Post by Races The Night on Dec 26, 2005 9:57:22 GMT -5
Character name: Diego Valentino
Genome: True
Beast name: Dextera Aequitas (Dex/ Dexter) - self named Right Hand of Justice!
Faction: White tiger
Pack: N/A
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Nationality: Latin/ American
Appearance:- Human: Diego is a tall individual with long, down past his shoulders, curly, rich black hair. Sharp facial features with a strong, rigid jaw-line and deep, uncaring, cold, blue eyes. Posing as an office worker, Diego is often found in branded suits and shirts almost everyday. On his weekends off, however, simple, Levi jeans will do, as long as they are tight fitting and compliment his range of turtle neck jumpers. Alternatively, he often wears black pirate shirts. Muscular, without being overly robust, Diego is lean mean, a fighting machine. Tanned skin encasing ropes of muscle. Because of the nature of his beast and its disposition, Diego is constantly poised for an attack or stalking like the predator he is.
Beast or Ethereal form (for the Heavenly and Hellish): In his beast form, Diego appears as a large, male white tiger, with glacial blue eyes and black stripes. Dex is a robust, muscular white tiger, bulging with contained power. Being quite large his strengths do not lie in the art of stealth but rather in overpowering his opponent in hand to hand combat…or rather paw to paw. A solitary beast, Dex works alone, full stop, no buts, no ifs, this guy is a lone ranger…or he likes to think so, even he sometimes gets in over his head.
Personality: Diego is a silent man, seldom saying a word. But when he does, each is weighed and measured for its significance. Diego is the type of man who does not waste words or time on those he deems unworthy, after all, his busy schedule and dangerous career keep him on his toes constantly – and time wasting is just not tolerated.
Around others, which is rare, Diego tries his best to relax and fit in…this seldom works as his beast deems him a solitary man, unused to other contact unless it has something to do with mating. However, it doesn’t stop the big man from trying his hardest to be social, when he feels like it. Most times, Diego is found wandering the planet, doing his job.
Beast disposition: 6-7 (leaning slightly towards the beast) Not as well balanced as other individuals, Diego and Dex have a love hate relationship. Most times, as long as Diego is hunting and doing his job, Dex is quite happy. When the man strays from his purpose and, say, tries to socialise or become better acquainted, Dex acts up, becoming impatient to be on the move again and stressed under the scrutiny of strangers. While Dex is a strong willed creature, Diego seldom finds himself in crucial, sanity deciding, battles with his inner beast.
Infected at age: 24
History: Diego was born to a perfectly normal, human family and lived a quite normal, albeit rich life for most of his childhood. Receiving education from only the best schools, colleges and university money could buy, his parents made sure he was well looked after and trained to follow his father in the subject of Law.
Diego was returning from University, for spring break, when the fateful day arrived. The week was going perfect, seeing his mother and father again and explaining that he was almost finished, with just one more project to finish and the diploma was his.
It was a night overcast with heavy rain clouds that promised a deluge. Diego was up in his room, working on his university project when he heard the guard dogs outside begin to bark…then whine…then cry and run away. Frowning, he rose from his chair. The security system did not go off, as he had expected, but instead he heard a loud struggle and glass shattering downstairs. Running, he came up against the living room – and a scene of horror. His mother and father lay dead, butchered to the point of unrecognisable. In the centre of the room stood a huge, ugly brute, a beast hunched over, his weight barely held over his clawed feet. It had a muzzle…and it grinned wickedly at him.
Something snapped inside of Diego that moment and he reached for the ornate, silver swords hanging on the wall – a memento from Scotland, so long ago – and rushed the beast with all his rage, screaming his defiance. The beast knocked the sword from his grip with an unfathomable strength, grasped him by the neck and raised him off his feet, to dangle in the air where the creature could watch him struggle and claw frantically at the hand clamped around his throat.
It seemed forever, the life and breath slowly leaking from his body. What happened next was a blur, slowed down hundreds of times as the glass of the window behind the creature shattered and a dark figure swung in, the glint of a knife in his grip. The creature threw him to one side as it tumbled forwards, engaging with the man in a battle of strength. The newcomer’s body bugled and broke free of its clothing, tattered rags hanging off of a white and black striped body.
Diego watched in horrid fascination as the two battled and finally, the stranger striking the murderer with a huge blow. The two beasts possessed inifinite power that he could not fathom for the love of god. The murdering beast rolled away and leapt out of the window, disappearing into the night before the stranger could give chase.
Rising from the blood and gore and sinking back into his own skin the stranger looked down at him with kind, brown eyes and said “You have courage, m’boy. Tell me your name, I wish to grant you a gift, so that you may protect others from the fate that befell your parents this night.” In the coming hours the man explained who he was and what he was, what the creature had been. Diego listened, scarcely believing what he was hearing until finally it all sank in to place, surprisingly. Diego accepted the gift of the beast, allowing the man to impart him with the Shifter gene.
Years of training under his Master and Diego learned of the True Blood and the Virus and its people – how his purpose was now to track, hunt and kill the ungodly creatures, the mimics of the Were-s. Now, he sails the rooftops in search of a scent, a familiar scent that will lead him to revenge, laying justice upon the one who murdered his parents for some unknown reason that he, himself was yet to figure.
Are you him? *Rumbling growls in the darkness*
Genome: True
Beast name: Dextera Aequitas (Dex/ Dexter) - self named Right Hand of Justice!
Faction: White tiger
Pack: N/A
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Nationality: Latin/ American
Appearance:- Human: Diego is a tall individual with long, down past his shoulders, curly, rich black hair. Sharp facial features with a strong, rigid jaw-line and deep, uncaring, cold, blue eyes. Posing as an office worker, Diego is often found in branded suits and shirts almost everyday. On his weekends off, however, simple, Levi jeans will do, as long as they are tight fitting and compliment his range of turtle neck jumpers. Alternatively, he often wears black pirate shirts. Muscular, without being overly robust, Diego is lean mean, a fighting machine. Tanned skin encasing ropes of muscle. Because of the nature of his beast and its disposition, Diego is constantly poised for an attack or stalking like the predator he is.
Beast or Ethereal form (for the Heavenly and Hellish): In his beast form, Diego appears as a large, male white tiger, with glacial blue eyes and black stripes. Dex is a robust, muscular white tiger, bulging with contained power. Being quite large his strengths do not lie in the art of stealth but rather in overpowering his opponent in hand to hand combat…or rather paw to paw. A solitary beast, Dex works alone, full stop, no buts, no ifs, this guy is a lone ranger…or he likes to think so, even he sometimes gets in over his head.
Personality: Diego is a silent man, seldom saying a word. But when he does, each is weighed and measured for its significance. Diego is the type of man who does not waste words or time on those he deems unworthy, after all, his busy schedule and dangerous career keep him on his toes constantly – and time wasting is just not tolerated.
Around others, which is rare, Diego tries his best to relax and fit in…this seldom works as his beast deems him a solitary man, unused to other contact unless it has something to do with mating. However, it doesn’t stop the big man from trying his hardest to be social, when he feels like it. Most times, Diego is found wandering the planet, doing his job.
Beast disposition: 6-7 (leaning slightly towards the beast) Not as well balanced as other individuals, Diego and Dex have a love hate relationship. Most times, as long as Diego is hunting and doing his job, Dex is quite happy. When the man strays from his purpose and, say, tries to socialise or become better acquainted, Dex acts up, becoming impatient to be on the move again and stressed under the scrutiny of strangers. While Dex is a strong willed creature, Diego seldom finds himself in crucial, sanity deciding, battles with his inner beast.
Infected at age: 24
History: Diego was born to a perfectly normal, human family and lived a quite normal, albeit rich life for most of his childhood. Receiving education from only the best schools, colleges and university money could buy, his parents made sure he was well looked after and trained to follow his father in the subject of Law.
Diego was returning from University, for spring break, when the fateful day arrived. The week was going perfect, seeing his mother and father again and explaining that he was almost finished, with just one more project to finish and the diploma was his.
It was a night overcast with heavy rain clouds that promised a deluge. Diego was up in his room, working on his university project when he heard the guard dogs outside begin to bark…then whine…then cry and run away. Frowning, he rose from his chair. The security system did not go off, as he had expected, but instead he heard a loud struggle and glass shattering downstairs. Running, he came up against the living room – and a scene of horror. His mother and father lay dead, butchered to the point of unrecognisable. In the centre of the room stood a huge, ugly brute, a beast hunched over, his weight barely held over his clawed feet. It had a muzzle…and it grinned wickedly at him.
Something snapped inside of Diego that moment and he reached for the ornate, silver swords hanging on the wall – a memento from Scotland, so long ago – and rushed the beast with all his rage, screaming his defiance. The beast knocked the sword from his grip with an unfathomable strength, grasped him by the neck and raised him off his feet, to dangle in the air where the creature could watch him struggle and claw frantically at the hand clamped around his throat.
It seemed forever, the life and breath slowly leaking from his body. What happened next was a blur, slowed down hundreds of times as the glass of the window behind the creature shattered and a dark figure swung in, the glint of a knife in his grip. The creature threw him to one side as it tumbled forwards, engaging with the man in a battle of strength. The newcomer’s body bugled and broke free of its clothing, tattered rags hanging off of a white and black striped body.
Diego watched in horrid fascination as the two battled and finally, the stranger striking the murderer with a huge blow. The two beasts possessed inifinite power that he could not fathom for the love of god. The murdering beast rolled away and leapt out of the window, disappearing into the night before the stranger could give chase.
Rising from the blood and gore and sinking back into his own skin the stranger looked down at him with kind, brown eyes and said “You have courage, m’boy. Tell me your name, I wish to grant you a gift, so that you may protect others from the fate that befell your parents this night.” In the coming hours the man explained who he was and what he was, what the creature had been. Diego listened, scarcely believing what he was hearing until finally it all sank in to place, surprisingly. Diego accepted the gift of the beast, allowing the man to impart him with the Shifter gene.
Years of training under his Master and Diego learned of the True Blood and the Virus and its people – how his purpose was now to track, hunt and kill the ungodly creatures, the mimics of the Were-s. Now, he sails the rooftops in search of a scent, a familiar scent that will lead him to revenge, laying justice upon the one who murdered his parents for some unknown reason that he, himself was yet to figure.
Are you him? *Rumbling growls in the darkness*