Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 18:10:24 GMT -5
Player Title: Josh P.
Full Birth Name: Anthony John Gallo
Alias/ nickname: Tony
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 42 (24 as a werewolf
Physical Appearance:
Anthony stands at six feet tall, as he had before leaving but now has cut his hair to a more manageable length. His eyes are like an oak wood shape compared to the black and hazelnut swirl before. The clothes he wears now are made of dark browns but are made to be rather lightweight, with thicker leather covering weak sports in the human anatomy. There are also a variety of straps, sheaths, and pockets in a multitude of places for easy access.
Although Anthony has put on more muscle he’s still not a massive man, although he does have very little fat which the same cannot be said for his scars that although light still cover various parts of his body more than a werewolf should have. A most noticeable scars are the light ones on his faces, the longer ones on his stomach, and one that goes halfway around his forearm.
Personality Traits:
Although it has shown Anthony has matured just by looking at him he has only become more of a joker. Whether you are laughing at or with Anthony it is very common for him to cause a few laughs where ever he goes. Sometimes when he is scanning his area he forgets to actually watch where he’s going and trip over something, or he’ll say something that is either so true or just completely random that you can’t help, he’s pretty good for a laugh.
But the funny side of Anthony is more for others than himself, as he walks around with guilt that although he accepts was not fully in his hands he still has difficulty from not blaming himself. This is the reason why he now appears more humbled and cautious as to whose path he may cross. With his past aggression and disregard being the cause of some of his pain he has changed that and even shied away from a fight when possible which is unfortunately rare in this chaotic city.
But even though Anthony has shied away from fighting for himself he has become a lot more likely to jump in if someone is getting beat on, although still trying to break the fight rather than just throwing another punch into the mix. But that is the most confident in things that Anthony gets other than when he’s getting into medical which he incorporates humor into, believing that it can often help distract a patient even if it makes him the target of frustration.
Anthony no longer act like an angry child now, he knows his skills but at the same time has gained the discipline to only use it when necessary. No longer does Anthony curse the world for what has happened to him. Rather Anthony does question why certain horrors has to be part of life and wishing he could go back and make the better decisions in life. This reflects into his everyday life and is the reason why he treads lightly with people and avoids allowing others to be hurt as well as always keeping himself from becoming reckless again.
Weaponry:
Anthony has a variety of smaller weapons, most being knives that he has scavenged, stolen, and bought. But there are other things such as a pair of brass knuckles he keeps on his sides, and even picked up a military issued trench shovel which is more a utility than a weapon. But his main weapons of choice are no longer the bulky axe he once carried that made him slow and predictable. Now he carries two fighting axes that are light and fast to use like the rest of his arsenal.
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History Summary:
Anthony was originally born and raised in this city but even before the the war had started his childhood life was far from peaceful. Him and his brother David were often spending their time training, for they had been raised up by only their father who had told them countless times that they were from a long legacy of hunters. Not normal hunters, but hunters of the snake in sheep’s clothes he would say. What he was referring to was the werewolves and vampires that walked the planet and although they were from a long bloodline they kept it in secrecy. They were even homeschooled kids so they knew little of the world other than the survival skills their father taught them which was quite useful.
But as they grew up the Great War started where they had lost their father who was targeted for teaching the masses the training that had only been passed on from father to son previously. This left Anthony and David not only orphans but targets and were yet again hidden away and left to master their training with only one another. Quickly they found their own strengths and weaknesses and were more likely to be exposed to the public as they grew into their teens.
The more they grew the more obvious how different the two were. David became more social with the others while Anthony became more of an outcast. Even the way the two began fighting was different, David’s style being more strategic speed while Anthony was more pure aggression and power hits. But the day came where Anthony was a functioning young adult and this is where life would never be the same for him ever again.
One fateful day David had gone on a scavenge mission into the outskirts of the city. The group was ambushed by vampires and only one survivor made it back with the word of the surprise attack. There was no doubt that people wanted Anthony to head in with the next group to rescue any possible survivors but Anthony was far too sporadic and ran off before the group could get together and follow. As Anthony blindly went to save his brother he himself had been ambushed by three werewolves. The group must have consisted of younger wolves because Anthony was able to kill two of them and leave the third defenseless to the creatures that had heard the fight and quickly attacked soon after Anthony escaped, the sound of screams filling the woods they had been in.
Anthony unfortunately had been inflicted with the disease in the fight and had become what he had trained his entire life to hate and kill. The anger filled Anthony and for ten years after that night he became one of the most blood thirsty beasts in the outskirts, killing and torturing all for the world taking his humanity and the rest of his family. But as Anthony hid in the unchanging unsafe outskirts, with his death wish the city itself changed greatly.
After ten years of cursing the world for his misfortune Anthony set back into the city, both curious and lonely from only death being his companion. In the city he tried to just simply follow the steps that he thought a wolf was supposed to follow, joining the pack where off the bat he had met the Alpha Strike, the Beta, and watched a wolf that went by the name Stramnar was announced the omega. Anthony didn’t even know what it meant to be in a pack but at the same time there was a strange loyalty to Strike already there, a wolf instinct he presumed. Luckily no real fight came out of the event but it was only that once that the wolf named Stramn needed to see Anthony’s quick loyalty and quickness to fight that he would remember each other instantly the next time they met.
After becoming part of the pack Josh made himself comfortable in the sports department of the mall where he came and went, meeting all sorts of creatures and people fighting quite a few but making a couple friends on the way. Anthony even met a girl that he fell for, a human girl that he only met once they had fought, and well, just say they made up. It was the first time Anthony had felt anything like that in more than one way and it lightened his spirit some, and would have continued to do so if he hadn’t yet again been cursed by fate.
One day while walking around the outskirts and scavenging he came across Stramn once more where although Anthony gave it his all Stramn was also a berserker and a much older one at that. Anthony was beaten till he was in no condition to defend himself and only kept alive to pass a message. Anthony somehow mustered the strength to drag his broken and bloodied body back to the mall where he nearly died after passing his message. But thanks to the help of Strike, his sister, and another female wolf he was saved although still in bad shape.
Anthony had to spend a long time in the mall to recover and the time by himself slowly rotted his sanity with the constant fighting between wolf and human. By the time Anthony had come back to fighting shape he had turned himself into a monster with his solitude and only became truly bloodthirsty and unfeeling to pain and emotions. Both sides lashed out against the other and since they could not physically fight they took the pain out on the rest of the world, even leaving Anthony to mutilate and mane countless beasts in his path. But soon Anthony had his opportunity arise when the war against angels was becoming full force and the packs divided.
There was quite a few that left Strike due to the displeasure of the coalition with the human’s, but Anthony felt quite the opposite. He still didn’t stop thinking of Blaze, but he knew that if he could help put the pressure on the angels in the outskirts she and the others back at home would be much safer and he’d get his fill of bloodshed. But that was what Anthony thought, and of course fate had managed other plans for him once again.
One night Anthony had gone out looking for whatever he could, perhaps some information on the angel’s, perhaps food, or even some weapons or tools that had not been found before. But on this night he crossed paths with a powerful angel that he was no match for with her speed and strength. For whatever reason Anthony didn’t end up dead like he should have, instead this angel was intrigued by the way he fought, his physical attributes, and decided to take him as her personal pet. Anthony was defeated and thrown in shackles before being dragged to the angel stronghold.
Anthony was treated surprisingly well, although much like a common house pet. Anthony was treated well due to the protection of being owned by someone so powerful. The Angel’s didn’t abuse him to bad, didn’t treat him like a slave but rather they forced him to fight. These fights often took place against vampires but on occasion they put him against a werewolf or even a weaker angel that was under some form of punishment. The angels even made the mistake of trying to use him as a hunting dog where his brother David had happened across each other. Quickly the two turned on the low ranked angels. Sadly in the escape attempt David had taken too much damage and died soon after escaping.
After the series of events Anthony felt the need to run away from the world that had once known him and the horrible memories and guilt. The city he found was very far away but finally he found a city he called home and joined a new pack. This city was much more in conflict with the normal three races especially with a refinery being located at the center. It appeared that above all that was a hot topic for fighting and that it often would change hands at any moment due to the power it held. Anthony actually became fairly respected when he became lucky enough to kill two from the human council in a fight over the refinery. But little did anyone but his alpha know the issues that Anthony was having and then one day it became apparent it needed to be handled.
One day a wolf that had been part of the pack longer had challenged Anthony to a no holds bars fight. The wolf should have won but he had never experienced someone as aggressive as Anthony in a fight when he released his rage. But just as the finishing blow was about to be struck by Anthony the wolf pulled a cheap trick and had a small bag of silver dust in his pocket. The wolf popped the bag in Anthony’s face and left him blind and unable to smell. This pain only fueled the rage and Anthony had truly gone into a fit.
Suddenly there was the sound of feet coming running at Anthony from his flank and without a though claws were flying like daggers and digging. With anger as his energy Anthony struck blow after blow with lightning speed. But something wasn’t right for in seconds there was several people ripping him off the body and dragging him away. In a fight like this it was expected to go for the kill and only when Anthony heard someone say a name did he even suspect what had happened.
An orphaned werewolf girl had been taking a liking to him and had gone to help him after the cheap shot that had been made. Sadly in his senseless rage Anthony had attacked the girl and torn her to shreds like only a beast could. All the while the man that had made the challenge was actually trying to sneak away from the battle. There were no winners here; both were disgraced in the pack’s eyes and they both were ashamed of themselves for the girl had not made it, her chest cavity too quickly torn to shreds.
After the accident Anthony took on an oath of silence, making him unfit for combat if he couldn’t communicate. So the pack sent Anthony into their stealth division which handled scavenging, recon, and on the occasion stealth attacks. The Alpha felt Anthony’s pains, all of them; from losing family, trying to adjust to becoming a werewolf, and the anger that filled him. This alpha had been there and trained Anthony to harness his energies, to accept what has happened, and how to fight with skill and precision rather than swinging around like a brute. He even taught Anthony multiple fighting styles and the true meaning of discipline.
After over a year of training and filling mostly scavenging duty the first words that left Anthony’s mouth was to challenge the wolf to a rematch in honor of the orphan. The Wolf had recovered much quicker than Anthony from the event and had become as arrogant as ever, often laughing at the dramatic vow of silence. The battle started and the wolf had already turned into his hybrid form while Anthony drew his duel hatchets. The fight should have been lost but within three moves Anthony was the victor and the defeated wolf lay headless before everyone.
The few years were uninteresting until the vampires surprised everyone by attacking the den with the use of make shift explosives. The base was overtaken and the alpha had been killed. Apparently the beta had actually betrayed the alpha and set it up, and quickly Anthony ran knowing that he couldn’t fight against the new leadership but refused to pledge allegiance to a traitor, and the murderer of his mentor. They chased for quite some time but Anthony was able to hide his scents and outrun those that wanted to put him to work, or perhaps even death as an example.
After that time Anthony spent a while finding himself and meditating, trying to find peace like his old alpha had told him. After a long time alone spending his time either hunting or meditating Anthony could not completely let things go. It was at this moment that Anthony came to the conclusion that he needed to go back where it all began, where he began. After several years Anthony knew it was time to head back to the city he was born and raised, with all those horrible memories. One thing also intrigued him to hear was how much of a trading central they had been by those he’d come by, if only his past city could have found enough harmony to do so but instead the only future that had in store for it was death. So now Anthony travels back in hopes to move forward.
Post Example:
The cool night air was only complimented by the light breeze that it carried through and tickled the skin. The leaves shook lightly and made their light rolling shuffle as they do. It was the perfect night in Anthony’s opinion but many other would probably compare it to the settings of a creepy stories spread around by children for cheap thrills. But this was weather energized Anthony and kept him moving instead of finding shelter around sunset as he usually did. It wasn’t often Anthony would do something like this but with all this spare energy Anthony just couldn’t help but take the risk. This trip was nearly over and Anthony couldn’t help but imagine what kind of place would be awaiting his return. There were really so many questions, what the city now looked like, who was still alive, would anyone even recognize him, would he really want to join the pack again? These thoughts distracted Anthony but kept him going especially when he thought of the few people he actually liked possibly still be hanging around the city. As Anthony was distracted something had caught his scent and slowly closed in on him. It took a while but eventually it was close enough for it to watch him, stalk him like prey. It appeared Anthony had no idea as a reptile tongue slipped past scaled lips. There were always things that hunted on these types of nights and the perfect prey was the one that didn’t pay attention. It appeared Anthony would be the perfect prey for tonight and in a flash the werebeast jumped from its cover at Anthony. In a split second Anthony was able to push the creature’s weight to the side and use its momentum against it. In no time the beast was bouncing into a tree while Anthony collected himself. “Now what did I do to you?” Anthony asked with a relaxed tone in his life. “How about this? That was a good try, but try going for some prey that’s not a hunter, especially a better one than you.” Now that Anthony looked at the creature he realized that it appeared to be a cobra werebeast, and not a pretty one either. But as expected the beast just flicked its tongue at Anthony and said nothing before making another jump for Anthony. With ease Anthony was able to dodge the creature and give it a hit directly to the eye. The snake was sent away from the force of the blow but Anthony still stepped back a bit to keep their distance. “ Common, you don’t want to do this.” Anthony said and was surprised by the snake finally replying. “Ssss-shut your mouth wolf and fight.” It wasn’t the answer Anthony was hoping for but at the same time he knew that it gave him his answer on what this would have to come to. Slowly Anthony reached in his pockets; the cobra noticed and attempted to seize the second to shoot out its fastest attack yet. The lips of the snake literally rubbed against Anthony’s chest as he narrowly dodged it bite. The speed of the attacks confirmed with Anthony that it was a cobra and that they fangs would more than likely spell a very quick ending for Anthony and that this fight had to end soon. Within a second Anthony pulled out two brass knuckles and had taken a fighting stance. The two sat in a deadly stand still, not knowing what exactly the other was planning for an attack. But quickly the question was answered as the snake quickly tried to go for his leg to simply spread that venom. In just the nick of time Anthony was able to send a punch down to meet the snake’s jaw. It was enough for Anthony to stun the beast for a second which was all he needed before sending a second, and then a third shot into the snake’s face, both causing its head to bounce off the ground and back up. The final blow had all of his weight and strength put into it and caused the snake’s head to bounce at least an extra three feet up. It was still, the entire night seemed still in the short conflict, and stayed that way for a couple of seconds before the wind broke the silent frozen moment in time. The snake had successfully been knocked out, just as Anthony intended. The night was still young and it seemed best to leave before this cobra awoke to the headache it would have. It would certainly be pissed but at least it was still alive Anthony thought as he continued on. |