Post by atticus killian innominata on Jun 15, 2013 19:28:55 GMT
Atticus Killian Castillo
Hey, my name is... Atticus Killian Castillo
But most call me... Atticus, Ati
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 35 years
Which means I was born... October 22nd
I'm a... local
And only a... Paramedic
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... very dark brown, almost black
One could say... I am Caucasian, stand at 6'4", have broad shoulders, a strong jaw. I'm muscular and I like to keep my body fit and in shape. My eyes are a dark cerulean blue and my hair actually curly but is usually kept short and is dark brown in colour but usually appears black in most lighting however, when the sun catches it you will see the brown tones to it.
My wolf is... large, lean but muscular, black-furred and with dark cerulean blue eyes.
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I'm normally seen wearing... usually fairly casual clothing even when dressing 'smart'.
And I supposedly look like... Henry Cavill
All round, I'm... A nice enough guy I suppose. I’m fairly easy-going and enjoy a bit of playful banter, teasing and flirting and I can take jokey insult but I must admit as a werewolf, son of an Alpha and former runt of a pack deep down, I have an aggressive side that sometimes comes out when someone shows aggressive behaviour towards me or someone I like and I will try to hold back but there’s only so much pushing and prodding I can take before I snap. I also have the need to prove myself to others.
I think you could say I’m the kind of male that sometimes tries too hard. When I set my mind on a goal I will stop at nothing to someday achieve it but I say that I’m just a passionate guy.
I am superman. Well, in a sense. As a paramedic, I’m one of the first health care professionals at the scene of an accident or emergency and it is my job to asses a patient’s condition, take potentially life-saving decisions about the treatment needed and if needed administer the treatment.
When it comes to patients, I like to think I’m someone that will help put them at ease? I remain calm, laid-back even; light-hearted even if the patient is severely injured. I will not however, lie to them and give them false hope. I will also not lie to family members but, I will refrain from outright telling the truth if I feel it will not help.
I'm in love with...
- Food
- Play-fighting- because there's nothing wrong with some rough and tumble (; i also enjoy a good fight whether i win or lose.
- Joking around and laughing. I know, that may seem obvious since many people do but to actually genuinely laugh or make someone else laugh from deep down...i just love that feeling?
- Running
- Hunting
- Comic books- I like superheros, okay? Don't answer that because honestly- I don't care what you think about me.
- Motorbikes. At the moment my current babies are a Kawasaki ZZR 1400, a Triumph Bonneville T100 and a Ducati Monster M900 but I often buy bikes, fix them up and then sell them again as a hobby so I have bikes coming in and out...but those three are the ones that I plan on keeping for a while.
- That feeling you get when you're told that your efforts have saved someone's life.
- Having fun with others. Whether it just be going out for drinks, just having a bit of banter, sex, playing video games (especially if I'm winning) or messing around having wheel chair races with my colleagues between shifts.
Though I detest...
- Cats. The fact that I am allergic to them does not help.
- Prejudice
- Pigeons and Seagulls. They are irritating and serve no purpose. They just eat and shit anywhere and everywhere.
- Bullying.
- Peas. Just...what. No.
- Mornings. I'm not a morning person.
- Seafood.
- Being trapped or caged.
But my best assets are...
- My ability to fight.
- My determination.
However my worst...
- I'm very disorganized and it often leads to me losing things which annoys me.
- I may seem patient and I do have some level of patience because of my job I suppose...but it's very limited?
And I dream of... finding some place else where I belong. For many years, all I knew was pack life and to fight. Now, I no longer have that and I want to find something more. I've been wandering a lone wolf for six years and I want to find somewhere I belong again.
My life story... As a boy, I was a scrawny little thing. Only skin and bones really. No muscle. No strength. I was very much the runt of the Alpha’s pups and because I was born during the time of the war I was often pushed aside or overlooked by my parents and the rest of the pack. They were too busy trying to survive themselves to care much for a runt that in their eyes wouldn’t live until the war’s end.
My eldest brother Lucius was twelve years older than me but I always looked up to him as I grew older he was everything I wanted to be. My sister, Severina, was eight years older and the one I was closest to and seemed to care for me the most. Then there Roman who was six years older than me. He was always the one that teased me the most and liked to joke around but he always had my back if anyone else tried to mess with me.
I think the way I was treated at first was what pushed me hard to exceed their expectations of me and become more than anyone would ever think I’d become and over time, I did exactly that. I persevered and annoyed my older siblings and pack members to train with me and help better myself and when I was sixteen I even started fighting in the war.
By the time I was nineteen, no one could overlook me any longer because not only had I grown strong and tall- standing at six feet and still growing- and I was quickly becoming known for my fierce and skillful fighting. My parents began acknowledging me more, I surpassed my older brothers and sister in capability and it wasn’t long until I heard those five words that I hadn’t realized I had been longing to hear from my father “I’m proud of you son.”
I was no longer the scrawny runt that bruised, bled and broke easily. I became a well-respected, liked and appreciated member of the Castillo pack. I was seen as the Alpha’s shining son and of course, this invoked some spite in my eldest brother Lucius who had fought countless battles already, led members of the pack to victories and received little praise or acknowledgment. And I tried to fix things before our relationship worsened. I let Lucius win in fights between us, I let him command me, I let him claim responsibility for battles won because of my efforts. But yet, our father still saw me as his heir and Lucius hated it.
My father’s murder changed everything. And yes, it was murder. I saw it. My father fell in battle, wounded but not too severe. He would’ve survived but no, I then witnessed Lucius snapping our father’s neck in one quick harsh movement and the anger I felt in that moment was so overwhelming it could not be contained. I was seething. I can’t remember exactly what happened because it was all a blur but the wolf inside me took over and I fought the wolf who I once looked up to. Who I once called my brother but could no longer hold that title because I didn’t see him as my own blood anymore. The wolf I fought was just a fucking dog that cowardly killed my father when he was wounded and couldn’t defend himself. In my wolf form I broke my brother’s back before taking his neck between my jaws and ripping his throat out.
No one else saw Lucius kill our father but members of our pack arrived the moment I killed Lucius. My mother, sister and brother looked at me as if I was a traitor. As if I tore something from them and I suppose I understand that in their eyes I was and I did.
As the new Alpha, my sister ordered me to be taken away for the time being. They locked me away in a dark window-less, cold, hard, room- the place we used to imprison pack rogues or hold other races as prisoners for I do believe was four days before I was taken out to stand before my pack. Some who did not witness what I did believed me innocent. Most just didn’t know what to say. They knew me. I gave my reason why I killed him. I explained my actions and although most believed me…killing your own blood…my family found it hard to overlook it. So, my sister declared me innominata. ‘No name’. I was disowned, excluded from my pack, casted out. A Castillo by name no more.
For the past six years I’ve been what our race would call a lone wolf. I stopped fighting in the war when I was cast out and instead I turned to helping the wounded even though not many people wanted the help of a wolf that killed his own kin once they heard what I did- especially those who hadn’t heard the whole story but still, I trained in medicine and emergency treatment and although when I saw my own kind suffering from wounds. Dying. I did want to return to the battlefield- I didn’t. I treated those who could be treated. I tried to save as many lives as I could even though sometimes I failed.
I did this solely for the first four years as Innominata but, when I was exiled from my pack I left with nothing and for those four years I lived mainly in my wolf form because I received only just enough money for bare essentials every day. I changed this though, when for a year of my life I entered a place called the Pits - which is basically underground werewolf fighting. A mix between cage fighting and dog fighting in sense. The system was simple; two lone werewolves fighting to not only prove themselves but for the cash reward also and others would also place bets on the participating werewolves. It's a form of entertainment to some but many packs frown down upon this area of our society. They consider it brutal and savage. Why? Because the fights are fight to the death.
It was a strange reception seeing a few had heard rumors about my pack, myself and what happened. Many knew not to underestimate me for this but actually, I received a handful of challenges from werewolves that I suppose wanted the glory of being able to say they were the one that killed me. The son of the former Castillo Alpha.
The challengers I accepted however, did not succeed.
I only fought four fights - accumulating a little over what I needed to ensure security and comfort for the next few decades of my life. After those four fights, I walked away from the pits, took a few months to gather my bearings again before returning to the role of helping others and a couple of months I came to Northvale received one of the open jobs of Paramedic for Northvale hospital and returned to trying to save lives as opposed to taking them.
I was born to... Regulus and Sybelle
And also live with... Lucius, Severina and Roman
My ooc name is... Tof[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 2 years I guess?
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
