Post by smileytpb on Jun 4, 2006 1:10:16 GMT -5
Name: Tristan Severo
Breed: Wereleopard
Level: Alpha Level 3/Nimir-Raj
Age: 30
Weight: 195 lbs
Height: 5'11
Model: Chris Evans
Tristan was born in New York to Lurdes and and David Severo. Lurdes was a private nurse, working for top dollar to take care of elderly rich folk, while David was a computer programmer. Tristan was mostly raised by his big sister Lorena. The two of them got along wonderfully, thoroughly enjoying spending time with eachother. However, that just wasn't meant to last. When Lorena was twenty, she was raped and killed. Tristan was only ten years old at the time, and the news shook him to the core. The offenders were arrested, and put in jail. Second degree murder and rape for each.
The loss of his sister struck him alot harder than many believed possible. For nearly two years, he ignored everyone he didn't have to speak with, and only left his room to eat, shower or go to school. His parents worried, though they were rarely around. Tristan took to all sorts of bad habbits in this time. Smoking, drinking, doing drugs, and experimenting in the occult. His typical focus was to either forget about, or make contact with his sister. It never worked.
High school came and went, and Tristan fell even further from himself. He was completely immersed in the lifestyle of the freak. He gave up on his education, and took to whatever jobs he could get, though he rarely lasted long in any of them. His careless attitude and almost suicidal mentality made him a bad employee choice.
That is when it happened. He was in an alleyway, waiting for his contact. He had run out of ecstacy, and was in serious need of a hit. He never found his deeler. Instead, he found a pissed off lycan. The werecat bored down on him. He never knew why, he just knew that this thing was mad, and he was in the way of whatever it wanted to do. He never stood a chance. Even at his best, he couldn't hope to put down the hybrid war form of a wereleopard. So instead, he got shredded. Deep gashes covered his body, leaving him broken and bloody in the streets. Had the beast not tossed him away after it was finished, he would never have been found. Instead, he landed near the alley entrance, and a passing cop car got him to the hospital.
Apparently, he was to enjoy another lucky break. It was only another twenty seven hours until the full moon. It would be living that long that would be difficult. Suspecting he might be infected with lycanthropy, the doctors at the hospital ensured he was in a very tough room, bolted down with heavy metal bands on the night he might change. And they did all they could for him up until that point, ensuring he had enough blood, stitching up what they could and bandaging the rest of him. It was both a relief and a curse when he finally changed. With the transformation, he would heal far quicker. Perhaps he would stand a chance of surviving. However, at the same time, as the moon came out he transformed and went berserk. Even his bindings hadn't been enough to contain him. In the end, the hand was forced, and he had to be electrofied into unconsciousness by officers standing by.
A few months later, he was released from hospital. The room he stayed in was reinforced, and his bindings made stronger, which kept him down from that point on. Once he got out, he was quickly scooped up by the local pard. But that wasn't to last either. Shortly after he was brought in, the younger of the two who raped his sister was released from prison. His Raj told him not to, told him to leave the boy alone. However, Tristan just couldn't let it go. He had been haunted by the fact he couldn't help her for fourteen years. Now at least he could avenge his sister. He killed the guy who had done the deed of slitting his sisters throat, tearing him to pieces. There was nothing left of him once Tristan was finished, save chunks of rent meat.
Tristan was ejected from the pard for that, chased out of New York. But, since the deed was done, he has started returning to himself.
Two years later, there was a sign that, perhaps, he would be alright. And perhaps he still is. He found a pard in Vegas, and joined their hierarchy. It was here that he met an alpha in the pard, who went by the name of Thorn. She was the most incredible woman Tristan had ever known, and he quickly fell for her. Apparently, she fell for him too, though he didn't really know for sure.
During his time in Osiris Ani, Tristan pushed his way ahead, his dominant personality carrying him towards the power he always knew he should have. The problem is, there were many in the pard that weren't fond of his sudden advancement. In the end, Tristan left, followed by his mate, Thorn, and the young girl that the pair had adopted almost like a little sister, even if she was a pain in the ass.
The trio had gone to Miami, to try and start yet another new life. Maybe this time, things will work out a little better for them. Within only a few days, he found the Raj of the city. He never found out much about him, save his name was Jacob. But he defeated him, taking control of the Miami pard. Tristan and Thorn ruled in Miami for only a short while, though the city wasn't sitting as well with the Raj, though he never said so.
Thankfully for Tristan, they were given an out. They came into property outside the city of Calgary, in a part of the area known as Bearspaw. Tristan had come into it during a bet on a football game. He was happy to relocate, drawing with him those loyal members of the Shemsu-Sekhmet.
After some time, Tristan and his wife parted from their pard, leaving it in the hands of his adopted sister, Tragedy. The intent was to return, and eventually, they did, though Tristan had lost his connection to his mate, both in human terms, and in beast terms. He no longer resonated with her, it appeared, and he returned as a guardian and protector for the Shemsu-Sekhmet.
Still, this was not right for him. Unsure why, or what to do, he left the city once again, after seeing many of his efforts quelled by a frivilous child of a sister. His new mate, Arizona, left as well, though they went seperately. He kept in touch with her, coming to see her regularily. Now, they have united once again, and have come to Kansas, to see what more can be done.
-=Non-Supernatural Skills=-
Hand to hand combat training (Muay Thai) - Experienced, Melee Weapons Training (Asian/modern blades) - Good, Melee Weapons Training (Medievil Europe) - Average, Firearms: Handguns (Pistols/Revolvers) - Experienced, Firearms: Rifles (Shotguns/Rifles) - Experienced, Firearms: Automatics - Very good, Security - Very good, Tracking - Very Good, Information Gathering - Very good, Interogation - Good, Pool - Very Good, Card Games (Poker/Blackjack) - Average
-=Powers=-
-Lesser-
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
-Moderate-
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased Healing
Partial Shift
-Alpha-
Beast Claws
Commanding
Feral Communication
Invokation
Rejuvination
Revertion
Shields
-Alpha Leader-
Shield the Call
War Cry
Tristans Weapon List
Due to the profession he has taken up, along side his "claw mother", Sixx, Tristan has a stockpile of weapons for nearly every necessity. However, I will make an attempt to list out at least the ones that will likely be used.
His primary weapon is a Tac-Ops designed sniper rifle. The Tango-51. Though it has undergone some extensive alterations from its primary form. Including a mercury supression system, designed to nearly completely negate the kick from the weapon.
Other Commonly used weapons:
Paired baretta 9mm
Desert Eagle .50 hand cannon
Remington 870 12 gauge Tactical Shotgun
Taurus PT-745 Compact Millennium Pro
Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum Heavy Revolver
Sig P220 .45 Semi Automatic Pistol
HK MP-5 5.56mm Assault Rifle
15 inch combat knife
Spiked wraught-iron knuckles
Sig 226 X-Five 9mm
Kel-Tec PLR-16 Long Range Pistol
Breed: Wereleopard
Level: Alpha Level 3/Nimir-Raj
Age: 30
Weight: 195 lbs
Height: 5'11
Model: Chris Evans
Tristan was born in New York to Lurdes and and David Severo. Lurdes was a private nurse, working for top dollar to take care of elderly rich folk, while David was a computer programmer. Tristan was mostly raised by his big sister Lorena. The two of them got along wonderfully, thoroughly enjoying spending time with eachother. However, that just wasn't meant to last. When Lorena was twenty, she was raped and killed. Tristan was only ten years old at the time, and the news shook him to the core. The offenders were arrested, and put in jail. Second degree murder and rape for each.
The loss of his sister struck him alot harder than many believed possible. For nearly two years, he ignored everyone he didn't have to speak with, and only left his room to eat, shower or go to school. His parents worried, though they were rarely around. Tristan took to all sorts of bad habbits in this time. Smoking, drinking, doing drugs, and experimenting in the occult. His typical focus was to either forget about, or make contact with his sister. It never worked.
High school came and went, and Tristan fell even further from himself. He was completely immersed in the lifestyle of the freak. He gave up on his education, and took to whatever jobs he could get, though he rarely lasted long in any of them. His careless attitude and almost suicidal mentality made him a bad employee choice.
That is when it happened. He was in an alleyway, waiting for his contact. He had run out of ecstacy, and was in serious need of a hit. He never found his deeler. Instead, he found a pissed off lycan. The werecat bored down on him. He never knew why, he just knew that this thing was mad, and he was in the way of whatever it wanted to do. He never stood a chance. Even at his best, he couldn't hope to put down the hybrid war form of a wereleopard. So instead, he got shredded. Deep gashes covered his body, leaving him broken and bloody in the streets. Had the beast not tossed him away after it was finished, he would never have been found. Instead, he landed near the alley entrance, and a passing cop car got him to the hospital.
Apparently, he was to enjoy another lucky break. It was only another twenty seven hours until the full moon. It would be living that long that would be difficult. Suspecting he might be infected with lycanthropy, the doctors at the hospital ensured he was in a very tough room, bolted down with heavy metal bands on the night he might change. And they did all they could for him up until that point, ensuring he had enough blood, stitching up what they could and bandaging the rest of him. It was both a relief and a curse when he finally changed. With the transformation, he would heal far quicker. Perhaps he would stand a chance of surviving. However, at the same time, as the moon came out he transformed and went berserk. Even his bindings hadn't been enough to contain him. In the end, the hand was forced, and he had to be electrofied into unconsciousness by officers standing by.
A few months later, he was released from hospital. The room he stayed in was reinforced, and his bindings made stronger, which kept him down from that point on. Once he got out, he was quickly scooped up by the local pard. But that wasn't to last either. Shortly after he was brought in, the younger of the two who raped his sister was released from prison. His Raj told him not to, told him to leave the boy alone. However, Tristan just couldn't let it go. He had been haunted by the fact he couldn't help her for fourteen years. Now at least he could avenge his sister. He killed the guy who had done the deed of slitting his sisters throat, tearing him to pieces. There was nothing left of him once Tristan was finished, save chunks of rent meat.
Tristan was ejected from the pard for that, chased out of New York. But, since the deed was done, he has started returning to himself.
Two years later, there was a sign that, perhaps, he would be alright. And perhaps he still is. He found a pard in Vegas, and joined their hierarchy. It was here that he met an alpha in the pard, who went by the name of Thorn. She was the most incredible woman Tristan had ever known, and he quickly fell for her. Apparently, she fell for him too, though he didn't really know for sure.
During his time in Osiris Ani, Tristan pushed his way ahead, his dominant personality carrying him towards the power he always knew he should have. The problem is, there were many in the pard that weren't fond of his sudden advancement. In the end, Tristan left, followed by his mate, Thorn, and the young girl that the pair had adopted almost like a little sister, even if she was a pain in the ass.
The trio had gone to Miami, to try and start yet another new life. Maybe this time, things will work out a little better for them. Within only a few days, he found the Raj of the city. He never found out much about him, save his name was Jacob. But he defeated him, taking control of the Miami pard. Tristan and Thorn ruled in Miami for only a short while, though the city wasn't sitting as well with the Raj, though he never said so.
Thankfully for Tristan, they were given an out. They came into property outside the city of Calgary, in a part of the area known as Bearspaw. Tristan had come into it during a bet on a football game. He was happy to relocate, drawing with him those loyal members of the Shemsu-Sekhmet.
After some time, Tristan and his wife parted from their pard, leaving it in the hands of his adopted sister, Tragedy. The intent was to return, and eventually, they did, though Tristan had lost his connection to his mate, both in human terms, and in beast terms. He no longer resonated with her, it appeared, and he returned as a guardian and protector for the Shemsu-Sekhmet.
Still, this was not right for him. Unsure why, or what to do, he left the city once again, after seeing many of his efforts quelled by a frivilous child of a sister. His new mate, Arizona, left as well, though they went seperately. He kept in touch with her, coming to see her regularily. Now, they have united once again, and have come to Kansas, to see what more can be done.
-=Non-Supernatural Skills=-
Hand to hand combat training (Muay Thai) - Experienced, Melee Weapons Training (Asian/modern blades) - Good, Melee Weapons Training (Medievil Europe) - Average, Firearms: Handguns (Pistols/Revolvers) - Experienced, Firearms: Rifles (Shotguns/Rifles) - Experienced, Firearms: Automatics - Very good, Security - Very good, Tracking - Very Good, Information Gathering - Very good, Interogation - Good, Pool - Very Good, Card Games (Poker/Blackjack) - Average
-=Powers=-
-Lesser-
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
-Moderate-
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased Healing
Partial Shift
-Alpha-
Beast Claws
Commanding
Feral Communication
Invokation
Rejuvination
Revertion
Shields
-Alpha Leader-
Shield the Call
War Cry
Tristans Weapon List
Due to the profession he has taken up, along side his "claw mother", Sixx, Tristan has a stockpile of weapons for nearly every necessity. However, I will make an attempt to list out at least the ones that will likely be used.
His primary weapon is a Tac-Ops designed sniper rifle. The Tango-51. Though it has undergone some extensive alterations from its primary form. Including a mercury supression system, designed to nearly completely negate the kick from the weapon.
Other Commonly used weapons:
Paired baretta 9mm
Desert Eagle .50 hand cannon
Remington 870 12 gauge Tactical Shotgun
Taurus PT-745 Compact Millennium Pro
Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum Heavy Revolver
Sig P220 .45 Semi Automatic Pistol
HK MP-5 5.56mm Assault Rifle
15 inch combat knife
Spiked wraught-iron knuckles
Sig 226 X-Five 9mm
Kel-Tec PLR-16 Long Range Pistol
