Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 13:01:41 GMT -4
PLAY BY: Peter StormareDES kennith FISHER
NICKNAME(S): Nith, Fish, Des
AGE: 45
APPEARANCE AGE: ----
DATE OF BIRTH: 05/24/1968
DATE OF CHANGE: 01/01/1986
BIRTHPLACE: Winston-Salem, NC
HOMETOWN: Greensboro, NC
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Bronx NY
SPECIES: werewolf
DIET: n/a
MAIN ANIMAL: gray wolf
AFFILIATION: Bronx Pack
OCCUPATION: Alpha; Shoe maker
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
HAIR: cropped short; graying brown
EYES: watery-hazel
SCARS/MARKS: severe scar overlap on back
PERSONAL STYLE: neutrals/darks, jeans, open neck shirts and no jewelry. Leather jackets.
SPECIES APPEARANCE: example : He has a very dark topline, almost solid "saddle" shape with a framed face. The shift from dark to white underbelly is abrupt with a crisp line. Along the spine ridge his fur is irregular around scar tissue. His eyes are a deep, true amber.
ABILITY: n/a
MAGI ABILITY:
First Specialty: n/a
Second Specialty: n/a
LIKES: leather; leading; power; strength
DISLIKES: vampires; magi; the weak; weakness; idiots/ no common sense
STRENGTHS: Fighting; Plotting;
WEAKNESSES: Silver; Extreme stress; Impatience
HABITS/QUIRKS: Quirky old goon, he has a habit of assuming an austere poker face when truly disturbed or confronted with news he doesn't like. Impatience and anxiety both lead to pacing or jittery legs. Anger tends to be accompanied with his hands twitching, usually turning a pen through his fingers in a whirl. Sometimes a knife.
FEARS: Vampires & Magi
SECRETS: self explanatory
GOALS: fully eliminate the Vampires from Bronx; eventually all of NY and possible the entirety of New England.
FATHER: John, deceased
MOTHER: Catherine, deceased
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY: none
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none
OVERALL PERSONALITY: aspiring, ambitious, motivated, committed, charming, frugal, austere, suspicious/mistrustful, efficient, thoroughly, wicked.
If asked to describe Des in a few short words anyone who knew him well would say he was a charming, if frugal, efficient, committed, ambitious and aspiring man. Anyone who didn't know him well enough would define Des as Thorough, wicked, austere, motivated dangerous and suspicious. The bottom line is Des has many faces and he won't hesitate to give you the one he thinks you need to know. There's Fish, among friends, the relaxed and easy going, if slightly stressed, elderly man. Then there's Nith, the unforgiving, unimpressed, suspicious and absolutely efficient pack leader & then there's Des; wicked, cruel, malicious, dangerous and downright psychotic anti-vampire werewolf hell bent on making sure everyone knows where he stands and upon what he stands.
There is no easy way to understand this man. You cannot simply label him and put him in a file, box, cabinet or folder. Des Kennith Fisher is every bit the dangerous killer his passion requires of him. He's every bit the wise old fool regretting past sins. He's every bit the vampire hater and he's every inch of him the Shoe Maker. Within and without him are flaws as simple and complex as life brings them. He's had, after all, 45 years of living to figure himself out and he hasn't even finished doing that! So no; don't assume you know this quiet spoken but dangerous shoe-maker. You really, really don't.
If asked to describe Des in a few short words anyone who knew him well would say he was a charming, if frugal, efficient, committed, ambitious and aspiring man. Anyone who didn't know him well enough would define Des as Thorough, wicked, austere, motivated dangerous and suspicious. The bottom line is Des has many faces and he won't hesitate to give you the one he thinks you need to know. There's Fish, among friends, the relaxed and easy going, if slightly stressed, elderly man. Then there's Nith, the unforgiving, unimpressed, suspicious and absolutely efficient pack leader & then there's Des; wicked, cruel, malicious, dangerous and downright psychotic anti-vampire werewolf hell bent on making sure everyone knows where he stands and upon what he stands.
There is no easy way to understand this man. You cannot simply label him and put him in a file, box, cabinet or folder. Des Kennith Fisher is every bit the dangerous killer his passion requires of him. He's every bit the wise old fool regretting past sins. He's every bit the vampire hater and he's every inch of him the Shoe Maker. Within and without him are flaws as simple and complex as life brings them. He's had, after all, 45 years of living to figure himself out and he hasn't even finished doing that! So no; don't assume you know this quiet spoken but dangerous shoe-maker. You really, really don't.
HISTORY: Born in Winston-Salem, North Carolina Des lived here for all of two, unremembered, years with his very human parents before moving to Greensboro, North Carolina. The mountains, cool forested air and mild climate ( over all ) was very relaxing for him, growing up, and he greatly enjoyed life here. He was far from a "trouble child" in his youth but as he got older he grew bored with his hometown and the limited things to do. School became a chore with the amount of stupid people present ( really; there should be a law against lack of common sense ) and he started getting into trouble.
It started in 8th grade, when he first joined Football. He got a rush out of tackling and beating other players- which inevitably gained him suspension after suspension until finally, in 10th grade when quit going to practice and dropped the team all together. Neither of his work-a-holic parents were aware of this and so he occupied his now empty evenings with jaunts in the forest. "Oh no!" You might think, "the werewolves and vampires and night-bumps!" but nothing of the sort happened to him. He did, however, come across a wounded wolf mother and her two pup litter- with no one to guard them which was beyond bizarre.
In a strange twist of personality he grabbed a stick and poked at the hurt, exhausted mother until she snarled and snapped the stick in half. Amused and awed by her power he grabbed a new, larger, stick and continued to poke at her. When he grew bored with her reactions he started prodding the young pups. It didn't take long for him to escalate to hurting the pups and killing one of them. At this point, wounded of not, the mother did get up to drive him away which was a good thing, too. The pack was returning to her calls.
After this he took a sick pleasure in tormenting the wildlife and upsetting nature. It went on straight through high school before his parents ever found out about it. Unfortunately they found out about it in an... odd way. He had, again, cornered a wolf ( his favorite target for some reason ) and was torturing the poor creature when another human happened by. At least he thought they were human. The wolf seemed relieved to see them for whatever reason an this human was not pleased to see Des or what he considered "fun." In fact this human became very, very enraged. It was a quiet, seething rage, though. The kind that unsettled your stomach but did not harm you at first.
At great length this stranger lectured him on the importance of not tormenting animals ( not "helpless" animals ) and wildlife. "Sometimes things are not always as they seem," the stranger informed him. To this he laughed. Cryptic hooey from a stranger? Get real! The man fell silent and, for a while, Des thought he'd gone senile and forgotten that he, and the injured wolf, were there. At last he spoke again. "Perhaps you need a stronger lesson in the respect of nature, balance and other animals. For this nothing else will do." there seemed a pained resignation in the voice and then, well, something happened because when the man gestured Des collapsed and when he woke up he was home again.
1 month, approximately, later tragedy struck and he learned just what the man had done to him. Agony raced through his body; the greatest pain he'd ever felt in his life. Des thought he'd die from the pain alone! But there would be no such release from the pain. Instead it got worse, and worse. Screaming and writhing on the floor it took a good six hours for the first transformation to be completed and when it was he lay, crying and helpless on the floor for hours. His parents came home to find him like this. Terrified, with blood and shredded clothes scattered about the wolf but no son in sight they attacked him with what they could. Screaming and crying.
He defended himself, blindly, lashing out and biting them. Ripping out his fathers throat and ripping and clawing his mother limb from limb as she fought him. How dare they! How dare they attack their own son! He snarled in his rage, standing blood soaked over his deceased parents. The stranger came to his doorway, shook his head and sighed. When Des gave chase he had vanished and left the boy alone to deal with the new agony of his life.
He left home that night, and who wouldn't? If he stuck around he'd be blamed for his parents deaths ( rightly so, but still ). No he had to get out of there and make a life for himself. When he could finally change back he showered, packed two bags of belongings ( mostly clothes ) cleaned out his bank account and both his parents accounts and moved North to New York City.
It took him a while to get to New York, surprisingly. He kept hiding, had to duck the cops and forge documents so he could settle down when he got there. Not the least of his problems was running across packs, Magi and Vampires ( lord he hated vampires! and he wasn't sure why, just yet ). After a year of running and living through the shifts ( none of which got easier and some of which felt worse ) he learned it wasn't worth it to lose his temper. He also learned why he hated Vampires ( for him it was the walking-corpse and blood-feeding thing at first ) now he just despises them and wants them gone. Period. During this time he also collected a small pack of his own; establishing his dominance in the only way he knew how- violence and shows of strength. Although wit and agility were not to be dismissed.
It started in 8th grade, when he first joined Football. He got a rush out of tackling and beating other players- which inevitably gained him suspension after suspension until finally, in 10th grade when quit going to practice and dropped the team all together. Neither of his work-a-holic parents were aware of this and so he occupied his now empty evenings with jaunts in the forest. "Oh no!" You might think, "the werewolves and vampires and night-bumps!" but nothing of the sort happened to him. He did, however, come across a wounded wolf mother and her two pup litter- with no one to guard them which was beyond bizarre.
In a strange twist of personality he grabbed a stick and poked at the hurt, exhausted mother until she snarled and snapped the stick in half. Amused and awed by her power he grabbed a new, larger, stick and continued to poke at her. When he grew bored with her reactions he started prodding the young pups. It didn't take long for him to escalate to hurting the pups and killing one of them. At this point, wounded of not, the mother did get up to drive him away which was a good thing, too. The pack was returning to her calls.
After this he took a sick pleasure in tormenting the wildlife and upsetting nature. It went on straight through high school before his parents ever found out about it. Unfortunately they found out about it in an... odd way. He had, again, cornered a wolf ( his favorite target for some reason ) and was torturing the poor creature when another human happened by. At least he thought they were human. The wolf seemed relieved to see them for whatever reason an this human was not pleased to see Des or what he considered "fun." In fact this human became very, very enraged. It was a quiet, seething rage, though. The kind that unsettled your stomach but did not harm you at first.
At great length this stranger lectured him on the importance of not tormenting animals ( not "helpless" animals ) and wildlife. "Sometimes things are not always as they seem," the stranger informed him. To this he laughed. Cryptic hooey from a stranger? Get real! The man fell silent and, for a while, Des thought he'd gone senile and forgotten that he, and the injured wolf, were there. At last he spoke again. "Perhaps you need a stronger lesson in the respect of nature, balance and other animals. For this nothing else will do." there seemed a pained resignation in the voice and then, well, something happened because when the man gestured Des collapsed and when he woke up he was home again.
1 month, approximately, later tragedy struck and he learned just what the man had done to him. Agony raced through his body; the greatest pain he'd ever felt in his life. Des thought he'd die from the pain alone! But there would be no such release from the pain. Instead it got worse, and worse. Screaming and writhing on the floor it took a good six hours for the first transformation to be completed and when it was he lay, crying and helpless on the floor for hours. His parents came home to find him like this. Terrified, with blood and shredded clothes scattered about the wolf but no son in sight they attacked him with what they could. Screaming and crying.
He defended himself, blindly, lashing out and biting them. Ripping out his fathers throat and ripping and clawing his mother limb from limb as she fought him. How dare they! How dare they attack their own son! He snarled in his rage, standing blood soaked over his deceased parents. The stranger came to his doorway, shook his head and sighed. When Des gave chase he had vanished and left the boy alone to deal with the new agony of his life.
He left home that night, and who wouldn't? If he stuck around he'd be blamed for his parents deaths ( rightly so, but still ). No he had to get out of there and make a life for himself. When he could finally change back he showered, packed two bags of belongings ( mostly clothes ) cleaned out his bank account and both his parents accounts and moved North to New York City.
It took him a while to get to New York, surprisingly. He kept hiding, had to duck the cops and forge documents so he could settle down when he got there. Not the least of his problems was running across packs, Magi and Vampires ( lord he hated vampires! and he wasn't sure why, just yet ). After a year of running and living through the shifts ( none of which got easier and some of which felt worse ) he learned it wasn't worth it to lose his temper. He also learned why he hated Vampires ( for him it was the walking-corpse and blood-feeding thing at first ) now he just despises them and wants them gone. Period. During this time he also collected a small pack of his own; establishing his dominance in the only way he knew how- violence and shows of strength. Although wit and agility were not to be dismissed.
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