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Well just re added Tholo to the CS section.
Name:Bartholomew Whitlock, but prefers being called Thole
Nicknames/aliases: Thole, Beast of Gevaudan, The Warg, Jean-Baptiste, The True Big Bad Wolf
Age:652 years
Gender:Male
Appearance/Looks:
Species:Werewolf
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Likes:
-Liquor
-A good fight
-The metallic smell of blood
-The occasional fling
-Working with metal (minus silver of course)
Dislikes:
-VAMPIRES (damn bloodsuckers are a plague XD)
-Silver
-French (Vampire that betrayed him was French, and French people killed his pack)
-Overly stubborn people
Bio:
He was born a simple blacksmith in a small town in England. He lived a normal life for the most part with little incident happening until the age of twenty five when he was attack while traveling under a full moon. How he even managed to escape the beast that attacked him he was uncertain, how he lived was a bigger mystery. All he knew the beast that attacked him was a wolf, but far larger then any wolf he had come across before. A month later he felt the call of the moon and learned the truth of what he was and panicked. He ran away from his normal life unsure where to go when he ran into a pack of werewolves that welcomed him among them and where he found his first soulmate, miraculously she was a werewolf as well.
During the early 1700s, his pack and mate were keeping themselves low to avoid the werewolf trials that had begun during the sixteenth century. Unfortunately they were betrayed by a vampire who they had made an agreement with and his entire pack and family were slaughtered by man while the vampire that had betrayed them laughed. He managed to escape but lost his love and in pain and anger he choose the path of vengeance showing how truly monstrous a werewolf could be and set his sights on the village that had attacked his pack. Gevaudan. He terrorized the village for three years from 1764 to 1767. In that time it is unknown really how many he killed by the attacks, some say it was as low as sixty kills while others have put it even as high as 200 kills. It gained him the reputation of being the real life Big Bad Wolf. In this time other werewolves also struck back for the deaths of their comrades of the unjust werewolf trials. Few survived and were killed after awhile but he lived and disappeared from Gevaudan after finding the vampire that betrayed his pack and tearing him to shreds. The attacks were merely written off as a normal wolf that was shot and killed shortly after he left. He did not return to civilization for another twenty years and again it was in the form of a wolf that was called Jean-Baptiste.
As the werewolf called Jean-Baptiste, he did not attack men, like he had in Gevaudan, his inner raging wolf having calmed down since the lost of his family but he had not forgiven mankind and chose to instead torment them and be a trickster and tricky wolf to kill. Of course with the attacks only twenty years earlier the people were scared even at the mere sight of a wolf and a hunt was formed. For several days he lead his pursuers on a chase that ended with him seemingly drowning as he attempted to cross a river. Thus ended the trickster wolf Jean-Baptiste. Again he disappeared back into the forests of Europe, not appearing for some time until the chance was given to go to the new world and he did not hesitate. In time he did find his new soul mate but she was lost to him far to soon due to cancer. He had only just learned to love again when he lost her and retreated far into himself forming a barrier around his heart, so to never be hurt again by the wretched feeling of love.
To the rest of the werewolves he was dubbed The Warg, and depending on who you asked, some call him a hero others a monster. He has gotten use to the name calling and doesn't care how he is viewed, what happened is in the past. Does he regret what he did? For some yes but mostly he did what he did in the name of justice which he would never of gotten with following the normal path of men's ways in that time period.
Occupation:Writer and Metalsmith
Country of Origin: England
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Impassive, he's lost two soulmates all ready, he isn't going to get attached to a third right out the gate and even if he meets his new soulmate, doesn't mean he will fall for them. The name on his arm merely is a mark on him like the other scars that cover him and hasn't looked at the new blue writing even when it first appeared.
Soulmate: Béatrix de la Croix
Shall we throw an interest check out then? It's been two months since the GM showed up, I'd be willing to take the reins if everyone else is cool with it.
I'd be fine with that.
Well at least we know you are still here.
"Remind me once more why we are aiding the Wardens?" the qunari asked her dwarf as they walked down the trail that would lead them to the fort where the Wardens were recruiting. Her companion gave a sigh of annoyance, tired of trying to explain why they were going to help the Wardens. One issue with the Qunari was that they never had to deal with a Blight. Most had never seen a darkspawn until this blight started. His tall counterpart wasn't an exception. She had seen few from afar when they traveled but without an Archdemon, they were unorganized, deadly none the less however. Now with another Blight seemingly upon Thedas and the rest of the world, it was important to get as many able hands to fight the threat.
"Because Zeynep, they need experienced fighters, people with certain skills, and the possibility of payment perhaps or something. Besides that last job in Kirkwall didn't exactly make us any friends better to let that cool off before returning." This is as much as the dwarf said, to tired to repeat the rest of his rant. Zeynep only gave a grunt and looked around, as if waiting for something to attack. She herself had good reason to worry however. Not only were they closing in on the border of Tevinter where qunari didn't have a rather great reputation, she was Saarebas turned Tal Voshoth, a betrayer of the Qun. She was much an outsider to her own people as well as most other races, the qunari not entirely being tolerable of the qunari.
They reached the fort by midday, and entered to the bustling and hustle of men preparing to fight. A griffon flew over them leaving Gavlan in amazement."Bless the ancestors. I only heard of Griffon's in stories," he said before returning to the task at hand ",Well guess we should find the head guy of this outfit and report in. Look on the bright side Zeynep, a qunari on their side might scare the Darkspawn."
"I doubt it after Par Vollen," Zeynep said with a frown making Gavlan curse at his mistake."Right well let us look around bound to find the guy somewhere," Gavlan replied quickly. Of course for a dwarf it was difficult to see everything through a bunch of legs, this was where Zeynep's increased height came into hand, being able to gaze over the top of most of the heads."Perhaps we should try the knife ear dismounting the griffon," she stated pointing over to where he was.
"Right good eyes lass but probably should refrain from calling him a knife ear," Gavlan reminded her as they parted a group of people in their path.
"Because Zeynep, they need experienced fighters, people with certain skills, and the possibility of payment perhaps or something. Besides that last job in Kirkwall didn't exactly make us any friends better to let that cool off before returning." This is as much as the dwarf said, to tired to repeat the rest of his rant. Zeynep only gave a grunt and looked around, as if waiting for something to attack. She herself had good reason to worry however. Not only were they closing in on the border of Tevinter where qunari didn't have a rather great reputation, she was Saarebas turned Tal Voshoth, a betrayer of the Qun. She was much an outsider to her own people as well as most other races, the qunari not entirely being tolerable of the qunari.
They reached the fort by midday, and entered to the bustling and hustle of men preparing to fight. A griffon flew over them leaving Gavlan in amazement."Bless the ancestors. I only heard of Griffon's in stories," he said before returning to the task at hand ",Well guess we should find the head guy of this outfit and report in. Look on the bright side Zeynep, a qunari on their side might scare the Darkspawn."
"I doubt it after Par Vollen," Zeynep said with a frown making Gavlan curse at his mistake."Right well let us look around bound to find the guy somewhere," Gavlan replied quickly. Of course for a dwarf it was difficult to see everything through a bunch of legs, this was where Zeynep's increased height came into hand, being able to gaze over the top of most of the heads."Perhaps we should try the knife ear dismounting the griffon," she stated pointing over to where he was.
"Right good eyes lass but probably should refrain from calling him a knife ear," Gavlan reminded her as they parted a group of people in their path.
My post will be up in a few hours. Forgive the wait, internet was acting up a few days.
"Yeah see you around, Béatrix," he said with a smirk as she walked off. He wasn't sure why he shared details on his first soulmate, it just happened normally he was more guarded about it preferring to just let the past be the past but somehow sharing it made him feel a bit better. He returned to his post by the side of the building, waiting for Danilo, it was only a few minutes later when his phone went off. With a grunt he took it out of his pocket and raised it to his ear once clicking the answer button.
"Yeah what do you want?" he said in a gruff voice.
"Well you act like that perhaps I should call another time," the voice on the other end replied making Tholo's blood run like ice for a brief moment before giving a response.
"Bran, it has been some time," Tholo replied it a more conversational tone. If an alpha was what led a pack of wolves, Bran was alpha of the alphas. Contrary to some beliefs, the packs weren't entirely just left to their own devices there was some organization to everything in the North American werewolf population. Bran had been one of the first werewolves to the new world and had established one of the first packs. He then helped established all the others through the centuries. He was connected to all the packs and was the only wolf any alpha would back down too without a fight.
"Well I wanted to check up and see how you considered my offer," Bran replied ",I never got a response and after the wait I figured it would be a good time to check up."
Tholo sighed."I appreciate the offer but I'm better as a lone wolf, you know that my past keeps most other weres away and besides two alphas in one pack would be trouble and last thing I want is trouble."
"Well it shall remain open but I also thought to give you a second offer. I noticed the place you are staying at has no official pack, and with some new wolves that need a pack, I thought I would offer you a position as a new alpha wolf for a pack."
"You'd have to let me think about it," Tholo replied after a few moments ",it's not a light offer and theres some stuff on my plate right now that needs working out."
"No worries any chance it is the name on your arm? I know you don't like thinking about it but it's been centuries I doubt Chloe would of wanted you wallowing in your sorrow. Amelia would especially be disappointed," Bran said making Tholo cringe at his past two soulmate names.
"Yeah well I'll let you know in perhaps a few days," Tholo said. He talked a little longer with Bran before shutting the phone. Besides Danilo, Bran was his only other true friend, a werewolf even older then him who had helped him in his past. Of course Bran also was the only wolf to be able to make the other half of himself shutter in fear and be submissive.
"Yeah what do you want?" he said in a gruff voice.
"Well you act like that perhaps I should call another time," the voice on the other end replied making Tholo's blood run like ice for a brief moment before giving a response.
"Bran, it has been some time," Tholo replied it a more conversational tone. If an alpha was what led a pack of wolves, Bran was alpha of the alphas. Contrary to some beliefs, the packs weren't entirely just left to their own devices there was some organization to everything in the North American werewolf population. Bran had been one of the first werewolves to the new world and had established one of the first packs. He then helped established all the others through the centuries. He was connected to all the packs and was the only wolf any alpha would back down too without a fight.
"Well I wanted to check up and see how you considered my offer," Bran replied ",I never got a response and after the wait I figured it would be a good time to check up."
Tholo sighed."I appreciate the offer but I'm better as a lone wolf, you know that my past keeps most other weres away and besides two alphas in one pack would be trouble and last thing I want is trouble."
"Well it shall remain open but I also thought to give you a second offer. I noticed the place you are staying at has no official pack, and with some new wolves that need a pack, I thought I would offer you a position as a new alpha wolf for a pack."
"You'd have to let me think about it," Tholo replied after a few moments ",it's not a light offer and theres some stuff on my plate right now that needs working out."
"No worries any chance it is the name on your arm? I know you don't like thinking about it but it's been centuries I doubt Chloe would of wanted you wallowing in your sorrow. Amelia would especially be disappointed," Bran said making Tholo cringe at his past two soulmate names.
"Yeah well I'll let you know in perhaps a few days," Tholo said. He talked a little longer with Bran before shutting the phone. Besides Danilo, Bran was his only other true friend, a werewolf even older then him who had helped him in his past. Of course Bran also was the only wolf to be able to make the other half of himself shutter in fear and be submissive.
Maybe. I mean...this idea is real fun.
Indeed it is.
I'm going to wait until tomorrow, and then I shall get another post up if we don't see TalijaKey.
Ah Beatrix doesn't like their talks? I thought she would, they have such lovely conversations. XD
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