Post by Tahmores Stian on Dec 27, 2009 1:28:47 GMT -7
† Tahmores - Adish - Stian †
†Tah†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Tahmores Adish Stian
Nicknames: Tah, Adi
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Age: 80years.
Age they appear: 25years
Occupation: Bar tender
Orientation: Middle Eastern
Health Problems: Vision in his left eye is slightly impaired from a shrapnel grenade that went off in front of him. The metal shard could not be removed strait away without causing total blindness.
† Personality †
Tahmores is a rather simple person; the trappings of technology have never totally reached him. Sure he enjoys watching television, seeing the occasional movie but he has never been one to go out and surround himself with high tech computers, stereo systems or gadgets. Instead Tahmores prefers to surround himself in things that bring him closer to nature. For example all around the apartment he lives in there are potted plants of different species, the garden on the bottom floor is full of flowers and exotic plants that Thamores has put there. Even in the worst weather Tharmores can often be found out in the garden moving snow away from the plants, or making sure that the soil is moist in the warmer months.
The two main things that Tahmores holds closest to him are friends and family, for him they are the most important elements of life. If his friends or any member of his family are threatened Tahmores will go to almost any length to pay back what has been done. Should a friend or family member be injured Tahmores will in return injure the aggressor to the extent that the friend/family member was injured, even go as far as killing the attacker if they have killed someone close to him. Though he is skilled in fighting and gun handling Tahmores prefers to only use these skills and murder as a last resort.
Silent and slow to anger, Tahmores is not much like his werewolf kin who are mostly very boisterous and physical. This does have it’s advantage however as it makes him appear very passive, as someone who will simply back down from a fight, either fortunately or unfortunately this is not true, push Tahmores enough and he will lash out.
Basic Personality:
Likes:
† Water/Swimming
† The warmth of Sunshine
† Guitar (even if he can’t play it that well)
† Fighting (whether it’s serious or play)
† The smell of Lemons
Hates:
† Been terribly Cold
† Days when it’s blazing Hot
† Anyone who thinks their ‘All That’
† Been Bored
† Vampires
Talents:
† Skilled in hand to hand Combat
† Knows how to use a Gun
† Tracking
† He usually ends up the mediator in Arguments
† Card Tricks
Habits:
† Biting his Nails
† When bored he fiddles with his Butterfly Knife
† Getting more tattoos than he should really Need or Have
† He can be very stubborn and flare up if his beliefs or lifestyle are been Questioned
† Drinks when around friends.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown (His left eye has a pale white coloured film over it)
Build: Muscular
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: A band tattoo on his right Arm (Goes from wrist to mid Forearm)
Choice of Clothing: Usually well worn/faded jeans, singlets/button up shirts and Boots. He also likes to wear leather/buckled cuffs/wristbands and usually two belts that overlap eachother.
Wolf Appearance:
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Dark brown with streaks of black going down his neck and Head.
A bare patch on his left lower leg from where his tattoo Is
There is bare skin, though hardly noticeable, around his left eye from Scars.
Other:
† History †
History:
Tahmores was borne into a family of werewolves whose bloodline has been part of the Middle Eastern clans for many centuries. His people were always ones to distance themselves from the advances of modern technology, instead choosing to live off the land and take what nature could give them and trading with other Were clans that inhabited the surrounding areas. His father and mother were leaders of the clan, very well respected for their treaties and agreements. The clan had to always be on the move, always trying to avoid the ever encroaching city walls and roads of human civilisation, they could never stay in the one place for too long before the humans and even some vampires started getting nosey and would come sniffing around their camps. The last thing Tahmores parents needed was conflict with the humans or vampires.
Of course the leaders could not control the younger clan members minds. There were those few who wanted to go take a look at the human world, see what it’s all about, see what the leaders were so afraid of. It started with just little outings, the younger members sneaking out at night while the older members slept or were out hunting. This was all fine and dandy until one of these little parties crossed paths with a band of vampires one night. Though the clan had made no hostile notions towards these vampires in the past it didn’t matter, those vampires were on the young werewolves like pack of rats on a scrap of food. The vampires were older and stronger, easily they overpowered their foes and left them dying in the desert to burn under the harsh sun.
The bodies were found soon after, the members already dead. These vampires had killed kin, the clan would retaliate in kind. Gathering their best hunters, along with Tahmores and his parents, the clan raided the vampires coven. It didn’t turn out well. The vampire numbers were far greater than what the clan had expected, a mere fifty against almost one hundred vampires, even in their beast forms the clan should no chance, the vampires had modern human weapons such as machine guns, the bullets simply ripped the werewolves apart.
His parents were killed. Tahmores watched as his friends and family fell down dead and dying around him. He watched vampires feed off of their blood, laughing and continuing to empty round after round into their already dead bodies. In the midst of his rage and anger he was able to hear the faint sound of metal hitting the ground and the vampires nearby yell one word in unison. “Grenade!”. He only had enough time to turn his head away, if he hadn’t his head would have been taken off for sure. Thankfully he was just wounded in one eye by a piece of shrapnel. In the confusion Tahmores was forced to flee the coven. Bloody and wounded he arrived back at the camp, sure that the vampires would be hot on his trail. The pain and guilt of having left the bodies of his parents and kin behind tearing at his heart and mind.
With his parents dead the responsibility of been leader was passed onto Tahmores, but his guilt and anger still weighed heavily on his conscience. Feeling himself mentally unable to carry out such a role he ran, not stopping until he could move no longer, his skin burnt by the desert sun, near death by starvation and dehydration. It was the humans who found him, humans who knew of his kind but did not fear or hate them. Hearing his tale the humans trained Tahmores to fight as they did; with honour. They taught him to respect the land and all it can offer, to control his emotions. Trained in gun fighting and hand to hand combat Tahmores became one of their best fighters.
From across the seas came news that the werewolves had risen up in a country called England, a land he had never heard of. A land full of grass, water and exotic plants. Eager to explore this new land and also find out more about this werewolf uprising and takeover Tahmores left his human trainers to travel to England, soon finding himself in London, such a different place than his traditional desert home, so full of life and energy. So full of vampires.
Mother/Father: Marcus Stian(deceased)/ Arallia Hallock (deceased)
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other:
† RP example †
The gentle green hills of countryside Ireland have always been a favourite hiding place for supernatural creatures; wide open areas, plenty of little hidy holes to live in and small villages where no one would ask questions. Of course in small villages things tend to get noticed, and there had been talk of 'Shifter attacks. The local witches, fearing for their safety, had called in Vincent. Having help some of them before he agreed to find out what exactly had been attacking the road travelers.
It had been exactly what he'd expected; a couple of rouge 'Shifters who thought it would be fun to cause a little trouble and break the silence of the tranquil hills. Though the two men were young, Vincent had no choice but to kill them, there was too much of a risk of them doing it all over again should he let them go alive. The job never got easier, especially since the targets seem to be getting younger and younger, although it means he is less likely to come out of a scrap injured.
With no car to get him back to Dublin and to his warm hotel room, Vincent has no choice but to walk the road back into town, hating the cold wind since his only protection from it is a thin jacket. As usual his clothing is kept simple, nothing elaborate that could get in the way of the job. Today it's black jeans, a white shirt and a black zip up jacket, not the most ideal clothing for this part of the world, but he wasn't expecting to stay long.
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