HOMID: Kevin Lockwood is a somewhat gangling mid-teenage boy. Starting at the top and working down, he possesses a close crop of very dark brown hair that might be mistaken for black in some lights; a long Caucasian face with a rather large nose in the middle; brown eyes under heavy eyebrows; a downturned mouth, and a distinct Adam's apple. He either doesn't need to shave yet, or does so closely enough to have no visible stubble on his prominent chin. Below the neck, his body looks fairly fit, and is clad in a rather grubby blue sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, both of which are too big for him and the latter of which has to be hitched up every few seconds. He's barefoot. His legs seem a little long for his body, as though he's just undergone a growth spurt and his lower limbs reacted to the hormones before the rest of him.
GLABRO: A burly, hulking figure, well over six feet high and topped with a shock of dark hair atop a face with hostile intent carved in its features. Between the face and the strongly muscled body, the general impression is of a thuglike man, not one to meet in a dark alley by night. His hands and feet in particular appear huge even for one this size, and his fingers curl as though they cannot wait to be doing some mischief.
CRINOS: Those who have seen other examples of this form (and lived) will note that this beast is perhaps not the hugest example ever; but he still looms upwards, a good eight and a half feet from his huge feet to his thickly dark-furred head. His bushy tail sweeps out from his rump, his legs and arms bulge with muscle, and all four paws are tipped with savage claws. His features are equally as feral; his eyes gleam with a wild light, and his mouth seems filled to overflowing with viciously sharp teeth. Yet for all this his posture and demeanour are oddly restrained for such a terrifying creature, and he holds himself almost as though he feels out of place in such an enormous, menacing shape.
HISPO: Green eyes are set in his big, wild, wolven face like two green glass chips in an iron sculpture. His neckruff bristles darkly behind his head, and his strong legs support him from beneath like the girders of a railway bridge. A wolf, yes, but one with every characteristic magnified and cranked up to max; the stuff of nightmares indeed, from his muzzle filled with gleaming white teeth, all the way down his strong sleek body, to the tip of his impressively curving tail. Those who named this form the dire wolf did not do so without accuracy.
LUPUS: Teetering on the knife-edge between adolescence and adulthood, this male wolf is not quite yet fully grown, and is just that tiny bit misproportioned as proof of his age and status; paws still oversized, ears likewise, legs a little long and thin for his body. But those who know wolves will see every sign that before long he should shed these lingering traces of cubhood and fill out into the classic wolven adult. His fur varies from a mid-brown down his back, fading to a rather paler light biscuity shade on his underside. Head's at one end, tail's at the other, legs underneath. His green eyes are keen and sparkle as though some intense feral fire has been kindled behind them.
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