Post by lana on Apr 18, 2011 7:44:04 GMT -5
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DIEGO RUDI HERNANDEZ
Diego Hernandez | 21 | Straight | Neutral | Bar Tender | Marlon Texieria[/color][/font]
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• The Curse, the curse of the werewolf offers many perks as well as drawbacks, he has the ability to transform into a hulking werewolf on the full moon and occasionally at his own choice. This also gives him the ability to heal faster than regular humans.
• Enhanced Strength, has the strength levels of a vampire when he’s in his werewolf form however even in his human form he is far stronger than you’re average human being.
• Nocturnal Vision, his vision in the night is amazing, he can see in pitch black similar to how night vision binoculars work.
• Improved Smell, like all canines his sense of smell is vastly superior to regular humans which is great for tracking vamps, not so good when you’re taking out the trash or cleaning sick out of the toilets.
• Superior Hearing, he can hear the a pin drop in a crowded club, that’s how good his sense of hearing is. Which is great until somebody blows a dog whistle or smashed a glass, leaving his ears ringing for hours.
• As he works in the Bronze his ability to make the best Mojito in Sunnydale is almost legendary.
WEAKNESSES • Although his body heals faster due to his werewolf curse, the healing ability does not suppress the pain he endures while injured. When his wounds heal he feels similar pain as to when they were inflicted. Like all normal people he doesn’t enjoy being hurt and sometimes has to work himself up for situations where extreme pain is certain.
• His abilities are still very new and thus he finds it hard to control his primal desires. He often has to excuse himself from social situations if they become too heated.
• Silver bullets, anything silver really is fatal to a werewolf, the precious metal is highly poisonous. Putting a silver chain round his neck will render him almost immobile.
• Short tempered, while the full moon will always cause a change he can be turned due to stress, aggravation or occasionally passion. These scenarios can trigger a transformation into the world.
• Other supernatural creatures are just as strong as he is and can offer a fair fight, his powers are very raw and he is not yet used to them.
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Going lower, Diego's body is almost a work of art. The last few months show their marks on him simply by how fit he is. Not that he was out of shape before becoming a werewolf, but rather after his body has transformed, his former bulky physique of a high school footballer has turned into lean cut muscle. Most of this is down to a good diet, the other half is his monthly transformation burning an excess of calories and stretching and toning every muscle in his body. Along with his physique however are a collection of scars. One on his rib from a stab wound when he was younger, a tiny one above his left eyebrow from a bar fight he tried to break up. But by far the largest and most memorable one is the bite mark on his right forearm, a souvenir from the werewolf attack.
Diego is well known for rocking the jeans and t-shirt. He isn’t one to fuss over his hair and the same carries over for his clothing as well. He has an insane amount of t-shirts, most of which are either blank or have faded band logos on them. Due to his transformation he keeps a lot of clothes that he can throw away without much care.
PERSONALITY Ever since he was a kid, Diego has always been the lively one. His passion for life as a whole has always been one of his most notable features. Whether he’s surfing on the ocean or even reading a book. If it’s something he wants to do, you can bet your ass you’ll be able to tell by the fire in his eyes. A word that best describes him would most definitely be passionate. Passion for life, passion for the people in his life, and passion for the things he’s doing in his life. Because of this, he tends to come off a bit self absorbed, though that’s actually quite far from the truth. While he has been known to obsess over some things in his life, he is constantly aware of the people around him, and how his actions affect them. He likes to consider himself a good person for all intense and purposes, and when he does get out of line or out of hand, usually all it takes is a close friend to put him in check.
Diego is first and foremost a fighter. He was raised to always fight for what he wants, and for the most part that’s exactly what he does. His fiery personality is only spawned from his upbringing. Being raised in a family where being courageous was not only a virtue but a way of life, it really is no wonder he is the way he is. Some may call it a blessing, while others may call it a curse, but he was brought up being told that he had the power to change the world, and for the most part he believed it.
He does what he himself believes in, and very rarely let’s other people dictate his way of thinking. It’s why for the longest time, While he has a supportive family he enjoys being alone, especially now since his incident. He for one has always had an aversion to relying heavily on others; it has always gone against his nature. He’d take roughing it out on his own over being forced to trust a total stranger. It’s not to say that he hates people, because that’s far from the truth. He can be quite a social guy, and has very little trouble gaining people’s trust, a social chameleon in almost every way. While he was not worldly or well travelled, he was given a great work ethic from his mother.
As well meaning as the young man is, the truth of the matter is that he is extremely impulsive. He has never had any problem doing what he believed in, going for what he wants on a whim. Spontaneity is his way of trusting his gut, relying solely on his instincts rather than letting second guesses get in the way. He is a guy who fights using gut and raw emotion, and for the most part it works out. There are, however, quite a few instances when his “leap before you look” mentality has landed him in hot water. Apparently disregarding consequences and seizing the day doesn’t always work out. One thing is definitely for sure, this guy is far from predictable, and this has been thought of as both a good and bad thing, depending on the situation and outcome.
LIKES
• Kick ass girls, he works in a bar where there’s no shortage of beautiful girls that walk his way. But he likes a girl with a bit of an edge to her.
• Live music, While his hearing is enhanced he still appreciates music, probably more so now than ever before as he can appreciate every instrument as it’s played.
• Rum, It’s his drink of choice. He loves the sugary bitter taste.
• Sports, all of them with the possible exception of Golf because it’s not really a sport. He’s a very active person.
• Meat, more so since he was cursed but he loves meat, as close to raw as possible.
DISLIKES
• Being out of control, He cannot control himself in the wolf form and hates having no control over his own body.
• Embarrassing animalistic qualities. He occasionally has to repress his desire to mark his territory also bad breath for the week after his transformation.
• Vertigo, from a young age he’s always had a crippling fear of heights.
• TV, he doesn’t own one, he especially hates reality TV that his family would crowd around to watch.
• Boredom, He can’t sit around and do nothing he feels like he is wasting time when he is bored.
• Cats, he doesn’t know why but he hates them. He constantly fights the urge to chase them.
• Smokers, with his enhanced senses cigarette smoke is the most repugnant scent in the world.
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His life was fairly average; he was the popular guy whose life peaked in high school. He was from the poorer side of town where he lived with his mother and stepfather, the prospect of going to College was foreign to them and they could never afford to send Diego. He was the captain of the football team and was a true star. He was offered several scholarships in his final year and was set to go play for UCLA. Until a bad tackle ended with him breaking his ankle in the championship match. The offers from schools were slowly withdrawn and he was left in Sunnydale as his friends graduated and moved on. He waited tables for a while saving up whatever money he could to move out of his apartment. He got a bar job at the bronze thanks to his fake ID when he was 20 and has worked there since, even after the ordeal.
Diego was taking out the trash one night when it happened, as if from nowhere he was attacked. He woke up in a hospital bed, his body was covered in bloody bandages yet he was ok. Doctors were astonished that he survived the attack and that his wounds were healing so quickly. They were able to release him after 48 hours with a rabies shot and some bandages around the wound on his wrist where he had been bitten. He continued with his life as usual for the next month. Things were looking up for him, he no longer needed his reading glasses, his bad ankle was better than ever. He had taken to eating extremely rare steaks but everything else was A+.
It wasn’t until the full moon when he realised what had happened. The moon brought about a change in him, he spent the day in his house feeling sick as if his body was purging, getting ready for a change, it wasn’t until the light of the full moon touched his skin when the transformation occurred. Words can’t describe the pain he went through that first night, as if every single molecule in his body was being stretched and reshaped. He screamed in agony for over thirty minutes until he lost the ability to scream; only howls escaped his brand new mouth.
He awoke in his apartment, naked, his house trashed. He remembered everything as if he watched in from a distance, not associated with the beast that destroyed his home but he knew what he had done. As time went by he began to understand his condition a little better, web forums allowed him to get information on ways to deal with being a werewolf. He found an abandoned building and managed to book the full moon off of work. Diego thinks he’s got his life on track, at least until the Slayer came to town.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I’d like to have him get involved with the Slayers at some point maybe as an ally but he’s a bit of a wild card just now because he’s dealing with his curse on his own without any assistance. He’s a good guy deep down but he has no control over the wolf so that could cause some trouble.
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Experience | Other Characters | Los Lobo
Everything had gone to hell. It was obvious that he had made a mistake by not leaving town. That was the only thing he could think of as he sat in his apartment alone, his knees pressed close to his chest as his arms wrapped around them. Almost as if he was holding himself together, if he didn’t let go maybe he wouldn’t transform tonight. Maybe he could stay human if he was focused enough. He kept his eyes fixed on his wall, his heartbeat echoed through his body almost making him physically shake. Then finally it happened, the ecstasy of an adrenalin needle to the chest his heart raced blood began pumping through his veins. It was happening he couldn’t stop it.
He threw himself to the floor as his body slowly began to change. He screamed in pain, while it wasn’t as bad at the first time he changed the pain was still astonishing. His muscles were exploding as he lost control of his limbs; they darted out in different directions as his bones began to shatter. They reassembled themselves in all the major places, his feet became larger, his hands turned to claws and his spine became more angular as the sharp bones extruded from his back, suddenly he began to gain muscle mass. His chest expands first of all as his t-shirt bursts at the seams; his claws begin to tear at it leaving it nothing more than shreds on the floor. He begins to go for his jeans but his hands are useless now, he rolls around on the floor as his legs begin to transform now. The little hair he had on his body begins to spread, his snail trail become a full chest and torso of thick black hair.
He stops screaming as his jaw dislocates, this part is the worst. He feels it alter as if somebody is pulling his jaw away from his skull as his sinuses erupt in pain, his face is changing now. His ears change shape, the hair spreads all around him as his jeans finally burst off of his hairy legs. He bucks on the floor the last effects of the changes take place internally, his bodily organs changing shape, his mind reconfiguring; he feels the last strains of humanity slip away as a howl emerges from his throat.
He howls again, his eyes now focused on the full moon when suddenly there is a distraction, a slam on his door. Words he can’t comprehend, he smells wildly in the air picking up all the information he needs, sweaty, smelling like fried foods, a distinct odour of BO in the air. Neighbour he tries to tell his wolf self, sit. Stay he mentally commands as if talking to a domesticated pet, not the ferocious beast that now resides in his body. There is another bang at the door as the beast takes a step towards the door, the entire room shakes under his weight as it lets out another howl before bolting to the door, he tears it off of its hinges and his neighbour stands there, his eyes clasped on the werewolf. With one effortless backhanded swipe the neighbour is thrown twelve feet down the corridor. The wolf chooses against eating the overweight slob of a man, deciding it needs more nourishment as it leaps out of the window in the corridor landing on the busy street, ready to feast.
He threw himself to the floor as his body slowly began to change. He screamed in pain, while it wasn’t as bad at the first time he changed the pain was still astonishing. His muscles were exploding as he lost control of his limbs; they darted out in different directions as his bones began to shatter. They reassembled themselves in all the major places, his feet became larger, his hands turned to claws and his spine became more angular as the sharp bones extruded from his back, suddenly he began to gain muscle mass. His chest expands first of all as his t-shirt bursts at the seams; his claws begin to tear at it leaving it nothing more than shreds on the floor. He begins to go for his jeans but his hands are useless now, he rolls around on the floor as his legs begin to transform now. The little hair he had on his body begins to spread, his snail trail become a full chest and torso of thick black hair.
He stops screaming as his jaw dislocates, this part is the worst. He feels it alter as if somebody is pulling his jaw away from his skull as his sinuses erupt in pain, his face is changing now. His ears change shape, the hair spreads all around him as his jeans finally burst off of his hairy legs. He bucks on the floor the last effects of the changes take place internally, his bodily organs changing shape, his mind reconfiguring; he feels the last strains of humanity slip away as a howl emerges from his throat.
He howls again, his eyes now focused on the full moon when suddenly there is a distraction, a slam on his door. Words he can’t comprehend, he smells wildly in the air picking up all the information he needs, sweaty, smelling like fried foods, a distinct odour of BO in the air. Neighbour he tries to tell his wolf self, sit. Stay he mentally commands as if talking to a domesticated pet, not the ferocious beast that now resides in his body. There is another bang at the door as the beast takes a step towards the door, the entire room shakes under his weight as it lets out another howl before bolting to the door, he tears it off of its hinges and his neighbour stands there, his eyes clasped on the werewolf. With one effortless backhanded swipe the neighbour is thrown twelve feet down the corridor. The wolf chooses against eating the overweight slob of a man, deciding it needs more nourishment as it leaps out of the window in the corridor landing on the busy street, ready to feast.
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