Post by fuzzy on Nov 16, 2008 17:59:32 GMT -7
The Handler
Name: Terry Albert Jones
Nickname: "Fuzzy"
Classification: Lycanthrope (Wolf)
Gender: Male
Age & Birthday: 32, April 23
Appearance: Terry, at only 5' 10" and weighing in at 190 lbs, his looks really don't belie his werewolf status, this really couldn't be further from the truth. In his case, "werewolf" is really a misnomer. The only outward traits of his affliction he exhibits are a propensity to growl when he gets angry, the need to shave twice a day to keep his beard somewhat trimmed, and an irrational love of very rare meat. No amount of brushing or combing will make his hair stay in place, the chestnut-brown locks tend to spike every which way, almost as if they had a mind of their own. When not on a mission and able to take care of his personal hygiene, he sports a neatly-trimmed beard, when on a mission or other hectic event, he usually lets it grow.
The most eye-catching parts of Terry are, well, his eyes. Not brown, green, or blue, but gold, looking like two polished rings set in his head. These eyes are set in a tanned, somewhat weather-beaten face. If one was to look close enough, one might be able to see faint remnants of freckles in a smattering around his eyes and nose. If he was to take off his shirt (ladies, no swooning), one would be able to see a large, ragged, discolored splotch just above his left hip, this (of course) is a result of the attack that Terry suffered in order to become a Lycanthrope. He has three tattoos, two tribal spirals on his left and right forearms, and a wolf head on his right shoulder blade, an affectation he decided to get after being infected.
Attire: When not "on the job", Terry usually wears half-sleeve shirts, usually of just a plain color, green is his favorite. With this goes a normal pair of jeans and sneakers. When working, he dons a sharply tailored suit and bowler hat. The aforementioned hat has a green strip of silk tied around the hat right above the brim. When on a mission or out in the field he wears black leather pants, tucked into which are black combat boots. A devout Catholic, he carries a rosary and a knuckle bone of St. Bartholomew in a pouch on his belt. He keeps his half-sleeve shirt, but dons a leather vest on top of it. He usually has to wear sunglasses while outside, as he has a decently high level of light sensitivity, these sunglasses are black with silvered rims. The bowler hat stays, always.
The Creation
Name: Bowler (Referring to his ever-present bowler hat, of course.)
Power List:
1) Preternatural reaction time and strength.
2) Shapeshift (Partial wolf)
3) Fast Healing
Detailed Power:
Preternatural reaction time and strength: This is exactly what it sounds like. Due to his "disease", Terry's reaction time and strength have increased above what a normal human being could aspire to. While not quite as strong as Hellboy or some of the more power-oriented BPRD special agents, he can more than pull his own weight.
Shapeshift (Partial wolf): Terry almost never shapeshifts completely, as this would take away his ability to speak and make it hard to reason completely. He normally has enough control over this power to shapeshift small parts of his body without making the others change. i.e Claws, teeth.
Fast Healing: An unexpected result of Terry's contraction of Lycanthropy is the ability for his wounds to heal extremely rapidly. This rapid healing takes a lot of energy out of Terry, depending upon the size and severity of the wound. He is also immune to most poisons, diseases, and sicknesses that normally plague humankind.
The Potential
Alignment/Occupation: BPRD
Weapons: Terry loves powerful handguns, he just does. He normally carries around 2 Para-Ordnance P18-9's, with normal or silver bullets for use, depending on what he's fighting at the time. With these, he has about 10 extra clips in an ammo pouch at his waist. And, of course, claws/teeth when needed.
Personality: A self-proclaimed lover of conflict, Terry doesn't do well sitting quietly. A blunt man, he easily gets fed up with people who talk around him in circles, or who take a while to get to the point. When he gets angry, he tends to swear the proverbial blue streak. A very strongly opinionated man, people find it hard to get close to him, that, and the fact that he angers easily. With all of this, people might expect him to be the type that judges on face value alone. This is not so. He has an uncanny knack for determining what people really are like, regardless of the airs they put on.
Terry has a great dislike of studying, word games, and puzzles in general. He'd much rather take the easy way out and break down whatever is in his way. A little bit on the cocky side, he thinks no barrier is impossible to get past, and this can make him a little hard to work with. However, there's another side to him that people rarely see. While it does take some time to get in Terry's "good books", with those he truly trusts he can be a fairly lighthearted person. Well, lighthearted in comparison to how he would act if he didn't know the person in question.
Skills: A fantastic rugby player in his youth, this has helped Terry out on group dynamics and the importance of working together. Can make some mean fish and chips (Abe beware), and knows a bit about dressing wounds, a tip picked up from hanging around the infirmary of the BPRD.
Strengths: Due to his Lycanthrope status, Terry's reaction time and vision are greatly increased, enabling him to hit a bird on the wing with gunfire. The transformation into a Lycanthrope, being the painful process it is, has granted him pain tolerance and endurance beyond that of normal humans. Lycanthropes also live for an extremely long time, though the actual life expectancy of them has not yet been recorded.
Weaknesses: Terry tends not to think things through, thinking the best option is to go in all guns a-blazing. His biggest weakness, though, is silver. One silver bullet is enough to put him out of commission for several days, or even as much as a month, depending on where it hits him. If shot near the heart with one of these argent missiles, it must be removed almost immediately, or Terry would die within the hour. Wolfsbane, while rare is usually a deterrent to most Lycanthropes, as it causes moderate to severe pain on contact. However, facing a determined werewolf with only a sprig of vegetation between it and your heart isn't necessarily the best idea.
The Story
History: Born to a poor British family in London, his father was a steelworker and his mother stayed at home. Terry was always a small child, often the object of ridicule and the brunt of many a joke, and sometimes a fist. Really, he had a somewhat normal, if not very happy, childhood, up until the age of 16. At this age, he finally got fed up with being the "odd man out" and decided to join his school's rugby team. Needless to say, he got pulverized. He didn't quit, though, and kept at it, even though every day when Terry got home from practice, he was covered in cuts and bruises. This went on for an entire year, an entire year of pain, more ridicule, and it paid off for him. At age 17, people who hadn't seen Terry in a while had no idea who he was, except for the fact that his height stayed constant. Who would connect this 180 lb. young man, built like a small truck, to the scrawny, reclusive boy?
His prowess on his school's rugby team led them to victory after victory, and in his final year at school, at age 18, their entire team would go to New England, to play the American national champions. For that entire year his family scrimped and saved in order to send him along. In short, they raised enough money, and waved goodbye to him as he got on the plane, not realizing that this was the last goodbye they'd ever get to say. They got to New England without hassle, played the Americans, and lost. Depressed and demoralized at this, they went out to the nearest pub and decided to drown their worries in alcohol. Remember, this was early 1980's, and who's going to stop a bunch of malcontent English rugby players from getting a drink? Answer: No one. Terry, distraught to the point of breaking down, wanted to be alone and left the pub to walk around the cool, quiet, New England pinewood forests. As he was walking along, he was unlucky enough to come upon a wolf. This wasn't just any wolf, it was about 3x as big as a normal one, and seemed to be injured. Terry, by now thoroughly inebriated, had the bright idea to kneel down next to the wolf and started petting it. The wolf's eyes gleamed, and by the time Terry's sluggish reflexes kicked in, he was already missing a chunk of his torso. He screamed. His friends and teammates ran from the pub to see what was the matter, and found him, lying on the ground, bleeding, with about a quarter of his abdomen missing. The wolf, once it saw the 30 or so people gathered around its prey ran off, but not before about half the people caught a glimpse of it. 9-1-1 was called, and Terry was taken to the nearest hospital.
The hospital report was filed as a "wolf attack", but the BPRD knew better. They had been getting reports of werewolf activity in that area for weeks now, and an agent was dispatched to the hospital to see if Terry was actually attacked by this lycanthrope. It was confirmed. Terry got an incredibly high concentration of the lycanthropy disease in his system, too high to be expunged. The BPRD requested that Terry be moved to their HQ. His first shapeshift was not a pleasant experience or sight. What people don't understand is that shapeshifting is always painful, the people who do it just get used to it. His skin split, grew 3-4 inches of fur, realigned his entire bone structure and musculature, all in less than an hour. This is painful. The BPRD sent reports to the hospital that Terry passed away, he was a "freak" now, and no one but the BPRD was allowed to know about him. Letters were sent to his family and friends, and Terry has been with the BPRD since, working under the codename "Bowler" or nickname (which he resents) "Fuzzy" since.
