Post by dean on Dec 15, 2010 17:22:20 GMT -5
Name:Dean Williams
Nick Name:None as of yet.
Race: Werewolf
Clan:N/A
Species:N/A
Gender:Male
Age:173
Appearance:Short brown hair covers the top of his head and a thin goatee sits upon his face. Light blue eyes peek out from lazy eyes which give him a constant tired look about him. Tattoos cover his arms and his back.
Weapon:Falcons Talons (Think wolverines claws but fitted so that they can be wielded brass knuckles protect the fist and are what the blades are connected to.), Kusari-Gama (Hand held Axe with a chain leading out from the handle that has a spiked metal ball attached to it.)
History:Dean Ronald Williams, Born August 11, 1837 in a broken home within a fast developing and hate filled New York city. He grew up in the time when Lincoln freed the slaves and the Irish began to immigrate due to the famine they faced. The people who were born in America treated the Irish and Africans with disdain and cruelty. The Irish did the Same to the African Americans and New York was a giant melting pot where it all took shape. This caused a young Dean to be exposed to violence,racism,hatred, and corruption at a very young age. All of these things played a huge part in his growing up and coupled with the savage beatings his father delivered onto his mother often he was bred into violence and destruction.
As he grew up he was a very troubled youth and growing up in a city with such hate and high crime rate it was an every day thing for people to be mugged and killed which made the life style all the more easy to fall into. Police were nothing more then men who stood on corners and watched for fires and made sure the rich were not robbed. The poor like him and his family were on there own. He himself was a thug at the age of 16 beating up other children for there earnings and mugging older men and women with his friends to take what they earned. This was the way he grew up and he would have continued however one night when his father was drunk and beating his mother Dean took the knife he used to rob others and proceeded to stab his father to death. The police arrived to find him on his knees covered in blood with the knife at his side. His mother took the blame for it and was hung while Dean was placed in a reform school.
Upon leaving the school not much had changed where he lived but the 5 years he spent inside calmed him and he missed out on the new tricks of the trade and most of the people he ran with were gone. He tried to get in with a few of the groups still around but he was used to being his own boss and doing things his own way and so he traveled out of New York taking what skills he did have and making his money this way.
June 1866- At 29 Dean found himself in a broken down house resting from a warm night and a lot of walking. He had a dream that night where his mother was hanging from the gallows and spoke to him about how her death was his fault and he should have left well enough alone. The nightmare got intense and jarred him from his sleep sitting up he looked around and jumped from the cot he had on the floor. Sitting in the corner was an attractive young woman in torn clothes and rags smiling at him. The talked for awhile before he offered her space on his cot thinking at the time he would get lucky by her choice or by rape if need be. They joke however was on him because while she did decide to sleep with him when it was all over she smiled and grew fangs and then all went black.
He awoke the next morning to find his money gone but no wounds of any kind on his body. He shrugged it off and left the house a few hours later vowing that if he saw the thieving bitch again he would end her life in a slow and painful way. That same day he found his way to a dock and stowed away on a ship unsure of the destination of the water vessel but didn't really care much where is went as long as it was away from here. The journey was long and by the time it docked in japan four of the crew was missing and he was the reason for it. He transformed a few hours before the ship docked and when it did he took off in his beastly form into the wild of japan and that is where he stayed for a very long time.
December, 1960- 94 years later and Dean had greatly changed for the better having gained great control over the monster within himself and having trained with a great martial artist within Japan that taught him discipline and various styles with which to fight. He still had terrible nightmares of his mother and her death but he found a great deal on control and learned how things were outside of New York's corruption and hatred. It gave him a better moral compass however it was still somewhat skewed. The time came to book passage back to America and so he did. Arriving there as a stowaway on a ship once more he set out to see the changes that had been made. He had to be careful as he had no form of identification as he was born over 100 years ago and so he had to lay low and survive off the land.
Radical changes had taken place but he adapted quickly and soon found work as an enforcer of types that protected high profile and rich people from those that would bring them harm and threaten them. He never killed anyone unless forced to or paid very very well for it. He also never killed women or children period. It was a decent time in his life always moving but not having to worry about where his next meal came from.
The War- He stayed out of the fray evolving the wolves and the vampires as much as possible. He did not see it as his business and so he left it alone. However the treatment Werewolves received from humans assaulted his pride and brought to his mind images and memories of New York when he grew up. He could not let that stand and as time wore on he saw in humanity a massive flaw to repeat its mistakes and took to the fight with ease slaughtering humans and vampires alike without care. This time in his life sunk him closer to being what he was as he grew up....a misguided hate monger. However he balances on the line for the moment but time can see him fall back on that path and only time will tell.
Present- At present Dean finds himself yearning for something more and it did not take long for him to figure out that what was driving him for more was his desire for a pack. He was a wolf after all and there social structure and nature called for this pack life. Hearing of Davis he currently seeks to join his pack and awaits a response on if he is to be accepted or not into the pack.
(Thought it would be interesting to give Davis the option to reject Dean and if its not a bother would like to Role-play it out with him. If I'm out of line please just send me a message and let me know. Didn't know if this was acceptable or not.)
- Extras-
Personality:Reserved and cold at first. Has a bit of a one sided attitude about everything. As time wears on he becomes more out spoken and expresses himself a bit more.
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Nick Name:None as of yet.
Race: Werewolf
Clan:N/A
Species:N/A
Gender:Male
Age:173
Appearance:Short brown hair covers the top of his head and a thin goatee sits upon his face. Light blue eyes peek out from lazy eyes which give him a constant tired look about him. Tattoos cover his arms and his back.
Weapon:Falcons Talons (Think wolverines claws but fitted so that they can be wielded brass knuckles protect the fist and are what the blades are connected to.), Kusari-Gama (Hand held Axe with a chain leading out from the handle that has a spiked metal ball attached to it.)
History:Dean Ronald Williams, Born August 11, 1837 in a broken home within a fast developing and hate filled New York city. He grew up in the time when Lincoln freed the slaves and the Irish began to immigrate due to the famine they faced. The people who were born in America treated the Irish and Africans with disdain and cruelty. The Irish did the Same to the African Americans and New York was a giant melting pot where it all took shape. This caused a young Dean to be exposed to violence,racism,hatred, and corruption at a very young age. All of these things played a huge part in his growing up and coupled with the savage beatings his father delivered onto his mother often he was bred into violence and destruction.
As he grew up he was a very troubled youth and growing up in a city with such hate and high crime rate it was an every day thing for people to be mugged and killed which made the life style all the more easy to fall into. Police were nothing more then men who stood on corners and watched for fires and made sure the rich were not robbed. The poor like him and his family were on there own. He himself was a thug at the age of 16 beating up other children for there earnings and mugging older men and women with his friends to take what they earned. This was the way he grew up and he would have continued however one night when his father was drunk and beating his mother Dean took the knife he used to rob others and proceeded to stab his father to death. The police arrived to find him on his knees covered in blood with the knife at his side. His mother took the blame for it and was hung while Dean was placed in a reform school.
Upon leaving the school not much had changed where he lived but the 5 years he spent inside calmed him and he missed out on the new tricks of the trade and most of the people he ran with were gone. He tried to get in with a few of the groups still around but he was used to being his own boss and doing things his own way and so he traveled out of New York taking what skills he did have and making his money this way.
June 1866- At 29 Dean found himself in a broken down house resting from a warm night and a lot of walking. He had a dream that night where his mother was hanging from the gallows and spoke to him about how her death was his fault and he should have left well enough alone. The nightmare got intense and jarred him from his sleep sitting up he looked around and jumped from the cot he had on the floor. Sitting in the corner was an attractive young woman in torn clothes and rags smiling at him. The talked for awhile before he offered her space on his cot thinking at the time he would get lucky by her choice or by rape if need be. They joke however was on him because while she did decide to sleep with him when it was all over she smiled and grew fangs and then all went black.
He awoke the next morning to find his money gone but no wounds of any kind on his body. He shrugged it off and left the house a few hours later vowing that if he saw the thieving bitch again he would end her life in a slow and painful way. That same day he found his way to a dock and stowed away on a ship unsure of the destination of the water vessel but didn't really care much where is went as long as it was away from here. The journey was long and by the time it docked in japan four of the crew was missing and he was the reason for it. He transformed a few hours before the ship docked and when it did he took off in his beastly form into the wild of japan and that is where he stayed for a very long time.
December, 1960- 94 years later and Dean had greatly changed for the better having gained great control over the monster within himself and having trained with a great martial artist within Japan that taught him discipline and various styles with which to fight. He still had terrible nightmares of his mother and her death but he found a great deal on control and learned how things were outside of New York's corruption and hatred. It gave him a better moral compass however it was still somewhat skewed. The time came to book passage back to America and so he did. Arriving there as a stowaway on a ship once more he set out to see the changes that had been made. He had to be careful as he had no form of identification as he was born over 100 years ago and so he had to lay low and survive off the land.
Radical changes had taken place but he adapted quickly and soon found work as an enforcer of types that protected high profile and rich people from those that would bring them harm and threaten them. He never killed anyone unless forced to or paid very very well for it. He also never killed women or children period. It was a decent time in his life always moving but not having to worry about where his next meal came from.
The War- He stayed out of the fray evolving the wolves and the vampires as much as possible. He did not see it as his business and so he left it alone. However the treatment Werewolves received from humans assaulted his pride and brought to his mind images and memories of New York when he grew up. He could not let that stand and as time wore on he saw in humanity a massive flaw to repeat its mistakes and took to the fight with ease slaughtering humans and vampires alike without care. This time in his life sunk him closer to being what he was as he grew up....a misguided hate monger. However he balances on the line for the moment but time can see him fall back on that path and only time will tell.
Present- At present Dean finds himself yearning for something more and it did not take long for him to figure out that what was driving him for more was his desire for a pack. He was a wolf after all and there social structure and nature called for this pack life. Hearing of Davis he currently seeks to join his pack and awaits a response on if he is to be accepted or not into the pack.
(Thought it would be interesting to give Davis the option to reject Dean and if its not a bother would like to Role-play it out with him. If I'm out of line please just send me a message and let me know. Didn't know if this was acceptable or not.)
- Extras-
Personality:Reserved and cold at first. Has a bit of a one sided attitude about everything. As time wears on he becomes more out spoken and expresses himself a bit more.
Pictures: