Name: Victor Cole
Gender: male
Age: 17
Grade/Occupation: junior
Orientation: hetero
Ethnicity: African-American/Caucasian
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: dark brown
Height: 6'2
Distinguishing Marks: Long scar across his right thigh from a childhood accident
Appearance: Vic is tall and lean, but obviously fit. He keeps his hair very short cropped but if it grows out it immediately winds into tight curls (hence the short cut, he's not a fan of the curls). His features bear witness to his mixed ethnicity, a straight forward point of his nose, a very defined shape of his upper lip drawing attention to how full they are, the light brown color of his skin and those impossibly dark brown eyes framed by dark lashes and accented by thick, black eyebrows. He's near almost smiling, and there's near always a noticeable lack of that smile in his eyes. A wide forehead, defined jaw and cheekbones, I dunno folks, look at his pics.
Portrayed by: Jacob Artist
Talents: Vic is musically talented, whether it be playing, singing or dancing to it. Fast runner, fast talker.
Flaws: Too confident in his abilities but at the same time too quick to back out if he thinks the outcome isn't in his favor. Self centered, arrogant.
Extracurricular Activities: He's on the lacrosse team, meddles with his music in his free time (which isn't a lot between school and the team), girls. (They so count.)
Personality: Vic's a player, in all meanings of that word. He's on the lacrosse team and struts around wearing that jacket like nobody's business, both to show team pride and to hook girls, because let's face it: They all want to date that incredibly fast and agile player, no? Of course they do. At least that's what he assumes and so far he's been, well, right. His mother is an air stewardess and not around for days at a time. His dad is just not around at all. This has forced him to pretty much take care of himself most of the time and he's grown to appreciate what that means. Partying and playing around wouldn't be much fun if his parents were hanging out in the kitchen after all.
The boy walks the halls of school like he doesn't have a care in the whole world, flashing his broad smile at any skirt he sees and don't be surprised if he doesn't remember your name or face but can tell you in detail what your ass looked like in that teeny little skirt you wore. But like so many of his type, he gets away with being a player because despite knowing his rep, so many girls apparently still hope to be that one girl who makes him stop looking elsewhere.
He is not a bad guy beneath all this though. He wouldn't knowingly put others in danger and he is pretty likely to help out a stranger in need. Unless it looked like a lost situation and a real risk to his own ass, because then he's out of there in three secs flat. Not about to walk into a bullet or some shit, you know? Some would call it cowardice. He calls it survival. In a way he's right, but it makes him kind of an ass. On top of everything that already makes him an ass...
History: His mother raised him on her own as his father was gone three minutes after he found out about a baby. Vic's lived in this town since he was born and he's never had any reason to want to leave. He's comfortable, he's popular with the crowd that matters to him, he's appreciated on the field. He has it all. His plans after high school are non-existent at the moment. His friends are guys who run in the same circle, some of them bullies but he doesn't think about it. He may have participated in bullying from time to time when circumstances placed him that way, but it's not a pattern.
Future Plans: Writer's plans for Vic are to slap him out of his self-serving little ego-trip and make him face reality, preferably to shock him into it via some girl he starts to like and either has a dark secret or ends up in real danger. Turning him into a werewolf is a possibility depending on how the plot goes, as is turning him into any other creature. Aligning him with hunters is an equal potential.
