Member
NeziulName:Bartholomew Whitlock, but prefers being called Tholo
Nicknames/aliases: Tholo, Beast of Gevaudan, Howling Fist
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, plus being born)
-Overly stubborn people
Bio:
Born in the year 1363 and led a rather normal life, no idea of what lived in the shadows of the world. For his work he had to travel across the moors of England, and it was on one of these trips that his life was forever changed. He remembers little of the attack that occurred in 1388, only that he barely survived and was lucky enough to stumble upon a farm house with someone who could treat his wounds. At the time all he could describe from the attack was that the creature was large, and appeared to be a wolf. He stayed at the residence long enough to have wounds heal but left there after. It wouldn't be until the first full moon did the gravity of the attack set in and make him question his reality.
The first full moon came and when the sun rose on the horizon, Bartholomew woke to a grizzly site set before him. His clothes were gone and the rib cage of a deer lie merely a few meters away, and looking down at himself he was covered in blood. In panic he ran, lucky enough that he was out in the country and no one saw him in such a crazed state. Once calmed, he managed to steal clothes from the first residence he came across, and cleaned himself in the nearest stream he could find. He tried to argue it off as a bad dream, and tried to push it from his mind, to try and return to his usual life. Then the next full moon came and he awoke nearly the same way. His mind rushed to what it all meant eventually going back to the attack and horror struck him and realization dawned that monsters were indeed real, and he was one now.
From that point forward he avoided most major cities in England, choosing small towns and villages to offer his expertise and only staying for a brief time of only a few days. That was how he lived his life for the next three years until finally finding others like him, who could teach him and make him realize that he shouldn't be afraid of what he had become but embrace and learn to adapt to it.
He met his first soulmate in his new pack, the alpha's daughter. He never knew what to expect from meeting the person who's name was etched on his skin but when his eyes landed upon her the first time, he knew that no one else mattered and wanted to be with her as long as he could. Within the year of joining the pack, he asked for her hand in marriage. Everything was perfect and shortly after they were expecting a child, his soulmate taking the risk of not changing with the moon for nine months. Unfortunately tragedy struck all to soon and that perfect dream shattered.
The year was 1392, He and a few other members were out hunting. At the time the pack were in the dealings of negotiating territory with a vampire, and things seemed to have been going well. The bloodsucker though was plotting and waiting, he saw an opportunity to remove what he deemed to be pests and acquire the land they lived upon. While the hunting party was away from what was suppose to be the final negotiations, the vampire struck. There was little remaining of the town when the hunting party returned. Tholo swiftly went looking for his soulmate and found her buried under rubble. She was alive but barely and Tholo had to watch in sorrow and horror as the life drained from her eyes loosing his wife and child. After having a funeral for the pack, most of those that remained left to find a new pack but Tholo only wanted one thing, and that was vengeance.
Tracking the murderous bloodsucker back to his normal hunting grounds, the small town of Gévaudan. To most just another village scattered with the others across the country of France but in truth it was a feeding grounds, a bunch of people who were nothing more then sheep to the eyes of its Shepard. There was where the trail went cold, he needed to draw the wretched creature from where it slumbered. So from that night, Tholo decided to catch a monster he would become a monster himself to take his vengeance.
Tholo disappeared that night replaced by what history would remember as the Beast of Gévaudan. For years he terrorized the small town of Gévaudan, waiting for it's Shepard to appear and make an attempt to stop the problem. Eventually the vampire did appear, annoyed that his underlings couldn't take care of what he deemed was a simple problem of removing vermin. Eventually the vampire killed a wolf, and deemed the problem solved and left, with Tholo following close of the vampire's trail. He tracked the vampire to its lair and found the wretched creature. While he could of killed the vampire while it slept, he waited for it to wake taking its life where he could watch the life drain from the bloodsuckers eyes.
Tholo thought that with vengeance his suffering would end but the pain did not go away. He left the ruins of the vampires lair and traveled France in misery still, becoming a hired hand for all those that desired. More tales were added to his name, some true, others made up, eventually it became hard to tell the two apart. What humanity remained began to seep back into him, though gone was the old Tholo, now he was much more abrasive and cold. Time seem to go by in blinks of an eye, each century going by with little meaning or purpose to him. After his last job as a hired hand he made the decision to leave Europe all together with the painful memories and head to America.
He arrived in America in the year 1810, only staying briefly in the city of New York before traversing into the wild west. He did not stop traveling days on end until finding himself in what later would be the state of Montana. Here he was 'captured' by the natives that lived on those lands for centuries, and found the next name etched upon his skin. While the natives had tales about the meaning of the names written on them, names blessed by the spirits and such, they did not trust Tholo easily and it took time for Tholo to gain their trust and allowed to walk freely amongst them. Eventually he was given a new name: Howling Fist. A name given after they discovered that to them he was a skin walker, and that fighting seem to just follow him around having been confronted by a few of the tribe and some of the Americans.
Tragedy was not done with Tholo yet however, his new wife became ill and nothing the shamans of the tribe did could help her, he even tried the aid of an American doctor but even he was not sure what ailment she had. Once more he could only watch as she suffered and slowly died, her last wish for him to end her suffering.
After her death he could not stay with the tribe and returned east, back to the city of New York where he made his home and territory.
Occupation:Writer and Private Detective
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
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Name: Bartholomew Whitlock
Age:
Race: Werewolf
Alignment: Coven
Personality:
Appearance:
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Werewolf: Minus the extra stuff of course.
Weapons:
History:
Other:
Theme Song
Nicknames/aliases: Tholo, Beast of Gevaudan, Howling Fist
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, plus being born)
-Overly stubborn people
Bio:
Born in the year 1363 and led a rather normal life, no idea of what lived in the shadows of the world. For his work he had to travel across the moors of England, and it was on one of these trips that his life was forever changed. He remembers little of the attack that occurred in 1388, only that he barely survived and was lucky enough to stumble upon a farm house with someone who could treat his wounds. At the time all he could describe from the attack was that the creature was large, and appeared to be a wolf. He stayed at the residence long enough to have wounds heal but left there after. It wouldn't be until the first full moon did the gravity of the attack set in and make him question his reality.
The first full moon came and when the sun rose on the horizon, Bartholomew woke to a grizzly site set before him. His clothes were gone and the rib cage of a deer lie merely a few meters away, and looking down at himself he was covered in blood. In panic he ran, lucky enough that he was out in the country and no one saw him in such a crazed state. Once calmed, he managed to steal clothes from the first residence he came across, and cleaned himself in the nearest stream he could find. He tried to argue it off as a bad dream, and tried to push it from his mind, to try and return to his usual life. Then the next full moon came and he awoke nearly the same way. His mind rushed to what it all meant eventually going back to the attack and horror struck him and realization dawned that monsters were indeed real, and he was one now.
From that point forward he avoided most major cities in England, choosing small towns and villages to offer his expertise and only staying for a brief time of only a few days. That was how he lived his life for the next three years until finally finding others like him, who could teach him and make him realize that he shouldn't be afraid of what he had become but embrace and learn to adapt to it.
He met his first soulmate in his new pack, the alpha's daughter. He never knew what to expect from meeting the person who's name was etched on his skin but when his eyes landed upon her the first time, he knew that no one else mattered and wanted to be with her as long as he could. Within the year of joining the pack, he asked for her hand in marriage. Everything was perfect and shortly after they were expecting a child, his soulmate taking the risk of not changing with the moon for nine months. Unfortunately tragedy struck all to soon and that perfect dream shattered.
The year was 1392, He and a few other members were out hunting. At the time the pack were in the dealings of negotiating territory with a vampire, and things seemed to have been going well. The bloodsucker though was plotting and waiting, he saw an opportunity to remove what he deemed to be pests and acquire the land they lived upon. While the hunting party was away from what was suppose to be the final negotiations, the vampire struck. There was little remaining of the town when the hunting party returned. Tholo swiftly went looking for his soulmate and found her buried under rubble. She was alive but barely and Tholo had to watch in sorrow and horror as the life drained from her eyes loosing his wife and child. After having a funeral for the pack, most of those that remained left to find a new pack but Tholo only wanted one thing, and that was vengeance.
Tracking the murderous bloodsucker back to his normal hunting grounds, the small town of Gévaudan. To most just another village scattered with the others across the country of France but in truth it was a feeding grounds, a bunch of people who were nothing more then sheep to the eyes of its Shepard. There was where the trail went cold, he needed to draw the wretched creature from where it slumbered. So from that night, Tholo decided to catch a monster he would become a monster himself to take his vengeance.
Tholo disappeared that night replaced by what history would remember as the Beast of Gévaudan. For years he terrorized the small town of Gévaudan, waiting for it's Shepard to appear and make an attempt to stop the problem. Eventually the vampire did appear, annoyed that his underlings couldn't take care of what he deemed was a simple problem of removing vermin. Eventually the vampire killed a wolf, and deemed the problem solved and left, with Tholo following close of the vampire's trail. He tracked the vampire to its lair and found the wretched creature. While he could of killed the vampire while it slept, he waited for it to wake taking its life where he could watch the life drain from the bloodsuckers eyes.
Tholo thought that with vengeance his suffering would end but the pain did not go away. He left the ruins of the vampires lair and traveled France in misery still, becoming a hired hand for all those that desired. More tales were added to his name, some true, others made up, eventually it became hard to tell the two apart. What humanity remained began to seep back into him, though gone was the old Tholo, now he was much more abrasive and cold. Time seem to go by in blinks of an eye, each century going by with little meaning or purpose to him. After his last job as a hired hand he made the decision to leave Europe all together with the painful memories and head to America.
He arrived in America in the year 1810, only staying briefly in the city of New York before traversing into the wild west. He did not stop traveling days on end until finding himself in what later would be the state of Montana. Here he was 'captured' by the natives that lived on those lands for centuries, and found the next name etched upon his skin. While the natives had tales about the meaning of the names written on them, names blessed by the spirits and such, they did not trust Tholo easily and it took time for Tholo to gain their trust and allowed to walk freely amongst them. Eventually he was given a new name: Howling Fist. A name given after they discovered that to them he was a skin walker, and that fighting seem to just follow him around having been confronted by a few of the tribe and some of the Americans.
Tragedy was not done with Tholo yet however, his new wife became ill and nothing the shamans of the tribe did could help her, he even tried the aid of an American doctor but even he was not sure what ailment she had. Once more he could only watch as she suffered and slowly died, her last wish for him to end her suffering.
After her death he could not stay with the tribe and returned east, back to the city of New York where he made his home and territory.
Occupation:Writer and Private Detective
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
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Name: Bartholomew Whitlock
Age:
Race: Werewolf
Alignment: Coven
Personality:
Appearance:
Werewolf: Minus the extra stuff of course.
Weapons:
History:
Other:
Theme Song
