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BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

Tekhin, of Su-Congro

-NAME-

Tekhin

-GENDER-

Male

-SPECIES-

Matoran

-DESCRIPTION-

Tekhin is a rather blunt Matoran who probably shares his opinion of others a bit more then he should. He figures getting straight to the point of things is better then walking over eggshells even if it agitate others. This bluntness and seriousness of him has for the most part left the Su-Matoran with few friends. He's adjusted to the solitary lifestyle for the most part, focusing primarily on his job which keeps him busy most days with all the scrap there is that needs to get melted down. In his spare time when not melting down scrap, any interesting things that he might of found he tinkers with. While nothing probably comes from his tinkering it relaxes him.

Despite his seemingly cold shouldered nature, he can be a rather cheerful matoran, it's just a rare sight to see due to the few friends he does have.

-APPEARANCE-

Tekhin stands about average height with his fellow Su-Matoran, though perhaps a bit broader then most. His mask is orange while the upper portion of his armor on his body is mostly white with a few blacks stripes across his chest with orange hands. The armor on his legs is orange while his feet are white. The parts of him that aren't covered in armor are black. Eyes are yellow in color.

-ELEMENT-

Plasma

-MASK-

Kanohi Pakari | Mask of Strength (Powerless)

-OCCUPATION-

Tove, like numerous other Su-Matoran, is a scrap smelter. Either bartering with others for what they find among all the piles of junk, or looking himself to later smelt down what he can to sell to others or ship off. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it.

-TOOLS-

A hammer he got from a Fe-Matoran that's usually used with smithing. Being able to flatten out the smelted metals has proven useful.

-RELATIONSHIPS-

TO BE DETERMINED

-Journal-

Journal Log 0

-BAG-

Few pieces of scrap (x3)
A small pouch usually for any interesting findings in junk piles (x1)

BIONICLE: Spirits of Kongero Nui

Tekhin, of Su-Congro

-NAME-

Tekhin

-GENDER-

Male

-SPECIES-

Matoran

-DESCRIPTION-

Tekhin is a rather blunt Matoran who probably shares his opinion of others a bit more then he should. He figures getting straight to the point of things is better then walking over eggshells even if it agitate others. This bluntness and seriousness of him has for the most part left the Su-Matoran with few friends. He's adjusted to the solitary lifestyle for the most part, focusing primarily on his job which keeps him busy most days with all the scrap there is that needs to get melted down. In his spare time when not melting down scrap, any interesting things that he might of found he tinkers with. While nothing probably comes from his tinkering it relaxes him.

Despite his seemingly cold shouldered nature, he can be a rather cheerful matoran, it's just a rare sight to see due to the few friends he does have.

-APPEARANCE-

Tekhin stands about average height with his fellow Su-Matoran, though perhaps a bit broader then most. His mask is orange while the upper portion of his armor on his body is mostly white with a few blacks stripes across his chest with orange hands. The armor on his legs is orange while his feet are white. The parts of him that aren't covered in armor are black. Eyes are yellow in color.

-ELEMENT-

Plasma

-MASK-

Kanohi Pakari | Mask of Strength (Powerless)

-OCCUPATION-

Tove, like numerous other Su-Matoran, is a scrap smelter. Either bartering with others for what they find among all the piles of junk, or looking himself to later smelt down what he can to sell to others or ship off. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it.

-TOOLS-

A hammer he got from a Fe-Matoran that's usually used with smithing. Being able to flatten out the smelted metals has proven useful.

-RELATIONSHIPS-

TO BE DETERMINED

-Journal-

Journal Log 0

-BAG-

Few pieces of scrap (x3)
A small pouch usually for any interesting findings in junk piles (x1)

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Location: Hometurf
Interactions: My shadow

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What was supposed to be a hopeful few hours of peaceful slumber was shattered by the buzzing tone of ring coming from Thane's phone. He eyed the piece of technology with hatred as his head felt like it was being smashed by a brick. Growling at the device contemplating if it would be worth throwing the bloody item out the window. He decided not to destroy the cursed object after contemplating that the effort to replace it would be far more irritating. He eyed the device until it finally ended it's horrible noise, and sat up only when his head didn't feel like it was going to explode. He did plan to sleep more but up now, he would have to answer at least one of the more peculiar urges that came from sharing with a beast of the night. Being a werewolf didn't always mean an insatiable craving for meat, the wolf within could have other interests, oddly for Thane that interest was watermelon which he had to keep at hand during these nights of having one to many drinks in the fight pits.

"It's coming, it's coming," he mumbled to himself feeling an odd pressure behind his eye, usually meaning the wolf was restless and wanted something. Thane had learned the hard way of ignoring the beast when he woke the following morning to find a rather nice couch nothing more then stuffing spread across the apartment that he still could find to this day along with a rather unwelcome gift. So it was better for him to suffer the short yet long walk to the fridge while his head pounded.

Once managing to remain standing and opening the fridge to find the frozen fruit, he sliced it up before eating it, a growl rumbling in his chest signifying the satisfaction of the beast."Weird bloody beast you are. Doubt many think that maybe giving the wolf a damn watermelon will calm you down," Thane grumbled while sitting on his couch, the bed feeling to far to return to so he choose then next best thing to sleep on without having to worry for his phone to bother him with more vile ringing and buzzing. Once the beast was calmed did Thane manage to find sleep again, whatever good it would do for him in the next few hours.

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Location: Home Sweet Home
Interactions:Me, myself, and I

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The Uber ride back to his apartment didn't take long after the disastrous run in with the nameless lass. There was no point in learning her name anyway, he doubted he'd see her again in such a large city, though he had to admit it was nice to chat with a normie without them being outright terrified. Then he had to go and wound his pride by running into a blood pole. A night full of thrills and fun ruined because of one stupid moment. Now Thane just wanted to sleep and deal with the hangover that would come later.

The car stopped in front of his building he lived. Thane paid the driver, turning his back from them, ignoring them as the mentioned money back before speeding off. The lobby of the building was silent and empty, a perfect scene to Thane who would probably give a death glare to anyone who bothered him as he went back to his den. Calling down the elevator and entering, he hit the sixth floor and took the slow climb up before leaving it once it reached his floor. He fumbled for his keys as he walked to his door, jiggling the handle before it silently swung open and finally was in his den. His apartment had little furnishings and surprisingly unlike the way he looked was relatively clean. In the living area was a couch, TV, and a small stand with a bamboo plant on it. Off the side of the living area was a small kitchen that for the most part went unused. Then a small hallway that had a bathroom on one side and his room across from it. He stumbled to his room, dropping his keys on the countertop of the kitchen, keeping himself up right by placing one hand on the wall. With a huff upon reaching his bed he fell onto it.

He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, only slightly grimacing at the numb pain from the near fully healed wounds."Just another night as Ring Alpha. Going to have one hell of a day tomorrow," he grumbled as he shut his eyes, letting the sweet embrace of darkness finally take hold.

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Location: The Streets of Duncaster
Interactions:
@MsMorningstar Violet Benoit

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Thane roamed the streets of Duncaster, an area that his wolf believed to be its territory. It wanted to patrol the area, which Thane was willing to do since he was rather awake still, that and the need to patrol the area told him that the moon was getting closer to being full. A useful reminder to set up for that upcoming night. He changed his mind on heading straight to his apartment, he could live with the light hammering in his head that would haunt him the next day and walking around would distract from some of the numb pain that still throbbed through his body as it healed still from the earlier illegal fights. He tuned out most of the background noise of the city while he walked, letting his wolf hearing listen for anything out of the ordinary. For the most part there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. For a short time a commotion in an alley caught his attention but after a few minutes it grew silent. It probably had been nothing, maybe someone scavenging through the garbage or a rather large rat. He took in the air of the city, his nose scrunching up. The one thing he could never get use to was the city's smells. With the gifts that the curse provided the smells of the city could be quite unbearable at times especially when focusing on it. What he would give to be able to run free in somewhere more open during a full moon.

His attention was drawn so much on the noises and scents of the city that he forgot to pay attention on where he was walking. He mistakenly ran into someone, drawing him from his patrolling.

"Oh sorry miss," he apologized once back into his normal frame of mind.

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

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The scent of blood filled his nostrils as Thane threw his head back downing his shot before looking over at the makeshift cage ring. His opponent was being dragged out of it, a path of blood trailing behind them. It was just another typical night in 'The Pits' with Thane walking away with enough money to pay for his rent for another month. The illegal fights payed for most his expenses due to the few job opportunities a werewolf had. It didn't help that his handsome mug was mired with a rather unsightly scar that didn't give a friendly look to him. After shifting back from the fight, his attire consisted of a plain white shirt, or what use to be just white as a few drops of blood trickled onto it, a leather jacket, and an old pair of work jeans. Most day jobs took a look at his appearance and clothing and turned him away. He had managed to get a night job as a bouncer but you could only do so much to a rowdy customer that needed to get tossed out. In 'The Pits' he could at least cut loose and show what it meant to be a Whitlock.

Thane's bloodline could be traced centuries back, a rare occurrence for most werewolves since getting into unnecessary fights a lot of the time could mean an early grave. The first of his line was a fellow named by Bartholomew Whitlock, an unfortunate fellow to manage to survive a werewolf attack and be given the curse that found him to be part of a group called The Red Hoods. In the family he was a legend for being the first of the bloodline, that and managing to still fight in the final battle after having his arm removed by a silver blade. After the disbanding of the group he had settled down and despite his age produced a child that eventually lead to the current day Thane.

"Another round their alpha?" the gruff bar keep asked to which Thane gave a small nod, waiting for the amber liquid to fill the shot-glass before swiftly taking it and downing it again. He doubted anyone else would challenge him tonight, not after the last guy was not left a bleeding mess. Not to say that Thane was any better, he definitely could feel ribs trying to mend and the smell of blood was partially due to his nose being broken. He'd be sore but what mattered was that he was still standing while his opponent was not. That's all that mattered in the end of the fight, to show that you could take a beating and still remain tall. It was liberating to take a days of frustration out in a good fight, though he wasn't sure if there many that could challenge him. He stood at the top of 'The Pit' ranks, and had been for months and fewer were daring to the challenge him into a fight. At least the few that did gave out a decent reward amount.

After a few more rounds, Thane payed and made his leave, drifting out of the underbelly of the city into the cold night air, making his way to his den to sleep off the oncoming hangover and healing scars.

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Thane Whitlock

Thane Whitlock

Name:
Thane Whitlock

Image/Physical Description:
Hair is a dirty blonde color, and has dark brown eyes (or eye since the other has been damaged). Weighs in at 185 lbs in human form. Has a moderately muscular build.

His 'better' half

Hider

Sex:
Male

Age:
26

Height:
5' 11''

Species:
Werewolf

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc):
Has a scar that extends from the right side of his head to down past his chin. The scar was earned in illegal werewolf fights that are simply called 'The Pits'. While most anything can happen in 'The Pits' there were still a few rules for the illegal fights, the key one being no cheating by bringing in substances that were harmful like silver or wolfs-bane. Thane at the time and current holds a rather high rank in 'The Pits' making him a target for other fighters who look to make a name for themselves in the underground fights. One such opponent decided to break the rules and left Thane with a rather noticeable mark. His opponent used wolfs-bane on their claws, a plant poisonous to Werewolves if it enters their bloodstream, but usually harmful otherwise. While Thane eventually won the fight, his opponent not only beaten by him but by the crowd around after before being tossed out, his healing factor had difficulty counteracting the poisonous plant thus leaving him with the unsightly scar, but at least he was still alive. While his eye was damaged, he can still see out of it. Mostly blurry shapes and colors that with the use of his other eye he can determine what he is seeing.

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
Is an ancestor of Bartholomew Whitlock who was an Initiate of the Red Hoods many centuries before. Once he was seen of little purpose out on the field after lost of a leg during a mission, he eventually found someone to live his remaining years with another unnamed Red Hood that didn't mind so much of his problem. A tradition of such formed shortly after their first child was born who inherited Bartholomew's werewolf curse, something that Bartholomew had wished not to be able to happen. Knowing the potential that his bloodline could potentially carry the curse for generations, he reluctantly came up with an idea of sorts to maintain some semblance of order to it. That if a child was born with the curse, which normally seemed to manifest as young as the age of six, they were bond to a family code of honor. The curse would remain inside the family bloodline and they could not create another werewolf on punishment of banishment from the family clan or death. Those who were born without the curse in the family bloodline could choose to carry the curse, being bound by the same code as those were born with it. Only the parental figures of that child could give them the curse.
While it started as more of a necessity to try and contain the curse from spreading beyond the bounds of the bloodline, it grew to somewhat be an honor to be able to carry the legacy of the Whitlock clan to the future. in the current present day, only Thane Whitlock carries the same curse from those many generations ago.

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The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Thane Whitlock

Thane Whitlock

Name:
Thane Whitlock

Image/Physical Description:
Hair is a dirty blonde color, and has dark brown eyes (or eye since the other has been damaged). Weighs in at 185 lbs in human form. Has a moderately muscular build.

Sex:
Male

Age:
26

Height:
5' 11''

Species:
Werewolf

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc):
Has a scar that extends from the right side of his head to down past his chin. The scar was earned in illegal werewolf fights that are simply called 'The Pits'. While most anything can happen in 'The Pits' there were still a few rules for the illegal fights, the key one being no cheating by bringing in substances that were harmful like silver or wolfs-bane. Thane at the time and current holds a rather high rank in 'The Pits' making him a target for other fighters who look to make a name for themselves in the underground fights. One such opponent decided to break the rules and left Thane with a rather noticeable mark. His opponent used wolfs-bane on their claws, a plant poisonous to Werewolves if it enters their bloodstream, but usually harmful otherwise. While Thane eventually won the fight, his opponent not only beaten by him but by the crowd around after before being tossed out, his healing factor had difficulty counteracting the poisonous plant thus leaving him with the unsightly scar, but at least he was still alive. While his eye was damaged, he can still see out of it. Mostly blurry shapes and colors that with the use of his other eye he can determine what he is seeing.

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
Is an ancestor of Bartholomew Whitlock who was an Initiate of the Red Hoods many centuries before. Once he was seen of little purpose out on the field after lost of a leg during a mission, he eventually found someone to live his remaining years with another unnamed Red Hood that didn't mind so much of his problem. A tradition of such formed shortly after their first child was born who inherited Bartholomew's werewolf curse, something that Bartholomew had wished not to be able to happen. Knowing the potential that his bloodline could potentially carry the curse for generations, he reluctantly came up with an idea of sorts to maintain some semblance of order to it. That if a child was born with the curse, which normally seemed to manifest as young as the age of six, they were bond to a family code of honor. The curse would remain inside the family bloodline and they could not create another werewolf on punishment of banishment from the family clan or death. Those who were born without the curse in the family bloodline could choose to carry the curse, being bound by the same code as those were born with it. Only the parental figures of that child could give them the curse.
While it started as more of a necessity to try and contain the curse from spreading beyond the bounds of the bloodline, it grew to somewhat be an honor to be able to carry the legacy of the Whitlock clan to the future. in the current present day, only Thane Whitlock carries the same curse from those many generations ago.

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