his teeth when he is plotting, and he talks to himself when he works or fights, just a slight mutter under his breath, but it annoys some people, especially when he comments on how stupid or slow they are. He is not completely aware of doing this and usually only realizes hes done it when someone mentions it.

I make my journey through eternity

I keep the memory of you and me inside

Marital Status: Single obviously



Love Interest: None at the moment



Offspring:, ah no....



Parent: Mother-Jean Huntley-30 yrs of age at time of death

Father-Jefferey Huntley-38 yrs of age at time of death.



Siblings: None

Fulfil your destiny,

Is there within the child,

History: Javan was born to an outdoorsy couple, his mother was a wildlife biologist, and his father a trapper and hunting guide. They lived quite happily on the edge of a small town. His father was one of the best trappers and always had the best quality furs, if he set out to catch an animal, he caught no ifs ands or buts about it.

His mother was just starting out in her field, but was already making her name known in her area of expertise, that area being the ecology of predator/prey relationships. Her actual specialty being the relationship of wolves and their wild neighbors.

When Javan as ten a family friend, his mother's best friend from college, came by for a visit, but this visit was in response to Javan's phone call to him about how his parents were horrible people becuase they wouldn't let him go play with a new girl at his school. The friend, who Javan only knew as Uncle Mike, shot Jeff through the heart with a shot gun. He then threatened to have someone kill Javan if Jean did not say he had killed Jeffrey after he tried to beat her to death. Uncle Mike even beat Jean badly to make it more real.

For the next two years Javan lived with thr man who killed his father, terrified that if he left his mother would be killed. He was forced to live in the basement for those two years. But he also excelled in his studies, as any grade lower than an A got him a beating with Uncle Mikes belt. He was skipped ahead to ninth grade and was almost into his sophmore year when his mother finally took her own life. Javan took this oppurtunity and escaped, running into the woods and running until he collapsed from exhaustion. He does not remember the fight well, not even how long he ran for, but he lived in a valley with a pack of wolves for a year before heading back to human civilazation. While living in the woods he developed several senses, one of which is borderline supernatural. He can communicate with canines, only canines. He can also 'sense' other animals, making him a fantastic hunter. His senses of smell, hearing and touch are super acute, but his sense of taste is actually less sensitive than it was before, as he has had to eat things that would make most people sick just to think about.

My fate is on the wind,

The king of hearts, the joker's wild,

The heartbreaker being this face is Javan and I hail from USA

I have been RPing for 15 Years

I agree with the TOS and the Site rules.

And the code is removed by Himms

Cos I have found a dream that must come true,

Every ounce of me must see it through,

Role Play Sample:

He watched from his place in the bushes as the rabbit nibbled the clover. He slowly raised his rifle and took aim, placing his sight squarely behind the rabbits head, at the point where its head met hits body, the softest point on the animal. With a slight squeeze of the trigger the .22 let out a pop and the rabbit jumped and landed on its side, dead. The boy climbed out of the bushes, brushing the leaves off his pants, he walked over to the rabbit, pulling out his knife and setting to the gruesome task of field dressing the creature.

A year ago he would have felt bad about it, about taking this life so easily. But that was in the Before Time, back when his parents were still alive, back before he had set off that terrible chain of events, the end result being the death of his father at the hands of the family's closest friend, before his mother had committed suicide to escape the daily pain and terror of being that man's captive. The boy had escaped, slipping through a basement window that he had worked on for hours to remove the board covering it. The boy had taken two things with him from the man's house, the rifle with its box of ammunition, and the knife.

He had run far, for days, so many days and nights that he couldn't remember them all. After a while he had found himself in this place, where there were no people, just forests and mountains all around. He had been in this place for three passings of the full moon, and it had been a waxing quarter moon when he arrived, so for three and half months he had been here, hunting small animals, drinking from the stream, living in the shallow cave at the base of The Cliff. He was still wearing the clothing he had left with, but there were many holes in them now, the pants were tatters that ended at mid thigh, and the shirt was so thin it offered very little protection from the elements. He was working on a coat made of rabbit skins, he knew enough about working with pelts from his father, a life long trapper, so tanning the hides had been fairly easy, but now he was coming to terms with his lack of knowledge on how to bind the pelts into a single piece.

He had settled on using the tendons from the rabbits as ties, and tying a knot every inch using a sharpened stick to punch holes. He was almost done, the new coat was more of a cloak, as it reached his ankles, but soon he would be warm, he had settled on making it inside put, with the dried flesh facing out, and the fur in, he had used fat from a large deer like animal he had found dead to water proof the hide. This rabbit would provide the night's meal and the final piece for his hood, whch would keep him warm in the coming winter. The boy both looked forward to, and dreaded the snow fall. But he knew he would survive, after all, its what his father had always been training him for.

Immortality

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