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MALLORY, Derrick, Werewolf-The White Death
What has come over meplayer name/alias»Shel
What madness taken hold of my heart
age» Same as last time, another day older.
contact info» See other characters for info
other characters» Sure do, and the list keeps growing.
The source of my recoveryfull name»Derrick James Mallory
Sweet shadow taking hold of the light
nickname/alias»DJ, but beware, you might get an arm ripped off if you call him that.
birthdate»February 14, 1707
occupation» Blackstone Chief of Security
species» Canis lupus Occidentalis aka Rocky Mountain Wolf,Alaskan Wolf, and Mackenzie Valley Wolf.
position» Pack member, Security
For saving me from all they’ve takenlikes»
Letting my armor fall again
»Whip cream and chocolate-especially when used for naughty purposesdislikes»
»Harley Davidson motorcycles
»Working on Classic Cars
»Protecting those he cares about
»People trying to tell him how to do his Job
»Cats-of any kind
»Those that can't face their fears
»Losing those he is sworn to protecthabits»
»Losing his head under pressure
»Snoringpsychological description» Derrick is as tough as he is good looking, his no nonsense attitude doesn't always go over well with others. His many years of being in the military have never quite left him, creating a man who knows how to kill and do it well, but also a man that has compassion for those less fortunate. He has seen many things in his years of being a werewolf and not all of them were pretty, more often than not they were brutal and horrifying, and many times done by his own hand. He is not always proud of the things he is required to do, but when it comes to the safety of the pack he will do whatever is necessary no matter how disgusting or gruesome it may turn out to be.
»Mussing his hair when he thinks
»Very Brusque attitude-Old habit from the military
He can be the most charming man you ever met, or he can be the biggest asshole, just depending upon when you catch him and what kind of mood he might be in at the moment. He doesn't see himself as anything but a soldier, that is what he was and what he will always be, which is why he is perfectly suited for the job he has, and why he takes it so seriously. It is not just a job to him, it is part of his life, one of the only parts that he was able to retain when he lost what he considers his humanity.
It has taken Derrick many years to come to terms with what he has become, and still there are times in the light of the full moon that he tries to fight the beast raging inside of him, to retain the human part of himself, and deny the animal. He is completely loyal to any and all within the pack and would lay down his life to protect them, he remembers a motto from the military that he has always carried with him, Never leave a man behind. That one sentence says so much about Derrick's personality and his dedication to those he deems as part of his 'family', those he has chosen to protect and be a part of.
Because of his fear of cracking under pressure, Derrick focuses with a single-mindedness when he is on duty, all bullshit is out aside and nothing is aloud to break his concentration when it comes to his work. He does not mingle with the pack or any other when he is on duty seeing that as a detriment to his concentration, and is liable to be very nasty if disturbed.
skills/abilities» Being a military man, even as far back as Derrick was gave him a good sense of weaponry, he is proficient with hand guns and rifles of all types, but prefers to use knives, or his own hands when in combat. Less sound, and a more gratifying kill, and having said that stealth is always a consideration when sneaking up on an enemy or prey. Derrick has turned it into an art form, one minute you are alone the next you have a knife to your throat or teeth on your jugular. He is fully capable of reaching anthrope form(half-human, half-werewolf) and his true form at any given time, but even he cannot fight the pull of the moon, and must change when the time comes.
This self discoveryplay-by» Caco Ricci
Redemption taking hold of my mind
physical description» Derrick is tall, dark and handsome as the saying goes, his gypsy heritage plain for all to see. His height of 6'2" makes him a formidable opponent to any but the strongest and fastest, since his reach is greater than most mens. His previous military experience coupled with his daily workouts, have chiseled his body into that of a gorgeous physique, all muscle and no discernible fat on him. His hair is a tad shaggy and in need of a cut, that being the only thing that Derrick has not kept up to military style with, and it is almost always mussed from his running his hands through it and pushing it back away from his face.
Dark obsidian eyes peer out of a completely masculine countenance, taking in the world around him in silence, their depths holding shadows of what once was, but would never be again. His gaze is enough to make a cowardly man cringe and a woman to swoon, if it were to fall upon them. The only other thing that Derrick doesn't hold true to form with his military past is his wont to let his beard grow out just a bit past the five o'clock shadow stage, but the scruffiness only adds to his sexual appeal. Most of the time he wears black, from the top of his head to the tip of his rather large combat boots, but he always looks as if he just walked off the front page of GQ even in all black fatigues.
transformation description» Being a man like he is, it is not hard to believe that when he is in any form he is a something to be reckoned with, when he transforms to his anthrope form he gains nine inches in height, and the breadth of his chest doubles. The muscles he has in human form become more clearly defined and even more massive in this form. Eyes that are most time obsidian lighten to a honey-gold color and look out of a face covered in soft white fur, his elongated snout as black as the depths of the sea. His fur is not wholly white, but rather interspersed with shades of gray and tan, except for one stripe of solid black, approximately two inches wide down the middle of his chest.
In true wolf form Derrick is a mass of white fur, except for the same grey and tan peeping through here and there, the same black stripe covering his chest in this form the same as his anthrope form. He is a sight to behold, and a handful to tangle with in this form like any other he can be ruthless when it comes to a kill, doing whatever necessary to come out the victor.
Dark maiden take ahold of my handfamily»Cousin, several generations removed to, Tristan Drake
Lead me away from hibernation
history» The past, it's such a pesky thing, just when you think you can get away from it, it comes back to bite you in the ass. Well that's pretty much been the life and times of yours truly Derrick. He was born on Valentine's day, but not born obviously born with any special favor for the day, if he had been perhaps the things that happened in the years to come would not have happened. Derrick was born to a a nomadic family of gypsies, where they originally came from was anyone's guess but at the time of his birth they were in Italy. What were they doing in Italy you ask? Well they were doing what most gypsies of the time did, for one they sold their services as spiritual guides and palm readers, and second they kept moving to stay alive and out of the hands of the law.
It is believed that Derrick's family was a part of the mass exodus of Ramony from Sind(now modern day Pakistan) in the years between 1380 and 1425. This cannot be proven for a fact however, the only clue as to the origin of his family line comes from the dialect spoken by Derrick's family, the Romani language. So it was several generations that went by before Derrick himself was brought into the world of the gypsy and their ways, they were already set on their preordained path as it were. So you can imagine the life he led as a child, traveling hither and yon, always moving ahead and never staying in one place. funny how things repeat themselves, no? Considering that years later he would once again, be doing the same thing only with new companions, a new 'family' that had been made with himself, Tobias, and Daniel. But that's jumping ahead, back to the story.
By the time Derrick was 15 he was tired of the constant moving and had little use for the charlatan tricks his family used to make their living. Not all of the gypsies were talented in the arts, some of them merely faked it and Derrick's parents were some of the ones that had no talent. At the age of 17 he ran away from the traveling family that had been all he had known and joined the military, in the year 1724. His military years passed fairly uneventfully, skirmishes here and there, but no war to speak of, at least not that Derrick ever participated in.
Then it happened, one night in 1737, while on patrol duty Derrick came upon a wolf, or what he thought was a wolf. It was actually a werewolf in it's true form, and unlike a normal wolf it did not run away from Derrick but charged him instead. The move so caught Derrick off guard that the wolf was on him before he could even think, knocking his gun from his hand and out of his reach. The beast was enraged, and trying to tear out Derricks throat while raking him with his claws, across his chest and down his sides, gouging him and tearing flesh. Derrick was able to reach the knife that he kept strapped to his side just for this purpose, close combat. He was up against the toughest opponent he would ever meet and knew that this fight was to the death, only one of them would walk away.
During the struggle that lasted mere minutes Derrick managed to wound the beast intent on taking his life, stabbing him several times in the chest and throat, unfortunately because of his position and the strength of the wolf he was unable to get a good kill shot. The wolf, injured, and definitely in tremendous pain left his opponent lying in a pool of blood and his own flesh and fled into the darkness. Derrick believed himself to be dead, knowing that the wounds he had taken would surely kill him, but he knew also that the wolf would die as well from the many wounds he had inflicted. They would both bleed out and be dead before the morning sun rose, but he was wrong on both accounts, to his credit though if it had been a normal wolf that had attacked him things would have ended just as he thought. Whether it was a gift or a curse, Derrick still does not fully comprehend, he survived the night. Now he was no longer part of the human race, he was more than that, he was part of the animal kingdom in it's most basic sense, he was a werewolf.
The first couple of months were the hardest for him, he was alone and did not understand yet what had happened to him, not completely anyway. The first time he shifted under the full moon he thought he was being ripped apart from within, the pain was almost more than he could bare. It wasn't but a few months after that he ran into Tobias and Daniel, he had deserted the military after his attack not being able to explain, nor really grasping his own new circumstances. They took him into their fold, called him a brother, and they became Derrick's surrogate family. Tobias and Daniel took him under their wings, teaching him what it meant to be a wolf, what it meant for his life from that point forward. There were many times that they disagreed upon things, some almost coming to blows, Derrick was a soldier at heart and swore to protect the men he now called brothers, but they didn't always make it easy. They had been werewolves all their lives, he had not, but he had military knowledge to back him which they did not, a quandary to be sure, who was right, who was better to be the protector? Over the years they compromised many times, reevaluating their situation time and again, changing the ways they did things.
In the year of 1787, that year changed much for them, that was the year that Ilead McNab joined their group, saved from certain death at the hands of a vampire by none other than Tobias. Derrick helped to watch over her as she healed from the attack along with Tobias and Daniel, and in the course of her healing he came to consider her part of the family. He saw the way Tobias looked at her, and if his adopted brother loved her then so would Derrick, it was inevitable. Derrick had never known Audrina and Tobias rarely spoke of her, but he had a look in his eyes when he did so. the same kind of look that he now cast upon this new member to their pack, and so the umbrella of Derrick's protective nature grew to encompass her under it's shelter. Derrick was by Tobias's side along with Daniel when he married Ilead, he watched with pride as she brought her and Tobias's first litter into the world and once again their pack grew.
The children brought a whole new dimension to Derrick's life, a whole new list of troubles to deal with. Even from a very young age Lily was a rambunctious pup, always getting into messes she had no business being in, always running with her brothers and getting into mischief. He started their training as soon as possible at the behest of his friend and brother Tobias, teaching them all they needed to know about being a werewolf and surviving in the world where they had to keep a part of themselves held apart, a secret. He found each ones talents and expanded upon them, making them the best they could be. The years went by, the children grew, trained, and learned the lessons of life. Then the new litter was born in 1866, and Derrick's work began all over again, but this time things were different. Ilead had a difficult birth and two of the pups were lost. The night they were born Derrick was nearby as always and when he found out about the two stillborn pups with the help of Lily he buried them, he sat for a long while after they were planted beneath the earth, after Lily had left to go back to the house and he cried. For the lives lost, and the ones that never got a chance to live, he wept, but if asked about that night he will only ever say that the pups were buried and things taken care of.
Ilead remained ill after the birth, one day Derrick had decided to go for a hunt to bring back something special to cheer those in the house, to possibly help bolster Ilead's failing health. He knew better than to leave them, but Tobias and Daniel had been there when he left, he had no idea that Tobias had any intention of taking the children on an outing. If he had he would never have left, he too knew about the hunters nearby, had even had a run-in with one of them and narrowly escaped with his life. Returning home soon after Tobias, he walked into a home full of death, he still dreams of that night, of the smell of her blood, the lost look in Tobias's eyes, the devastation in Daniel's.
Many years have passed since then, the children have grown up, and time has marched on. Derrick now looks at Lily with more than protection on his mind, and hoped for the day when she will see him in the same way. The only things that remains to be seen is will Derrick be able to nurture the Lily into blooming just for him? Or will the bloom wither and die before it ever has a chance to reach full potential? Will he be able to protect those under his care? To keep his family safe? Only time will tell.
Stare into the nightother»
Power beyond containing
»He owns a jet black fully restored 1969 Limited Edition Dodge Charger500custom member title» The White Death
»Own a Harley Night Train
rp sample» Um.....yeah see Rio Shaughnessy This post has been edited by Derrick Mallory on Aug 20 2008, 01:11 PM
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DEAR GOD! He is fracking smexy!
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