DELOATCH, chris jean

[Chris DeLoatch]

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Character's full name: Chris Jean DeLoatch
Nicknames?: None
Age: 23
Vampire, Human, or Werewolf: Werewolf
Pack: Part of the loner pack Amile joined up with though is currently residing with Lykos
Residence: No permanent area
Alliance: Completely against the 'cure'
Occupation: None, he's in wolf form the most of the time

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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Appearance: He’s a bit different even when being compared to most people; in appearance as a wolf he looks kind of strange. Black pelt is highlighted with dark browns and colors that resemble polished mahogany, a pelt that is quite rare now a days. Like most wolves amber irises line his pupil though the liquid like color seems a deep forest green in some lights. This always seems to set him apart from the other wolves though he normally isn’t shunned for it but he doest often get some weird looks even from those who have known him for some time. Course he doesn’t mind it, having lived with it his whole life from when he had left his birth pack till now and probably till the day he dies so it’s something you simply get used to. Plus it makes him more interesting for the ladies it seems. Hair is long, falling to his mid back and he usually keeps it tame in dreadlocks as to keep it out of his face. Course if he let it out and kept the length it is then it would me a giant rats nest. Face is slender, high cheekbones and a well-defined jaw quite prominent now that he basically lives in his wolven skin and meals don’t always come regularly. Yet he still keeps that muscular build despite the lack of food. Long limbs made for speed but also he is built quite delicately for a male, long slender fingers and torso with a bit of curve. Because of this skin tight shirts on him are something every girl loves to see. But when in human form he mostly wanders in the worn blue jeans he lashes to his back when he is in wolf form but no shoes or shirts, which sometimes makes it hard to wander among the humans.

In both human and wolf form he isn’t especially tall, an average height for males so he doesn’t draw a lot of attention to himself. He is of African descent obviously but with his blood diluted a bit with the lack of other werewolves who come from that background. He was born and raised in a mixed pack with mixed parents so he’s never judged according to skin color but he’s used to being judged. Something that often throws the humans off about him when he is in his human form is that his eyes don’t change from the strange color they are in his wolf form, they just darken a bit to the color of burnt amber and an almost black color of green. All in all his over all build and appearance is quite strong but with a feminine touch to it that seems to make it even easier to seduce the opposite sex. His face alone is almost close to prefect, being one of those people who take pride in his appearance. Long dark lashes that cast shadows over sharp cheekbones, well shaped eyebrows and a complexion that looks like it never once had to deal with acne. When he does end up dressing up past those jeans he likes the more formal look, top hats being his favorite accessory.


Likes: (5, please explain)

• Women; yes he is a sucker for women, what man isn’t though
  
• Sex; basic male instinct though he is better then some and is quite a sweet talker and always seems to know the right thing to say
  
• Freedom; he has never been on to stick around one area for any length of time and if the traveling pack he hooked up with for protection decides to bed down in one area he is likely to leave before long
  
• Power; though he does like having rank he won’t take any leader position, not wanting that kind of responsibility though he won’t keep the Omega position for long, quite good at making his way up in the pack hierarchy
  
• Silence; he enjoys the simple things in life, his favorites being silence and sunshine
  
• Fighting; brawling for no reason at all is something he participates in a lot, if he gets agitated he tends to take it out on random things
  

Dislikes: (5, please explain)

• Black and white wolves; unless you’re an albino there is no such thing as pure black and pure white, seeing them annoys him to no extent and if he does see them something’s things get violent
  
• Violence; this makes him a bit hypocritical, he is violent by nature, wolves are violent creatures plain and simple but he hates seeing it
  
• Storms; he’s simply just never liked them for unknown reasons, not that he’s afraid but he’d rather not get caught in them
  
• Pink; he’s a guy maybe it’s in his genes to hate the color but he takes it to a whole other level
  
• Vegetables; well he’s a wolf so naturally he’ll hate these things though when in human form he has been known to eat them from time to time though if given the choice blue rare steak is preferred
  

Personality: (At least three well-written paragraphs)
History: You always hear those traumatic pasts from everyone else, I can’t judge if their made up or true because I can’t read minds but I always seem to find myself trying not to laugh when people tell me about their abusive parents or their lives full of poverty especially when they have no scars or any proof to back it up. Maybe that’s a bit mean but on average the areas I tend to roam around don’t have that many bad pasts. Now me, I don’t know anything about the struggle the African Americans went through, my people never really went through that. Sure we had some issues in our human form but really there isn’t a lot of racism in the werewolf world as far as I know. So I grew up in a small, closely knit pack that was made up of my mother who was full blood African and my father who was a mix, then 6 or so others who were of different blood lines and we never judged on skin or pelt color, it was simply rank biased on how much you helped the pack. My father was not the alpha, nor was my mother, there was not some love affair and no one died traumatically so I apologize in advance because my story is rather boring until I get older and violence became a large part of my life. So I told you of my parents, as bad as this sounds I didn’t know their real names, well I did but we didn’t give each other names the way humans do, a bark that hits a certain pitch was your name, my name came later.

So my story begins in this small pack in the Rocky Mountains in beautiful British Columbia. We were the type of pack that rarely ever shed our wolven skin and when we did we never walked among the humans. I was born to simple members of our pack, we didn’t have ranks; just the ‘alpha’ pair who were trusted and loved by the rest of the pack and for that reason was allowed to make the major decisions. It was a very simple way of life but because of it there was no fighting, we didn’t claim any territory permanently because none of the adults fought so if an opposing pack came and told us to move no one had a problem with bowing their heads and leaving. So for that reason it was a long time before I was introduced to violence. My parent’s litter consisted of 3 pups, my two sisters and myself. Not many males were born to the pack that season, actually none other then me, 5 other females were born that year, maybe that’s why I’m such a ladies man now. Oh, did I forget to mention that there was an even number of males and females in the pack so the 8 wolves in the pack originally all had mates.

So I grew up surrounded by females my age, almost all drop dead gorgeous but I never found myself interested in taking a mate, having more fun simply sweet talking them. So basically, our little family had a lot of females around. It was the first year any of the mates had had pups and it was probably the only time so I didn’t have to deal the competition of other males in the next litter like real wolves do. Being the only male I was almost instantly promised to the alpha’s only child, their daughter… And it’s now I wish we had had names… Anyways life was easy, we all grew up together and when we were teenagers the fun started. My sisters were even after me for a while and no one really thought anything of it because hey, I was the only male. But in our travels we came across competition. At 17 years old two loner males came across their pack and asked to join, one 19 and the other 20. His sisters were all over them instantly and for a time the others girls swarmed them to but it didn’t take me long to get them back. Everything kind of died down after that as the males took my sisters as their mates and I returned to my harem of sorts. Our parents seemed to have faded into the background more and more, getting older and depending on us more for food.

I was fine with them and since I was fairly close with my sisters I decided to tolerate the two newcomers. But when I was turning 18 I was going to visit my eldest sister one night only to find her lying bloodied and beaten. She explained about what happened and that was when I was introduced to violence. I don’t remember a whole lot; just that I earned myself a few scars and her mate ended up blind in one eye and never beat her again. Not that I turned into some savage creature because of that night but I was never as laid back after that. I become almost possessive of the other females after that and it became almost like a pride of lions, the 6 of us splitting off from the pack that made up our parents and my sisters and their mates. I traveled with the females for some while, yes some people looked at us weird when they saw a pack made up of only one male and 5 females. It was fun for a time but eventually he got tired of the same old faces, plus the fact that when mating season came around and almost all became pregnant and suddenly they all wanted him to choose a mate he decided to take his leave. Now he’s not a bad guy and he did check up on them until they ended up back with their original pack but after that he was out of there.

21 years old and with no more pack I decided to leave the mountains for the first time ever. I discovered the humans after that, stumbling across a human city. The women there weren’t as breathtaking as the wolven females I was used to but something about their mortality struck me and I soon starting integrating myself into their world. It was fun and I learned a bunch of new things about them, about myself to but at 22 I began longing the wild again and son left. I found a traveling pack, latched onto them but was chased out when I got a little to close to a few of the females. I learned from experience not to get any closer to the werewolf women then flirting since they usually want mates instead of one night stands like the human females. So not long after I turned 23 I hooked up with another loner pack, getting to know one female in particular, Amile and as I guess she wanted a mate, but luckily she found someone else. Still I felt the need to stick by her and so I did, joining the pack she did and since it was close enough to the city I could go off in the nights and have my little flings. Also, because I joined said pack I learned about the vampires and their problems, about this ‘cure’ and all that nonsense, soon learned enough to form a strong opinion myself. And then when meeting the vampires for the first time becoming quite interested in their women, amused with the fact I could be as rough with them as I wanted and all I had to do was give up a bit of my blood.

So as I said before my life has been rather boring, course I just kind of skimmed over a few things but those aren’t that important. I was in many fights, picking a few with some vampires that believed in the cure and finding Vincente but those things didn’t really get me where I am today so I decided to leave them out. It’s not that I’m hiding anything because if you want to hear about any of those little adventures I’d be happy to share but they aren’t stories that played any major role in my life.


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