I had no idea what to do for the lycanthrope 'wolf beast' form so I took the liberty to use an image in the other appearance section. Pretty much I image that it crosses human and wolf while mostly resembling wolf it's fur is patchy and limbs disproportionate. It can stand but normally is on all fours.
Bartholomew Whitlock
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Tholo, Beast of Erehwon
Age: 35
Gender: Male
DOB: 24th October 1982
Occupation: Auto Mechanic in Town
Race: Lycanthrope
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: light bluish gray
Height and Build: 6'1, Athletic, well toned
Other Appearance:
History/bio: Bartholomew Whitlock or Tholo lived a mundane life. He had grown up in a relatively small town in the state of Montana but had aspired as he got older to travel the states and see all its sites. Upon his final year of college at the age of 24, he did just that and went forth into the world. For a year he traveled across the country making new friends and trying new experiences yet one place had oddly stuck out to him to which he moved to and that was Erehwon in Vermont, when it came time to settle on a place to live and start working he choose that little town buying a house slightly outside the towns limits near the edge of some woods. For three years he lived in his home with little problem, enjoying his job as a car mechanic.
The trigger that cause the beast within him to come to life was a simple car accident that happened on the 15th of July 2010 (age would be 27, few months before turning 28). It had been a dark night with a terrible thunderstorm making visibility poor for anyone caught in the mess. Tholo had been on his way home when a drunken driver had crossed over the median and hit Tholo's vehicle head on. Tragically the man of the other vehicle had not worn a seat belt and was launched from his vehicle through his windshield, bouncing off of Tholo's hood before crashing to the pavement. The coroner had stated the man more then likely died on impact with the windshield. Fate did not seem to care how the man died, accident or not, as the next full moon would reveal.
With the full moon after the accident came around all Tholo remembered from that night was agonizing pain while making his way to bed and then waking up in some strange part of the woods with no clothes and the decomposing carcass of what remained of a deer. Horrified at the site he had ran off before assessing the situation. He only ran a few hundred yards before luckily coming across a road. He appeared to remain in the same town as he found the street name and was able to find his way home. His home had been in a mess on return. The back door was ripped from the frame, the living area turn apart along with the kitchen and dinning area.
He had no explanation on what had caused all the damages to his house. He had to hire someone out for repairs, making up the story that his house had been robbed while he slept. The repairmen seemed to of bought it and went to work. The truth wouldn't come to Tholo until after the second full moon. Before that he chalked most of the recent changes to him with seasonal changes or perhaps overworking himself (first night of the new moon). The second change had him awaken in another part of the woods with a stranger holding a gun towards him. That was when Tholo learned that the world was a bit bigger then he once thought. The stranger had stated that they had found him reverting back from what he had called a beast. The stranger called Tholo a lycanthrope. Tholo also learned the stranger himself was a Fae and had simply been wandering the woods when stumbling across him. Once feeling he had given Tholo as much as he needed to know, the stranger up and left seemingly disappearing into the woods.
Since that day Tholo tried to learn as much as he could on the new world he had been thrown into. For seven years he has lived with his curse, developing his routine. After learning of the beast underneath the skin, he withdrew into himself becoming quick to anger and preferring to be left alone. To keep the beast from hurting anyone usually before the full moon reaches the sky he leaves town, far enough away that he knows no one will find him. He has heard of the school but has hesitated on getting any assistance from there.
Family/Relationships: James Whitlock - Father Katalina Whitlock - Mother Nathaniel Whitlock - Brother
@Sazama Anya is accepted. As for her sister would you like her to be placed under the Wanted Ads, making her adoptable, or not?
@Argetlam350 So he first changed when he was 28 years old, and has since figured out he is a werewolf? Or is this a first time thing, and he has no idea what the hell is going on? If he did change when he was 28 then he will have been dealing with his affliction for about 7 years. Has he figured out about the supernatural world?
Hmm also an interesting thing about Dragons blood being able to be turned into a drug.. So on the one hand, dragons can turn themselves into walking talking drug dealers, on the other hand, doesn't that also put them at risk of being trafficked? Some particularly dangerous individuals decide that they're gonna kidnap dragons and bleed them dry so they can use the blood to make drugs- doesn't matter if the dragon dies, because they just come back to life.
Good question! Avians are adept at shifting and can shift into their complete bird or fully human form easily. They can also shift themselves anywhere inbetween the two forms. Such as have a bird body with a human head, like how traditional harpies are depicted. Most Avians prefer to keep their large wings when in human form, so they can retain their flight abilities. When I say adept I mean extreamly good at it. For instance, they can turn their fingernails into talons effortlessly; Shift just their eyes to use their excellent bird vision at will, and so on.
Oh wow! This was very helpful! Thank you so much~ I will definitely be working on an Avians CS and will hopefully have it finished sometime this weekend. ^_^
Valon is not what some would consider anything special, in fact when it comes to appearance he hardly worth glancing at twice. Standing at a rather average height of 5'11" he is hardly seen as a threat. His body has no obvious muscle mass, he does not sport a six pack or ungodly abs, in fact some might say he is rather thin for his size. His eye's, well, his eye's are probably what people will notice the most, they are a dark shade of olive green and they do seem to give off a glow. His eyes are accented by darkened skin that had been mistaken for eyeliner but is natural. His hair is a natural shade of lightened brown, kept short, messy, and always around the forehead and a light beard upon his face that is never too heavy. The second most noticeable attribute to Valon would be the tattoo's if by chance one saw them underneath his clothing. His arms are a torrent of black thick chains, from wrist to shoulder ancient cracked chains are etched into his arms crudely, each link of the chain depicting spikes and in the center of each link, writing in an unknown language. On his back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade are symbols, each one different and each one with different meaning. On the back of his neck between the symbols is the tattoo of the Guardians pulling it all together.
Valon is not known for his style nor does he care to keep with what you would call the current trend. Coming from and older era his clothes symbolize, at least in appearance the time he came from and not the time he currently resides in. Some would classify his outfits as Gothic or steampunk in nature. His clothes will often change from day to day in this same style. The only things that do not change is the cross in which he wears around his neck and the rings on his fingers.
His voice is very rough, a lot like sandpaper rubbing against sand paper, it is often lightly accented and has a chilling tone to it. One would not say its level was demonic but his voice is deep and often times emotionless.
"I was born over 3700 years ago to a loving mother who coveted me as if I was the savior of the world itself. Life was for the most part... simple like any life is growing up in a time where there was nothing. It is almost funny how far the world has advanced, how convenient things have become in these times. Anyways, life was simple, I was just a normal child living a normal life, at least... that's what I thought anyways. It seemed the older I got the more it became apparent that I was far from normal, I had a power, one in which I could control others. It came at a cost I learned, but I could bring anybody under my control. My mother often chastised me about using that power, she would get so mad and punish me for it and I never understood why... at least until the night they came.
Two things happened to me that night, one my mother revealed to me that I was something called a half Mezmer, some kind of Demon and my father whom I never knew was a full Mezmer. The second thing that happened was my mother was killed. At first I did not understand why they had killed, but over time I came to learn that someone had found out about my ability, and knowing this full well my mother sacrificed her life by making them think it was her who had done it. I remember... I remember watching them burn her alive to appease some God to rid themselves of evil. This... well... this was my first great pain of three, that set me on a course of Vengeance for many years and lead to my changing.
They say that monsters are not born, but they are made and in my case this was quite true. After my mother was killed I had no one and nothing. The people who had killed her shunned me as a child of a devil worshiper but did not kill me, why I do not know but perhaps because I was so young at the time. I was lost in this world.. until the day I meant my father. He had heard of what had happened to my mother, so he came for me and took me away from those lands and told me who I really was, what I really was and should I desire, one day, what I could become. The pieces fell into place even at my age it began to make sense, and I loathed my father for he did not help my mother and I cursed his name. I pushed him away, I wanted nothing to do with him or what I was, up until that moment it had brought me nothing but pain.
Years seemed to trickle by, I grew up alone, fending for myself, refusing to be what my father said I could be. But alas it is not easy to grow up alone and young and to have nothing to your name, I was starving and I had to do it. I had to use that power so I could get food. This was the very cataclysm to my second greatest pain. They had seen it, someone, a Hunter, my very first recollection of their cursed existence. I did not know it than but they knew what I was and because of that my life was meant to end for they suffered no abomination like me. That hunter followed me with the intent to kill me and had he been left to his own devices he just might have. But my father... I learned he had never left my side but stayed in the shadows watching over me, helping me where I wouldn't notice. When the Hunter tried to kill me he stepped between me and him and... in the end... sacrificed himself for my being. I can still see that Hunter chopping his head off, I can still feel that pain in my chest, I can still hear the words he spoke to me before he told me to run.
Find love son for that is what will change the cursed fate I have layed upon you. I WILL die for you like I would have died for her.
I should have just left but I stayed just close enough to see him die, my second greatest pain, learning my father loved me only to see him die before it could matter. I ran from there that rainy night, far as I could, my heart was breaking, my anger was building, I was losing myself and there I could do... at least in my current state. The images played in my head day after day and every time I slept, if I had been strong I could have stopped it. I remember the night it happened, the night I decided that I would suffer it no more, that I would become the monster they wanted me to be. It had been years since my father died and many more since my mother. The hunter tracked me all those years, I only able to elude him, just barely every time but I knew he would kill me or die trying. The memories plagued me, the people scorned me, the Hunter tries to kill me, the world hates my existence so I would GIVE them something to HATE!
The blade was cold and I could its bitter sting as its tip pierced my chest, I could feel it press beyond my rib cage and slice into the heart I no longer desired. I felt deaths cold grasp take me, but... it was only momentary, I felt my humanity SLIP away, felt it LEAVE me and the monster that I tried so hard to not become became MY only FRIEND! Rage, hatred, malice, blood... Blood... BLOOD! He came for me... oh yes he came for me one...Last...TIME! The Hunter who had plagued me and killed my FATHER! He was not expecting what he found, he did not suspect that I had lay the trap for him. I still laugh when I remember his face, the face of a man who was afraid for his miserable MORTAL life! I relished heaving his head his shoulders, ripping it away, grinning like a mad beast savoring the kill. For the first time in entire existence I felt POWER and I felt SATISFIED!
That was the start of it all, that was start of many hundreds of years of death that I brought upon this miserable wretched plain of existence. Wars... so many wars waged by men for power, for love, for conquest, for money, for human... greed. Every single one I was there among the chaos exacting my fill for blood, the fools... never any the wiser to what I truly was, never caring as long as I slayed their enemies and won their battles, while all the time, slitting their throats while they slept. I was now the plague upon this world and they would run FROM ME! It was like this for what felt like Eon's, I honed my skills, I honed my abilities and I used them all! An than... just like that... it all changed... with just the look of one mortal females eye's.
I had saved her unknowingly to me when I killed a bunch of marauders who were plundering her home for food during one of the many wars. She was... so beautiful that even my blood lust ran cold just in the sight of her and I could not understand why. My thoughts of death and revenge, my anger seemed to subside when she looked into my eye's and I into hers. A moment that only lasted second had been the catalyst to not only my changing but also to my third and greatest, of all the pains, I have endured in my long existence. I did not understand what my father meant when he said Love could change my cursed fate, but I finally did, I realized that no matter what I was or what I had done I was more than a demon. I had once had humanity and I could have it again if I chose to let go of my pain, my anger, my revenge.
Even though I did not know him I believe he knew the path my existence would take me, and he said the words, the only words that could one day take me from that path that only had but one end. I loved her and she loved me and together we had a son, a son I treasured more than anything I have known in this world. The hatred was still there, the cruelty in my heart, the rage, but she could control it almost effortlessly. They say that nothing good can last forever and this holds true, but I only wish it could have lasted longer. The night they died... I wasn't there, my son was sick and he needed medicine and while I was away... the Hunters had come, revenge for their fallen brother from so many years ago still strong within their blood lines.
They did not find me but my family instead... they killed them... both of them... they took them hostage to draw me in... so they could kill them and exploit the one thing that could weaken me... a weakness I never knew I had... sadness. I don't remember that night very well, only brief images of blood and screaming and I am not sure I want to remember it ever. I blacked out for the first time in my life and when I awoke, my son, my wife and the Hunter were dead. My body was severely wounded and I myself was probably at one point close to death if there is such a thing. My third and greatest pain... the loss of the people that I loved in this whole existence... gone.
I was no longer the same after that, I tried to go back to killing to take away the anger I felt within myself, but every time I tried I could see her face, her eye's. After so long I realized that there was no healing for me now and that killing endlessly would not bring her or my son back. She had known... she knew from the start what I was, I did not know how but she knew and she loved me anyways. Telling me that I could take a different path than the one I lead. That I could... be better than the monster I told myself I was and had to be. So many years I wondered this world... almost living in a place between, trying to find some kind of meaning, trying keep my emotions in check if not for myself than for her memory.
I had lost all purpose and for the longest time I was just an empty shell and even now I probably still am, however... I did find purpose again. Its funny how one who hated this world and in some ways still does is now one that helps to protect others within it. There have been many that have wondered how a Mezmer could care enough, be virtuous enough to be a Guardian. An in some ways I do not know, my path has been wrought with blood and carnage, death and pain, sadness and regret. But maybe, just maybe that is why I made it, why I passed the tests, why they looked upon me and did not reject me right than and there.
The older one gets human or otherwise, the more clarity they can possess, the more wisdom they can obtain. I have come to see that evil is not what you are or will be, but is decided by the acts in which you commit and the reasons for committing them. I am a demon and I am far from human anymore, and everyday is a struggle to hold onto the demon... the man she wanted me to be and the man I wanted our son to be. I will walk this path and continue to walk it for them, there is no way I will ever find redemption but I can and will make sure that others do not suffer the same fate as I. I may hate this world and I may hate others, hell I may even hate myself, but I will protect them from the shadows because this is the path I was always meant to walk."
History About thirty years ago, in a lonely russian village named Vyatskoe, is where Nikita Jr.’s story began. There was a signal for help from this lonely village, the type that the then in place soviet union would never respond to. It would’ve been futile regardless, for this was a special call, one that needed a special kind of help. Fortunately for Vyatskoe, both of the individuals who came to their aid were exactly the kind of help they needed.
For there was a wolfbeast rampaging it’s way through the village, and these individuals were Nikita Bello Sr. and Vanessa Korikov: two skilled hunters and the parents of Nikita Jr. They fought the wolfbeast together, and after disposing of the unfortunate lycanthrope, they joined together to face their supernatural perils together. Four years later, they’re married; The next year Nikita Jr. is born.
Nikita Jr. was raised primarily in Moscow, where his parents decided to settle. Their days of chasing supernatural monsters through the countryside had left them with a decent amount of money saved, and they were able to survive off payments for hunting weaker local monsters.
Nikita went to Primary, Basic General, and Secondary school all without incident, where he got his high school degree. While he was not particularly odd, he was never the most popular in school and thus only had a few close friends. Nikita Jr. was an average student, but was extremely industrious. He never missed a homework in his entire school career.
From the first days he could talk, Nikita was taught by both of his parents what he was going to do in the future : Hunt the Supernatural. They told him stories of the very worst of the supernatural, as to be expected for the son of a Korikov, and Nikita Jr. developed a very prejudiced and negative view of anything supernatural.
From the first days Nikita could walk, he was trained to hunt the supernatural. Every day, after school, Nikita would be trained by either his mother or father for several hours. They would do everything from physical training, to teaching him about specific monsters weaknesses, to mock trials where he would have to dispose of make believe creatures. Sometimes, they would even bring him on a hunt, and eventually, they would allow him to participate. By the time Nikita was sixteen, he was a skilled enough hunter to kill some of the weaker supernatural on his own.
The most shaping experience for Nikita in his youth was also at this point, where he had just began to hunt on his own. While tracking down what he believed to be a vampire in Moscow, Nikita came face to face with a female Arachne Demon. Having absolutely no way to combat this demon, Nikita was overpowered and captured where he was imprisoned along with several others for three days. The Arachne had brought him to what was essentially their pantry. Unfortunately for this Demon, Nikita’s parents were now veterans. They (relatively) quickly tracked down the Arachne and killed them at no harm to Nikita. However, this experience morphed Nikita’s view of all supernatural from prejudice to animosity, especially at Arachne.
Once Nikita was eighteen, his training was more or less finished. Because he no longer had a reason to stay at home, and was such an industrious worker, he applied to and was accepted full ride at an American business school. He wanted to learn business, for his animosity for the supernatural was so great that he wished to kill on his own volition. Even just relying on paid work to hunt down supernatural beasts was not enough for Nikita, as he would have to focus on the beasts he was paid to kill rather than the supernatural as a whole.
While he was in college, he continued to vigorously work and hunt, and graduated with highest honors.
Now, Nikita is a hunter in peak condition. While he is not as skilled as his parents, he is physically a stronger specimen. His ability, honed through his experience, is enough that he can reasonably hunt weaker to average demons. He supports himself through day trading, which has allowed him to live comfortably without straying too far from hunting.
He moved to an apartment in Erewhon due to the apparent concentration of supernatural. Having truly become a Korikov, he plans to make life for the supernatural there hell.
Family/Relationships Nikita Bello - Father | 53 | Human Hunter | Russia Vanessa Korikova - Mother | 50 | Human Hunter | Russia Zach Korikov - Brother | 22 | Human | Russia