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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || Jovan
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || 24, actual age is 172
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Male.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Tombstone, Arizona (That's right - the wild, wild west)
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Pansexual
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s p e c i e s || Werewolf
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§ h a i r || Brown
§ h e i g h t || 6'2"
§ w e i g h t || 200 lbs
§ s k i n || Tan
§ s c a r s || Claw marks on his chest, bite marks on his right bicep. More here and there.
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§ d e s c r i p t i o n || Jovan can be described as a tall heavy-set man with musculature that you never knew existed in the human body. He is in prime physical condition, and he puts more effort into that than the t-shirt and jeans, of which may or may not have been worn the other day. He just doesn't care about his appearance, but that doesn't keep the ladies from flocking to him. There must be something about a rough, unkempt man that really ruffles a hen's feathers. His hair always looks like he just woke up, he has a five o'clock shadow at 9am, and he's likely worn the same pair of holy jeans since the Levi's were created during the California Goldrush. Which would not be wrong - he really does have jeans from 1853.
His wolf form is very indicative of his nature; an ashen grey with thick matted fur. When one thinks of a wolf, maybe they think of this majestic creature that howls at the moon with beautiful blue eyes, or some shit like that. They'd have brilliant coats that glisten in the moonlight's touch and pearly white fangs. That is not him. None of that would describe Jovani in any way, shape, or form. His beastly figure has really been through some shit. His tail is disfigured, as if at one point it was broken in such ways that made it impossible to heal. It's crooked at the end, and almost hairless.
It doesn't help that an Indian tribe, way way back in the wild west days, cursed his pack for chomping on a couple of their people over the course of a few days. To be fair, they had been new blood-lusting werewolves then. Their curse? They were truly monstrous in appearance; they also look like mangy and pathetic street dogs. Jovani's form is so thin that the ribs culd be seen, and his canines are blunt and disfigured. He also has no claws.
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To be fair, he was once a leader of people that were senselessly slaughtered. Not really senselessly because they rightfully deserved their death sentence. Under his bad leadership, they were mindless killers with no control or humanity. They left him alone intentionally, to serve his time on the earth in a prison of his own bad choices and how they affected the people he loved the most: his pack, his wife, his children. They were all gone. With all of the other chastisements that the Indians thrust upon him, he was forced to change. He no longer has the charisma and confidence of a leader, as if any of that did him any good. His protective nature over family, friends, and his pack seemed to disintegrate.
Jovan had to learn how to control himself under the sway of the full moon. He had to put the humanity inside of the beast instead of leaving that at the door and going ham on the general populace. Even if they tasted like ham sometimes. He still has dark primal urges, but they are utterly impossible to meet under the state of his current wolf form. To be quite frank, he just wishes that something would kill him. Someone, even. Almost two-hundred years spent thinking about how he failed miserably and, was the only one allowed to live, does a thing or two to a guy. He's always haunted by his failures - even in his dreams, his waking hours, the full-moons.
There is this rumor about a wolf that howls and howls and howls all night on a full moon. All of the others avoid him like a plague. That is Jovan. No other wolf would be caught dead around him. He's a real stain in the species.
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His weaknesses are in his wolf form because he has no claws, blunt teeth and an overall sickly appearance. This is genuinely his weakest state, and he dreads when he is compelled to turn on the full moon. He is also prone to typical werewolf weaknesses: silver, mountain ash, etc.
His strengths lie in his protective instincts, tracking and hunting, and street smarts.
His fears are falling asleep, the full moon, and the fact that he can't kill himself so he may be forced to live forever.
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