The girl is short, maybe 5 feet tall with deep grey eyes against pale skin with a bit of a tan and a few freckles. Dark hair waves down her back to her hips. Her build is solid, no one would probably think of slender as the first word to describe her. She's one that has curves that hide definite strength, soft looks that hide the hardness in her. Despite her coloring, her ancestors' glory is easy to see in her features, easy to pick out. She usually wears boots and straightforward, tough clothing.
Dorian has a youthful face; having spent half his life as a Garou now, his regeneration has kept him looking healthier and thus younger than his thirty plus years would indicate. His hair is generally dark and kept short in a loose spiked look while he typically eschews facial hair, only growing it when the mood strikes. His eyes are a different matter in that a person meeting them can see the weight of experiences he's had between Chicago, the Amazon, and his subsequent flight to Seattle.
Dorian is trim like most werewolves and powerfully built. He doesn't bulge with strength; he's Bruce Lee versus Arnold Schwarzenegger. His body is hardened with tight cords of muscle and tendon, the relative lack of body fat giving him a lean, predatory look rather than being scrawny.
Dorian favors simple, practical attire. He normally sports hiking boots with metal welded onto the heels and tops, jeans or BDU's, and simple tee shirts or hooded sweatshirts. He doesn't wear body armor, disliking how it reduces his mobility, relying on his Garou toughness to see him through battles. He usually has a knife or three on him, also usually concealed. Dorian knows how to use firearms and is proficient with them but favors hand to hand combat. He's a keen shot with a bow as well.
He's polite but reserved, his introverted personality making him slow to open up to others. Dorian is not shy, however, and is perfectly capable of being assertive when an issue he cares about is called up. His Rage boils close to the surface despite his efforts to spiritually balance it and the Curse renders him largely incapable of normal interactions with most humans. His animal magnetism and good breeding ease his social interactions but they can still be a challenge.
In Crinos, Hispo, and Lupus forms, Dorian possesses black fur and is extremely fast due to his Long-Runner Merit.
Concept: Natural Linguist, Double Major - Psychology and Art
Madison is noticeable, perhaps, in that she takes every precaution to not be noticed. When in a crowd, she remains on the fringe. She seems to rarely speak, and if she does it is in a soft alto that falls pleasantly against the ear with a placid calm and a cultured British accent.
Her features are lovely, refined and pale. They rarely display anything more than an aloof, boreal reticence. Her wide eyes are the cornflower blue of a cloudless summer sky. They are bright with a keen intellect few would even notice due to her often downcast gaze obscured beneath a fringe of dark lashes. Her one concession to boldness was in the application of cosmetics. Her style trends toward the glamor of a forgotten era of Hollywood: porcelain air spun powder, classic red lipstick, eye shadow that shimmers, and a swoop of expertly applied eyeliner.
Her heavy curtain of honey blonde hair is of indeterminate length, styled into a simple chignon and secured with a multitude of hairpins that keep its mass aloft. Although the luxuriant strands shimmer in just the right lighting, resplendent with natural highlights in every imaginable hue of gold, a glacial chill in her demeanor discourages others from invading her personal space to explore its mysteries.
Her petite frame is of slender, sylphlike proportions with a waist that could easily be spanned by a large pair of masculine hands; however, her somber manner of dress attempts to disguise her curvesome figure by means of expert tailoring. Any jewelry or accessory worn is more often than not meant for function over adornment and unostentatious in its presentation.
She is removed from the society in which she was reared where custom and tradition once dictated her every decision. Unfortunately, the trappings of one's bloodline can only be ignored for so long and she soon expects Destiny to come calling.
Prince Nikolai Petrinko, known to the Nation as Howl~of~Battle, once known as Hope~in~Darkness, once known as Keeper~of~Truths, Second Son of Eyes of falcon, Son of Fist of Falcon, Athro Queen of the silver mound of the silver fangs, Daughter of Runs with Wolves, Ragabash Adren of the silver fangs, son of Walks with Falcons Grace, Fostern Theurge of the silver fangs, son of Clashes with Titans Ahroun Cliath of the silver fangs, Daughter of Peace of winter, Theurge Adren of the noble silver fangs. Born of Man, Athro Galliard of the Silver Fangs and Disciple of the Lodge of the Moon, Beta of the Wyvern's Talons, Beta of the Sept of the Emerald Heart."