Delta Titus - Werewolf
Sept 15, 2013 9:43:50 GMT -6
Post by Delta Titus on Sept 15, 2013 9:43:50 GMT -6
Name: Titus Sterling Monroe
Nickname: Titus is fine, but I'm sure the ladies call me something different.
Age: Approximately around 1,500 years old | 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: VERY Straight
Occupation: Construction Worker
Appearance: As a tarnished beast, he holds the color of cigarette ashes, burned to a crisp and covered in a mix of both ashen dark grey and ebony black. Beneath the pelt holds the body of a man, standing stocky and tall, a lean muscled frame and torso to coup with what raged deep within and long toned legs for greater endurance to tread through the barren lands he escaped from. Though his travels were tough and the aging had completely put to an end, his features in both forms a just as charming as before. Across his back lay several scars from the forsaken night he was turned to the other side, a large scratch from the bite pieces directly over his right broadened shoulder. His walk proves his words, a slight swagger to resemble his attitude towards most. At the top of his angular jawed and pepper stubbled face sticks out a cowlick, smoothed hairstyle of dark hair much like his primal pelt only completely black instead of the ashen lines that coated his fur. He stands at most to be a perfectly edged six foot and four inches tall, pure muscle weighing in at an averaging 185lbs in his human form. His eyes brighten to a saffron yellow as a beast, but fade to a glowing golden brown as a man. Blessed by the sun, he was given the color of an Italian and Latin figure, kissed across his smooth skin to be copper painted.
Human Photo:
Race: Werewolf
Rank Requested: Delta
Specialization: Ability to shift into a beast.
Primal Form Photo:
Height: "6,0"ft | "11, 7"ft
Weight: 230lbs | 540lbs
Eye Color: Golden, but when he shifts it turns a vibrant saffron yellow.
Hair Color: Dark brown with swirls of black | Onyx with ashen lines.
Identifying Marks: Two bands tattoo around his upper arm and an Alpha tattoo between his shoulderblades| Small scar across his right shoulderblade, rarely seen.
Face Claim: Actor: Tyler Hoechlin
Personality: Over all to begin with, Titus is rather quiet, because, well, he hates talking to people, mostly because he doesn't care. In some cases you will receive a nice conversation with the male, but it would take a lot to prove yourself worthy to him in order to get his attention. Now, for a woman, its a whole another story, for he is a flirt by heart, cocky more than anything and he isn't afraid to show off what he's been gifted with either. Even as a Delta, he's known as the prankster, the troublemaker some may say, but he tries to make up with it by taking his rank seriously.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Habits: Has a history of being a heartbreaker, and he doesn't stay in one place for fairly long because he gets bored quickly. He naturally is over protective of certain things, especially women, but in some cases, if that is you've actually proved yourself to him, then he would take it seriously in the matter of hands to protect them as well. He has a sleeping problem, in which would then make him unable to pay attention most of the time during the day, and sometimes this affects his human life at his job. Titus also has the tendency to get into every fight possible, no matter the size, race, or situation.
History: Born and raised to be best to carry on the family’s name in work, he grew to be a fine worker and quite the charmer to the ladies. From the start, Titus had taken on a flirtatious personality and boyish charm towards the females that worked within his village during the harsher times of the 1200’s. He inherited most of his father’s side, growing stronger by each passing day as he grew into his years of becoming a full grown man. By then, there was no technologies like today, so picking up on things and the ways of education was limited to most of which could not afford or find at all. Titus, named specifically for its meaning of ‘defender’, became stronger suited in the fighting area, keeping enemies away from the small village and learning to shoot and hunt with a bow and arrow to soon be evolved to weaponry like today’s. There were more of the hunters like him, keeping their home away from the vile creatures that said to of roamed the land during the nights and was the reason behind the decrease in food.
One one night of one of their group hunts, the top few hunters, including Titus, took on the search for finding one of the creatures that had been eating all their prey. It was the dead center hitting of midnight, the air filled with the smell of lush, newly pure dew and overhead shown the full moon that reflected into human male’s golden hues. The shoes, which were only of a few straps and woven cloth dampened inside the grass as he stride across it and hid behind trees. A case of a few, lucky spade arrows across his back and the bow held tightly by its handle in his strengthened grasp. A bloodied howl rose through the area, stretching closely. He looked to the few that was part of the search, only seeing one and attempting to get his attention and flea as the sounds of claws crushing branches stepped closer. The male, of which he barely knew, stared at him with wide eyes and mouthed ‘what?’ but all Titus could do was remain still behind the large trunk. Using it to his advantage, he flipped out his knife and used it to climb up the tree slowly, only to then get to the closest branch for his feet as the sounds of growls echoed from the darkness within the trees surrounding them. They were miles out from the village, what was there that he could do but shoot, what he thought, was a wolf or some large beast headed their way?
Swift flashes of white darted passed the tree below, leaving a set of scratches on the sides of the trunk that he was standing on. It acted like a ghost, whatever ‘it’ was for that fact of opinion. Whatever it was, it was fast and if he knew better, it was more than likely able to take out their village without a warning to be made. Another snarl roared, but the direction lead him no where but the idea to run and retreat, but what all would that bring? More danger to the village and his family? He then waited for the beast to make an appearance, growing furious as time passed and he bellowed, “Come out here and get me, damn it!” Titus then swung down, realizing one of the men that was standing at the other side had now vanished and he was left alone in the darkness, heart beat wildly pumping behind his hard, muscled chest. It was exceptionally cold for the evening, and when he breathed heavily out from his nose, it appear as if he were a fire-breathing dragon, fuming from his flared nostrils with eyes light of a golden glow. Secretly he was scared inside, knowing he could die today for being out there, but remained composed and looked for an escape or ways of exiting if the thing were to charge. Just as he was about to use one of them he had discovered, it came from the same direction, standing on not four, but two legs. Its eyes burned a sapphire blue and stood at almost a few feet taller than him, a body of man, but the pelt of a ivory white wolf.
Blood dripped from its muzzle, where it came from he wished not to know, across the beast’s side was wound that was slowly repairing back to normal, two large sunken in marks towards the center of the thin layer of growing skin covering it. The beast had similarities as him as well as his family; lack of sources. They were both starving, though it made him wonder terribly if this were the last resort in having human flesh. Titus quickly ran, using his experience to a key and twisting his body as he loaded his arrow and fired, failing as it brushed passed the white monster’s thigh. He cursed under his breath, panting as he ran to his best, ducking behind a tree and shooting again to this time succeed and catch its leg with one of the spaded arrows. It seemed to of barely been affected by the choice of weapon, only a slight whimper to whisper from its lips as it yanked it free and bit it into half. He watched the creature raise its muzzle and sniff the air, widening his own eyes and sprinting off as he realized it was tracking him. He couldn’t go back to the village, he needed shelter, his life was on the line, and so were many more of which he cared about. A little sister that still hasn’t learned how to ride a horse, a family in need of medicine of which they couldn’t find at that time of year. Titus kept his speed from faltering off balance, looking to the ground and jumping over the things that could easily lead him to fall and give the animal an advantage. Just as he thought he was could to be free like before, things turned and the pounding steps of the werewolf thundered in his ears, the growl only making it worse for his concentration of footing. He didn’t pay attention as the white figure moved to his side, causing him to trip over one of the large oak roots and hit his head against the ground hard. Titus tried to scramble to his feet but the beast crushed him into the floor, the sound of certain bones cracking as he groaned in agony. Claws raked down his back and the feel of striking pain pinched into his right shoulder, liquid spilling over his body and thin material of clothing. As he struggled to get free, his shoulder burned horribly, causing him to scream even louder with no one to hear or come to his rescue. Some of the substance had gotten onto his tongue as he tried to look back and swat the monster that held his hold with its claws, finding it was no use in even trying. Soon his vision blurred, red splotches corned into his vision and he sooner than later passed out on the leafy ground.
When Titus awoken, he found himself lost with what had happened, waking up covered in his own blood and a large bite mark in his shoulder, as well as open wounds over his back. Everything to of seen to of changed to him, his senses were heightened and he felt stronger, almost invincible to the mind and body. The medicine man in their village had seen him shortly after he returned, stitching up the deep wounds and taking a sample of a clear liquid that was still fresh inside the bites. It wasn’t the greatest surprise to him when one of the Elders came to see him, but what did cause him to be unsettled was she instantly said he was cursed once she had seen the marks bitten into his shoulderblade. When the ‘rumor’ broke out within the village, the elder woman persuaded them to believe that he was to be a beast for the rest of his life. Others told her she was crazy, but a majority praised upon it to believe the wiser woman. A mob ran him out of the small town that night, a growl rising from his throat and soon worked to tremble his entire body. Soon enough, Titus was covered in ebony and dark grey hair from every skin particle upon his body, his mouth bellowing as it elongated into a snout and his gums shred open as the teeth with it grew to outstanding, frightening lengths. His hands and long claws dove into the earth for more agility, running at great speed. Into the night, he howled a slow, sad song...
Father: Harrison Monroe| Status: Deceased
Mother: Elena Monroe| Status: Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Spouse/Mate: N/A
Offspring: None of which he knows of...
Pets: N/A
Other Important People: N/A
Joining Keys: Joining keys removed.. you know the rest. ~Alpha Lucian
What Would You Like To Be Called?
Kia, JuJu Doll, Junebug, Eden, Delilah, KenKen, GareBear, Tavi... the list goes on.. doesn't really matter.
What Other Sites Do You Play On?
Lunari Addunt, Age of the Wolves, The Lost Ones, Havens Grove, Soulless Guardians, Souls of the Unknown & Incandescence.
What Characters Do You Play?
Age of the Wolves: Beta Juno, Apprentice Apollo.
The Lost Ones: Alphess Noctavia, Guardian Alexander, Doctor Vitani.
Souls of the Unknown: Lydia Haven
Havens Grove: Warrior Tragedy, Warrior Jasper
Soulless Guardians: Dark-Hunter Xavier
Incandescence: Guardian Altair
How Long Have You Been RPing?
Since November of 2012
Do You Have Any Other Characters Here?
Regina Eden & Delta Titus
Will You Refer Us To Friends? Hell yeah!
Nickname: Titus is fine, but I'm sure the ladies call me something different.
Age: Approximately around 1,500 years old | 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: VERY Straight
Occupation: Construction Worker
Appearance: As a tarnished beast, he holds the color of cigarette ashes, burned to a crisp and covered in a mix of both ashen dark grey and ebony black. Beneath the pelt holds the body of a man, standing stocky and tall, a lean muscled frame and torso to coup with what raged deep within and long toned legs for greater endurance to tread through the barren lands he escaped from. Though his travels were tough and the aging had completely put to an end, his features in both forms a just as charming as before. Across his back lay several scars from the forsaken night he was turned to the other side, a large scratch from the bite pieces directly over his right broadened shoulder. His walk proves his words, a slight swagger to resemble his attitude towards most. At the top of his angular jawed and pepper stubbled face sticks out a cowlick, smoothed hairstyle of dark hair much like his primal pelt only completely black instead of the ashen lines that coated his fur. He stands at most to be a perfectly edged six foot and four inches tall, pure muscle weighing in at an averaging 185lbs in his human form. His eyes brighten to a saffron yellow as a beast, but fade to a glowing golden brown as a man. Blessed by the sun, he was given the color of an Italian and Latin figure, kissed across his smooth skin to be copper painted.
Human Photo:
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-Race: Werewolf
Rank Requested: Delta
Specialization: Ability to shift into a beast.
Primal Form Photo:
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-Height: "6,0"ft | "11, 7"ft
Weight: 230lbs | 540lbs
Eye Color: Golden, but when he shifts it turns a vibrant saffron yellow.
Hair Color: Dark brown with swirls of black | Onyx with ashen lines.
Identifying Marks: Two bands tattoo around his upper arm and an Alpha tattoo between his shoulderblades| Small scar across his right shoulderblade, rarely seen.
Face Claim: Actor: Tyler Hoechlin
Personality: Over all to begin with, Titus is rather quiet, because, well, he hates talking to people, mostly because he doesn't care. In some cases you will receive a nice conversation with the male, but it would take a lot to prove yourself worthy to him in order to get his attention. Now, for a woman, its a whole another story, for he is a flirt by heart, cocky more than anything and he isn't afraid to show off what he's been gifted with either. Even as a Delta, he's known as the prankster, the troublemaker some may say, but he tries to make up with it by taking his rank seriously.
Likes:
- Isolated areas with little civilization
- Working independently on his own
- Flirting
- Getting things done properly without being bothered
- Pranking packmembers
- Horror movies
Dislikes:
- People
- Chick flicks
- Waiting in lines
- Portable bathrooms
- The really creepy guys that sit in the corner of strip clubs.
- Babies
Habits: Has a history of being a heartbreaker, and he doesn't stay in one place for fairly long because he gets bored quickly. He naturally is over protective of certain things, especially women, but in some cases, if that is you've actually proved yourself to him, then he would take it seriously in the matter of hands to protect them as well. He has a sleeping problem, in which would then make him unable to pay attention most of the time during the day, and sometimes this affects his human life at his job. Titus also has the tendency to get into every fight possible, no matter the size, race, or situation.
History: Born and raised to be best to carry on the family’s name in work, he grew to be a fine worker and quite the charmer to the ladies. From the start, Titus had taken on a flirtatious personality and boyish charm towards the females that worked within his village during the harsher times of the 1200’s. He inherited most of his father’s side, growing stronger by each passing day as he grew into his years of becoming a full grown man. By then, there was no technologies like today, so picking up on things and the ways of education was limited to most of which could not afford or find at all. Titus, named specifically for its meaning of ‘defender’, became stronger suited in the fighting area, keeping enemies away from the small village and learning to shoot and hunt with a bow and arrow to soon be evolved to weaponry like today’s. There were more of the hunters like him, keeping their home away from the vile creatures that said to of roamed the land during the nights and was the reason behind the decrease in food.
One one night of one of their group hunts, the top few hunters, including Titus, took on the search for finding one of the creatures that had been eating all their prey. It was the dead center hitting of midnight, the air filled with the smell of lush, newly pure dew and overhead shown the full moon that reflected into human male’s golden hues. The shoes, which were only of a few straps and woven cloth dampened inside the grass as he stride across it and hid behind trees. A case of a few, lucky spade arrows across his back and the bow held tightly by its handle in his strengthened grasp. A bloodied howl rose through the area, stretching closely. He looked to the few that was part of the search, only seeing one and attempting to get his attention and flea as the sounds of claws crushing branches stepped closer. The male, of which he barely knew, stared at him with wide eyes and mouthed ‘what?’ but all Titus could do was remain still behind the large trunk. Using it to his advantage, he flipped out his knife and used it to climb up the tree slowly, only to then get to the closest branch for his feet as the sounds of growls echoed from the darkness within the trees surrounding them. They were miles out from the village, what was there that he could do but shoot, what he thought, was a wolf or some large beast headed their way?
Swift flashes of white darted passed the tree below, leaving a set of scratches on the sides of the trunk that he was standing on. It acted like a ghost, whatever ‘it’ was for that fact of opinion. Whatever it was, it was fast and if he knew better, it was more than likely able to take out their village without a warning to be made. Another snarl roared, but the direction lead him no where but the idea to run and retreat, but what all would that bring? More danger to the village and his family? He then waited for the beast to make an appearance, growing furious as time passed and he bellowed, “Come out here and get me, damn it!” Titus then swung down, realizing one of the men that was standing at the other side had now vanished and he was left alone in the darkness, heart beat wildly pumping behind his hard, muscled chest. It was exceptionally cold for the evening, and when he breathed heavily out from his nose, it appear as if he were a fire-breathing dragon, fuming from his flared nostrils with eyes light of a golden glow. Secretly he was scared inside, knowing he could die today for being out there, but remained composed and looked for an escape or ways of exiting if the thing were to charge. Just as he was about to use one of them he had discovered, it came from the same direction, standing on not four, but two legs. Its eyes burned a sapphire blue and stood at almost a few feet taller than him, a body of man, but the pelt of a ivory white wolf.
Blood dripped from its muzzle, where it came from he wished not to know, across the beast’s side was wound that was slowly repairing back to normal, two large sunken in marks towards the center of the thin layer of growing skin covering it. The beast had similarities as him as well as his family; lack of sources. They were both starving, though it made him wonder terribly if this were the last resort in having human flesh. Titus quickly ran, using his experience to a key and twisting his body as he loaded his arrow and fired, failing as it brushed passed the white monster’s thigh. He cursed under his breath, panting as he ran to his best, ducking behind a tree and shooting again to this time succeed and catch its leg with one of the spaded arrows. It seemed to of barely been affected by the choice of weapon, only a slight whimper to whisper from its lips as it yanked it free and bit it into half. He watched the creature raise its muzzle and sniff the air, widening his own eyes and sprinting off as he realized it was tracking him. He couldn’t go back to the village, he needed shelter, his life was on the line, and so were many more of which he cared about. A little sister that still hasn’t learned how to ride a horse, a family in need of medicine of which they couldn’t find at that time of year. Titus kept his speed from faltering off balance, looking to the ground and jumping over the things that could easily lead him to fall and give the animal an advantage. Just as he thought he was could to be free like before, things turned and the pounding steps of the werewolf thundered in his ears, the growl only making it worse for his concentration of footing. He didn’t pay attention as the white figure moved to his side, causing him to trip over one of the large oak roots and hit his head against the ground hard. Titus tried to scramble to his feet but the beast crushed him into the floor, the sound of certain bones cracking as he groaned in agony. Claws raked down his back and the feel of striking pain pinched into his right shoulder, liquid spilling over his body and thin material of clothing. As he struggled to get free, his shoulder burned horribly, causing him to scream even louder with no one to hear or come to his rescue. Some of the substance had gotten onto his tongue as he tried to look back and swat the monster that held his hold with its claws, finding it was no use in even trying. Soon his vision blurred, red splotches corned into his vision and he sooner than later passed out on the leafy ground.
When Titus awoken, he found himself lost with what had happened, waking up covered in his own blood and a large bite mark in his shoulder, as well as open wounds over his back. Everything to of seen to of changed to him, his senses were heightened and he felt stronger, almost invincible to the mind and body. The medicine man in their village had seen him shortly after he returned, stitching up the deep wounds and taking a sample of a clear liquid that was still fresh inside the bites. It wasn’t the greatest surprise to him when one of the Elders came to see him, but what did cause him to be unsettled was she instantly said he was cursed once she had seen the marks bitten into his shoulderblade. When the ‘rumor’ broke out within the village, the elder woman persuaded them to believe that he was to be a beast for the rest of his life. Others told her she was crazy, but a majority praised upon it to believe the wiser woman. A mob ran him out of the small town that night, a growl rising from his throat and soon worked to tremble his entire body. Soon enough, Titus was covered in ebony and dark grey hair from every skin particle upon his body, his mouth bellowing as it elongated into a snout and his gums shred open as the teeth with it grew to outstanding, frightening lengths. His hands and long claws dove into the earth for more agility, running at great speed. Into the night, he howled a slow, sad song...
Father: Harrison Monroe| Status: Deceased
Mother: Elena Monroe| Status: Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Spouse/Mate: N/A
Offspring: None of which he knows of...
Pets: N/A
Other Important People: N/A
Joining Keys: Joining keys removed.. you know the rest. ~Alpha Lucian
OUT OF CHARACTER
How Did You Find Lunari Addunt?
I'm one of the Admins.
I'm one of the Admins.
What Would You Like To Be Called?
Kia, JuJu Doll, Junebug, Eden, Delilah, KenKen, GareBear, Tavi... the list goes on.. doesn't really matter.
What Other Sites Do You Play On?
Lunari Addunt, Age of the Wolves, The Lost Ones, Havens Grove, Soulless Guardians, Souls of the Unknown & Incandescence.
What Characters Do You Play?
Age of the Wolves: Beta Juno, Apprentice Apollo.
The Lost Ones: Alphess Noctavia, Guardian Alexander, Doctor Vitani.
Souls of the Unknown: Lydia Haven
Havens Grove: Warrior Tragedy, Warrior Jasper
Soulless Guardians: Dark-Hunter Xavier
Incandescence: Guardian Altair
How Long Have You Been RPing?
Since November of 2012
Do You Have Any Other Characters Here?
Regina Eden & Delta Titus
Will You Refer Us To Friends? Hell yeah!
