Post by Tyler on Jan 25, 2007 2:42:06 GMT
NAME: Tyler Martin.
NICKNAMES: The only nickname he really has and likes to be used, is Ty. Someone once called him Marty, but his behaviour following that little name showed his dislike for it. No one has used it since, at least not in earshot.
RACE: Werewolf; pureborn.
OCCUPATION: Pack Fighter.
GENDER: Male.
SKIN COLOUR: Caucasian with a subtle tan.
NATIONALITY: Irish.
AGE: 121, though he looks to be in his twenties, physically.
CLOTHING: Tyler’s style is heavily influenced by a combination of skater, biker, punk and rebel attire. His clothing is never very neat, but it isn’t untidy enough to turn heads in the street. He simply looks as if he’s rebelling against some kind of authority figure. He prefers looser pants in the style of black slacks or dark jeans, but not so baggy that they’ll catch on anything; he often wears a belt to house weapons as well. He wears grungy, toe-capped boots, and is never comfortable in sneakers. His shirts tend to be darker, but he’s been seen in white t-shirts or over-shirts; it’s rare, but not unheard of. He wears hooded sweatshirts, zipper jackets, and he has a rather beaten-looking denim jacket that he’s fond of. He owns a black duster that sweeps around his knees, but he prefers the denim jacket; it doesn’t catch on things. He’s rather attached to a pair of black fingerless gloves that resemble the style of a biker’s, and tighten at the wrist; they are made of a durable fabric, as he rather hates leather.
HEIGHT: 5’11.
WEIGHT: 159lbs.
TATTOOS: He has twin tribal tattoos on his biceps, which reach just up onto his shoulders, and extend down to the middle of his upper arms.
PIERCINGS: N/A.
JEWELLERY: He wears a set of dog tags — personalised ones at that — around his neck; they look exactly like standard military/USAF dog tags, complete with the black plastic that coats the backs and edges of each tag. It’s a bit of a bad joke really, and not only because they’re ‘dog’ tags. The ‘logic’ behind them is that the pack he belongs to can be more like a military regiment than a pack at times… but he’s never explained that to his Alphas.
BODY MODIFICATIONS: He has his fair share of scars, and at least one of the more noticeable ones was caused by his Alphas… namely the Alpha male, Lucian. He openly doubted Lucian’s logic one day, and has the proof that doing such a thing is not the wisest of choices; there are telltale claw marks down his back, from one side to the other.
WOLF FORM.
BUILD: Sleek, and yet muscular. He could pass for a large, long-limbed common wolf, save for the part where he can use both bipedal and quadruped movement, thanks to an extra, strong joint in his hind legs. He has sturdy, large paws, and an extremely defined, lengthy tail. His head is stocky without being compact, and he has graceful ears and posture overall.
HEIGHT: 7’9 when upright, and 4’6 on all fours.
WEIGHT: 257lbs.
HAIR: Dark grey, and covering the entirety of his body, from muzzle to tail; he has lighter grey markings around his muzzle, down the underside of his neck and belly, and through the bottom of his tail.
EYES: A bright, feral amber.
DEFINING MARKS: His extremely ‘traditional’ wolf shape on the whole, and his sweeping, bushy tail.
PACK.
PACK: Lucian’s Pack.
POSITION: Pack Fighter.
TERRITORY: Beverly Hills, surrounding the pack’s mansion home.
HAIR.[/i]
Length: Several inches, at best, all over. It hangs around his eyes, ears and neck, and dangles on his brow.
STYLE: Tyler isn’t one to style his hair much, but it doesn’t get too out of hand, so it’s suitably shaggy without being too unkempt.
COLOUR: Dark brown, with discreet varying shades throughout.
FACIAL HAIR.[/i]
LENGTH: Tyler shaves, so if anything, he has a day’s worth of stubble, but never for long.
STYLE: Accidental, if anything.
EYES.[/i]
COLOUR: Green.
ODDITIES: Tyler is a werewolf, and therefore, shows his nature whenever he experiences heightened emotion, or feels intense anger, pain or territoriality/defensiveness. He will also show his wolf’s eye colour whenever he wants to tease at his inner animal, or if he is attempting to spook/intimidate.
PERSONALITY: Tyler was once an open, enthusiastic, bouncy young male werewolf, with a love for laughter and mischief, and nothing pleased him more than spending time with his friends, no matter the entertainment or activity. Nowadays, much of that has receded and faded, and he is something of a shadow of his former self, and he hates it. He doesn’t laugh so much anymore, more of a serious individual, with a definite gloom hanging around him. He is often seen lost in thought, studying his ‘pack mates’, looking for weaknesses for future note, and while many would see his intentions as treacherous and disgraceful, he knows it is his only chance to get some kind of real life back.
As a fighter, Tyler is capable, and can be vicious, and he has a cool, sarcastic sense of humour. Time with cocky wolves live Levi Ramski has taught Tyler to be on his toes, and watch his back, and he can definitely hold his own, and isn’t above kicking someone when they’re down, if it means saving his own skin, or the skin of someone he actually considers worth saving; those individuals are few and far between nowadays, as much as that saddens him. He doesn’t trust anyone in the pack, and wouldn’t jump in to defend any of them. He does as he’s told, but only to stay alive, while he bides his time.
Tyler hates Lucian Mar. With a fiery passion. If the opportunity were presented to him, he would put a silver knife right through the older male’s heart, but he knows he has no hope of defeating the Alpha wolf himself, and so, he has waited. Patience is something Tyler has learned, and is very good with. While he’s miserable in his life, he isn’t stupid, or hasty, and he knows the value of such a virtue.
When the time comes, he won’t hesitate to get himself out of the life he has gotten himself trapped in, and he, frankly, looks forward to it. Even if it means life as a rogue, something he has never faced before, he knows anything would be better than how he lives now. All he has to do is keep his wits about him, and watch for his window…
WEAKNESSES: He has the typical ‘allergy’ to silver, as with all werewolves, which could be potentially fatal. It burns his skin, irritates his immune system, and could cause severe poisoning, if it got into his body. Tyler’s loyalty to his pack can also be a huge weakness… or rather lack thereof. He is loyal, but more out of habit and ‘fear’ than anything. He saw what Lucian did to Joseph; an old friend of his — the other male never stood a chance, and it is self-preservation that keeps him in the pack, rather than contentment or a sense of belonging. This could potentially land him in a… fatal situation, were his Alphas ever to discover his doubts, and the magnitude of them. Tyler’s too young to control his wolf on the full moon, so for three nights a month, when the moon rises, he has no say in his own actions, and could kill his best friend — if he had one — unless contained. He’s also a fighter, born and bred… and perhaps too ready to throw a punch, even if the conflict doesn’t really involve him directly.
ABILITIES: Tyler has all of the traditional werewolf perks, from heightened senses, pain threshold and healing, to balance, agility and endurance off the charts; he can leap to and from great heights without penalty, and can transform at will… save for the three nights of the full moon. He’s an expert fighter, having trained from a young age, and is adept in many different styles, but he prefers a kind that he has put together himself; it combines kickboxing and a faster, more vicious form of capoeira. He’s skilled in several forms of weaponry, but prefers firearms — namely handguns — unless the situation is dire, and then he will wield something larger, or a blade. Rather bizarrely, considering his other talents lie on the ‘violent’ side of things, Tyler is also a very gifted piano player.
WEAPONS: He carries eight weapons in total; four sets of two. He has a pair of metal knuckle dusters that he tucks in the inside pockets of whatever jacket he’s wearing. He has four guns — two Walter P99’s and two Walter CP99’s; the former are at his waist and the latter at his thighs. Finally, he carries matching knives; one in each boot, on the outside of each ankle, for easy access.
PRIZED POSSESSIONS: To be honest, Tyler doesn’t have any. He’s learned not to get attached to anything, and he lost all his original objects of sentimental value in the fire that destroyed his old home.
HOME(S): A mansion in Beverly Hills with the rest of Lucian’s pack.
HISTORY: Tyler Martin was born into a pack in Southern Ireland, the only child of two comfortably ranked members of the tight-knit unit. From a young age, he showed an interest in sparring, and quickly showed signs of being a promising fighter, so, his father started to train him. By the time of his first change, he had fallen in with a group; a pack within the pack, led by one Lucian Mar. Within this small group, he had a good friend in Molly Cullen, whom he could share jokes with, and even spar with playfully. Life was good for Tyler, and his mini-pack… until that night. That horrible night when their world was turned upside down, and they lost everything; their families, their homes, and for many of the pack… their lives. The youngsters watched from a distance as their mansion was burned to the ground, and together, they mourned for their lost loved ones, before they had to move on.
Lucian, being the oldest and best candidate, took the role of Alpha for the young group, and Molly Cullen became his mate, and fellow leader. Tyler followed them loyally, though he, like many of the others, quickly came to realise that their fearless leader was not quite… right. Something was wrong with him, and things spiralled, going from bad to worse. Molly left, scarring Lucian before she fled, and the Alpha male only got worse after that, becoming more outrageous with his tyrannical behaviour, and what Tyler conceived as homicidal tendencies. But wariness and confusion kept him in place, even as Lucian murdered those who opposed him, in front of the others, to inspire fear and loyalty in those who remained; he took a new mate, Farryn, and the pack grew with new members.
Tyler settled into the role of fighter, being one of Lucian’s most ‘trusted’, but the younger male was uncomfortable… and openly questioned his Alpha’s logic. In front of the entire pack, Lucian punished Tyler for his ‘nerve’, by slashing the fighter down the back; though the wounds healed, he was left with the scars as proof of what he did, an example to the others to stay in line. He lost his place as top fighter in the ranks. The entire thing was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Tyler has long been looking for a chance to not only escape, but bring down the sorry excuse for a pack from the inside, and if he can, kill the crazy bastard of an Alpha.
Now that they are headed for Los Angeles, Tyler worries what Lucian plans to do. Just like the others, he has heard of the packs that inhabit the city, and he knows Lucian is just crazy enough to do something to draw attention… and possibly get them all killed. But for now, Tyler is waiting, and watching for his opportunity.