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Reginald Urisine Remington

"You'd think there'd be way more to eat around here, considering these are wolves, but I'll be damned if I can find a filling meal."

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a character in “Shadows At Dawn”, originally authored by Blazezon, as played by Dante Angelico

Description

Reginald Urisine Remington


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Age:
Thirty-One.

Additional Appearance:
Standing in at a lofty six-foot-four-inches, and weighing a healthy two-hundred-sixty-two pounds of raw muscle and dense bulk he's not exactly a teddybear at first glance. Hazy-blue eyes often glazed over with a look of marred disinterest and violence reinforce the irreproachable nature of bear's frame, but the toothed grin of a Kodiak wipe that away with ease. Short, shaggy black hair, a well kept scraggle of a beard and several earrings in each bring a subtler, softer vibe to his sharp, if not harsh features. Odd tattoos mark his arms, and even his left knuckles, while a whirlwind of battle scars make up his chest and back.

In bear form, Reggie stands 5'1" on all fours, and an impressive 11.5" on his hind legs. Most impressive however is his weight, though Kodiak's tend to be bulky, Reggie weighs in at a dominant nine-hundred-eighty-nine pounds.

Clothing:
Simple, comfortable, and a tid of durable is all it takes to end up on a bear. Often wearing nothing more than jeans and some sort of jacket or hoodie, Reggie's wardrobe is both limited and ragged. He tends to wear an outfit until it's torn to ribbons, or in such a need of a washing it's wiser to just toss it out. He has a 'fetish' for steel toed boots as well, them being the only form of shoes he wears when 'forced' to cover his feet.

Weapon:
Two slightly unconventional weapons lend aid to Reggie's fighting style. Thick steel gauntlets, plated to the elbow and inlaid with older markings, cultural bear insignia's and symbols, and bloodstains are his usual preference. Whereas most Were's enjoy differing slightly in their combat while in a human form, Reggie embraces his inner bear finding his fists the best way to go. He doesn't abide by any one martial art, instead using a mixed and often vast variety that mirrors the primal rage, and fun sporting of a bear in battle.

His other weapon is merely a variant, very similar gauntlets of blackened steel, except each finger on this is extended into a 3" claw.

Faction:
Werewolves.

Rank:
Pappa Bear. Reggie is an autonomous member within the werewolf tribe, adhering neither to their ranks or customs. Originally he and the Alpha had a decent relationship which hinged on him just passing through the tribe at times, only recently has he taken up a fragile residence within it. He acts as a sort of hired muscle, often policing both outsiders and tribe members a like.

Animal:
Kodiak.

Background:
Bears and werebears are extremely fickle when it comes to many things, especially offspring. Father's are never present, and mother's defend their young with a passion so fierce it's become a legend among humans, but that doesn't mean they're close. To an outsider, picturing a bear mother as close to her cubs, if not smothering may just seem to be common sense, but it truly isn't usually the case in nature. Outside of threat, or true danger they can be surprisingly uncaring. Cubs are generally giving a very long leash, and free reign over what becomes considered a 'den mother's turf", and mothers try to push off self-reliance so they can return to their own lives knowing their cubs will progress fine. But personalities vary as much in bears, and werekin as humans do, and Reggie's mom was very easily how a normal human may picture a momma bear. She set up a massive Den-turf, and upheld a constant vigil on the three of her cubs. You'd think being able to explore a large expanse of the mountains knowing your mother was watching you, and feeling fully protect would be every young bear's dream, but it just wasn't for Reggie.

Though born in human form, like his two siblings, he quickly found his animal form, and within no time began to spend more time in it than as a humanoid. Kodiak ran in his blood, or maybe to be more accurate, a little bit of Reggie ran through the Kodiak nature itself. He embraced the more wild aspects of heritages and didn't seem to look back. A large child in both forms, he was off exploring the treelines before his siblings, and unlike them in later days he felt little satisfaction in it. The all knowing, all seeing, ever present gaze of his mother seemed to curb his wanderlust. Or at least beat the enjoyment out of it. Constantly he gave his mother fits by pushing boundaries and straying to far. When he still just a young boy he left the bounds of his mother's den, which she knowingly allowed. It didn't take long for him to run into another, more mature bear who shooed him off in disinterest. Being a very young, very reckless, and large Kodiak of all things, he did what his wild nature told him was completely natural. He instigated a fight. To say it was the most one-sided fight in bear-history would be no figure of speech. Reggie was quickly beaten within and inch of his life. When his mother figured he'd had enough, and thought he was about to be killed she stepped in, the older werekin backing off instantly. She was content in thinking Reggie'd learned his lesson of caution, but unbeknownst to her he'd learned nothing of it. Instead, he'd learned what respect meant. He saw it in the older werekin's eyes the moment his mother showed, and he knew it was exactly what he needed. From everyone.
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Though even the most clinging of werebear mother's leave their cubs young, Reggie was dissatisfied. Still a babe to his kind, he broke from his mother's grasps, putting a massive distance between himself and her while she slept as a message to her. One she understood. It wasn't hatred, or angered rebellion, it was a pure need for freedom, and she allowed it. The first ounce of respect Reggie had earned. It did however hold grave consequences. Being fully independent was exhilarating, and utterly terrifying. All the bears this high in the trees, and alone like him would be bigger, smarter, and over all stronger. And this time his mother wouldn't play cavalry and save him. Using what little his mother had managed to teach him, and a lot of trial and error, he did manage to survive. For the longest of times that meant surviving off other's scraps and taking a beating for doing so, but that didn't seem to faze him. If anything each gash, or bruised and broken bone he got helped forge the wilds into him even deeper. He learned by watching the older werekin, by just trying something he'd come up with, or by studying his last failure, but never by asking. His sheer endurance had eventually earned him a little respect. Other werekin would move a bit at streams, or not fully hog choke spots once they saw him, allowing him a few fish before chasing him off.

That carried on until his teen years, when he'd finally had enough. Something eventually clicked in him, that drive and desire to be free, truly free, which meant no one stood in his way. A local stream was good for fish, not great, but good. And one older Grizzly had set up shop there and bullied just about anyone it could, Reggie included, always chasing him off. One summer's morning though, a challenge was issued. A respectful one, and fierce dual had begun. Usually within werekin and normal bear culture, a respectful challenge for a fishing spot, a kill, or even petty dominance was commonly not a fight to the death. One almost always yielded in defeat, and such was not considered shameful. But Reggie's ended in death. The bear was older, but a little smaller. He'd seen fights, Reggie had only seen beatings, and it was as if his entire life's abuse climaxed into one prolonged moment. In a fit of berserk brutality, not long after the fight began, it ended with the Grizzly beheaded. His first true fight, with one considered his greater no less, ended in a kill. Reggie's kill, and though it may have been considered over zealous, or even in poor taste by the older bears, it felt good. It felt amazing. The stream was his now, but it wasn't enough.

A sort of battle-lust set in to Reggie's bones, his blood, his muscle. Everything about him changed that day, and he carried himself high, with dignity, with might. He began to roam the mountain, going from place to place, challenging and besting anyone who'd give him the time. Respect was still understood, worthy opponents who fault well were allowed to yield, as was Reggie when bested, but the population of werekin went under a sort of weeding as he swept the mountain side. It was at the apex of his self imposed Gauntlet of battle that he finally had a run in with the Werewolves. Which was, by all accounts odd, considering he was a good Twenty at the time.

A pair of young cubs, no older than three or four had managed to land themselves in some trouble. A small group of human hunters in the area mistook the youngins for actual wolves and had proceeded to capture them, planning to sell the pups for quick cash. The rub came that they deiced to do this in the middle of Reggie's ever expanding empire of land and respect. All three hunters were torn to tiny shreds, and as what had become a hulk of a bear turned on the captured pups, with the obvious intent of either thrashing them within an inch of their hides, or out right eating them six fully matured wolves showed up. Not particularly wanting to fight a small pack, he backed down, which they took as a sign of respect, which they returned.

He was invited to their tribe, as a friendly guest, and from there a tentative relationship was formed between Reggie and the Alpha.

It was also a rather sad day for the male youths of the tribe. As the cubs and hunters spread tale of Reggie's kills, young men thought it would be funny to put what must have been errant boasting to the test, and defeat him to impressive the ladies. One by one, those arrogant, or dumb enough to make the challenge of the night ended up with a painful beating. Those who could've taken him, with ease or otherwise, were somewhat mocked for not bothering to challenge him. The next morning however, they were considered the smart ones because they weren't limping and moaning about with broken limbs.

Personality:
You might think he was your average werebear. Often lounging around, not a fan of great exertion, often well tempered and only somewhat interested in the world. But you'd be a bit wrong there. The deep rumble of a chuckle, so freely given, and the casual smiles of self contentment serve only when nothing's happening. For a bear, Reggie's extremely curious, often poking about anything he may deem interesting. Though civil, and often downright a teddybear, he's still as feral as a werekin gets. To call Reggie wild for a werebear would be no understatement. He may seem as calm, collected, sluggish and tempered as your average werekin, but for a bear he's still running way to hot. His temper may not have a hair trigger, but his blood lust sure does. An unshaken wanderlust still holds him, and though both body and mind have been carefully forged through countless violent encounters, the desire for a challenge is always there. A good meal, some soft music, and someone worth pounding into the dirt will always catch his attention.

That said, it's not surprising that he doesn't exactly fit in with the wolves. He's not one for the trapping of tribal life, if only just how close everything is, and despite being hired to both protect, and enforce the tribe he's got an odd sense of it. A lot of the issues he'd be supposed to police tend to slip by, because to Reggie a lot of things are a matter of personal pride, and tribe respect. If someone steals something from you, he's not going to go help you get it back, in fact he'll tell you to fight. If you win, then the thief was wrong, if he won, than he was no thief. It belonged the winner to begin with, regardless.

How do you feel about the other faction:
Sort of a difficult subject. No single feeling can be just blanket-ly thrown on to the entire upper pride lands. As long as they don't infringe on bear territory you're not going to see the average bear pay them any thought. Especially the small Kodiak population, but Reggie's eye is on them. He can easily see how the new werecat refugees could bring the entire pride to his doorstep, which is both concerning, and damn fun sounding.

Miscellaneous:
Theme - Motörhead - One Short Life

So begins...

Reginald Urisine Remington's Story

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The land outside was dark at first, no light was present at first but slowly a dull red glow began to rise from behind the horizon sweeping across the land, trees, rocks and other objects began to cast of long shadows at the sight of this red beam. Another beautiful start to the day in Colorado, Anvar thought as he looked out of one of the many windows in the study. He watched the sun rise from behind the horizon as he fetched himself and his good friend a bottle of whiskey each, a large bottle one for his friend and a smaller one for himself. Turning around with the bottles in hand, he smiled at the sight of the hulking mass of a man known to him and the pack as Reggie, sitting infront of the alpha's desk and with his usual carefree attitude walked towards his seat. "Here you go, one large bottle of whiskey for an equally large teddy bear." He said placing the bigger bottle by the werebear's hand as he sat down in his leather chair, kicking his feet up onto the table while leaning back, getting comfotable. Anvar was surprised he had found Reggie still asleep in his usual spot before he had got up and left as he usually did after spending a couple of days just resting and eating all the food in the processin in the werewolves home.

"I'm glad you've not run off already to go kill some other poor sod who's only crime was he got in your way." The alpha was letting out one of his signature smiles as he said all of this, he had the greatest of respect for the figuire sitting infront of him but still couldn't help but to jest with him. "I've been meaning to ask you something for some time now and I'm hoping you'll say yes to it." He was looking into those glazed eye's which were gazing right back at him, a hint of curiousity flickering within them. The alpha opened his bottle of whiskey, having felt the urge to drink grow stronger and took a long gulp of the amber coloured liquid, savouring each drop as it passed down his throat leaving a burning sensation in it's place. "Don't worry I'm not going to ask you to marry me if that was what you were thinking, like I've told you before I'm not the kind of guy to be held down by one person, even if you could hold me down with your little finger." He grinned a rather wolvish smile at the joke, his eyes not leaving the other pair.

"Since we've been friends for quite some time now and how we now share most of this territory I was going to ask you was......" His sentance was broken off as the door slammed wide open much to the surprise of both the werekins.

The setting changes from Pack Ranch House to Colorado

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Renmy Soril and Vale Alvers


It had been way too early to be dragged out of one's room and book by a seven year old with a questing lust who also apparently had no idea just what 4 a.m. meant. But nonetheless, the little girl had managed to pester the gamma wolf into taking her out into the territory at 4-fricken-bloody-a-m, which Renmy was still fuming about, crouched down a little ways away from the shore to the wide stream Vale had discovered while they were out trekking. It wasn't so much that the older wolf was mad about missing sleep, she did that on her own accord (though didn't really know why herself), but it was more having to reface the little snake so early.

Vale was watching the water so curiously, her mouth opened partially in a tiny 'o', her hands folded behind her back for the second being, her gaze hopping over the water and surrounding earth. She then shut her mouth, a wide, cheerful smile replacing it. She plodded down to the shore to get a closer look, and a small hiccup escaped her lips as she leaned over the water. She then took a step forward, her leg stiff before she hopped onto the first stone in the water. She teetered a bit, her arms straight out and wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance, hopping from stone to stone.

"N-no, Vale, don't- those rocks are bloody slippery, you could slip!" The red-haired girl whined, quickly running down to the stream herself. Renmy really didn't want to get wet, but the little pup was getting further and further away. "-Eh..nh." She muttered uncertainly, rubbing the back of her head as she tried to make a quick decision. By the time Vale got to the third rock, Renmy sprang into action. And by sprang, she stepped forward onto the first rock, tried to make it to the second, managed to slip off, scraping her leg on the way down into the water, and managed to create a somewhat small splash despite her figure.

Resurfacing, she spat out the water, her hand immediately going up to her head to check for any more cuts or bruises. "Owww...." She managed to mumble. Meanwhile, Vale was crouched down on her own rock, her hands resting on her knees as she gave Renmy a big, innocent smile. "Wasn't that hypociwhat-ical? I did use that correctly, right?" Her face then donned a curious/questioning feature, her mouth open just a bit and her eyes big and searching the very much soaked face of her friend. Renmy's hair was sticking to her face and forehead, and she quickly made her way out of the water, Vale hopping on the stones behind her. "Yes, you did, but it's hypocritical. We should go home. Now." She said the last word a bit sternly, and Vale merely smiled and nodded, wriggling her hand into the red-headed gamma's soaked one.

Renmy sighed, running her hand along the left side of her face, also shifting her hair back from the skin. They quickly headed back, which thankfully it wasn't a far walk. So the fem appeared at the front door to the house the pack resided in, completely soaked and sopping wet all over. However, the sun had just risen, so at least the scenery was nice. But she really didn't have time to dwell on it. She fumbled with the doorknob for a few moments before managing to get it open, and Vale hopped her way inside. However, pausing, the young girl tilted her head up, almost seemingly to sniff the air, before shooting off down the halls.

"W-what, NO, oh bleh, you've... yo- have to be kidding...." Her voice was naught but a frantic groan as she began to run off after the girl before she got herself into more trouble.

Vale skidded to a stop in front of the meeting room's door, reaching up and grasping the handle before turning it to the side, swinging the door open and peering inside. Her eyes rested on Reggie, and another massive smile lit up her small little face. Her gaze quickly flickered to the alpha, and she shot over to his desk, leaning up on it and her hands scrabbling along the wood towards the keen little shiny bottle. "What is this? Are you drinking it??" Quick as a whip, her finger was sliding along the mouth of the container and back into her own. She scrunched up her face immediately, and brought a hand to her chest, coughing and sticking her tongue out. "What IS that stuff!? Bleck" She made a mock gag, pointing to her open mouth, a somewhat kind of frown on her face. Though she whirled around, seeming to have already forgotten the bad taste in her mouth and her question as she looked upon the werebear, a huge grin back on her features. "Reggie!!!" She squealed, scrambling over to where he sat and climbing up his leg into his lap. She pressed her back into his chest and stomach, scooting her feet a bit on his knees so she could cuddle into his large mass more.

"Hey, Reggie sounds like a sea name or something. You know, like Captain Reginald or, or something. I think it sounds nice. I might even start calling you captain! Like," The little girl chattered on up at him, puffing out her cheeks and putting her hands on her hips before continuing in a deeper voice. "Hey, captain Reggie, we have a problem, there's a giant squid about to completely crush our ship. I say that we..." She dropped the faked voice that she was hoping sounded a bit manly before peeping out with her normal one. "Release the kraken!!" Vale giggled, clapping her hands together. "You know, fight fire with fire?" The little pup beamed up at him, her eyes innocent and very much pleased with her big friend being back.

Meanwhile, Renmy was still running through the house, just coming up to the hall where the meeting room was located, having followed the hyper-powered child by scent, as the darn slippery girl got out of her sight with her quick little legs. However, being wet caused her to slip, and she went sliding straight across the floor, quickly coming up to a table with a very expensive vase on it. "Oh bloody hell!" She yelped, colliding with the table, the vase shifting and launching just a bit forward. Renmy managed to worm her way north on her stomach, grasping desperately for the decorative piece. She barely managed to catch it and she let out a sigh of relief as the table met the floor with a crash. "...." She looked at the vase, her right eyebrow suddenly arching. "WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?"

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Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Reginald Urisine Remington Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Vale Alvers
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A small beam of light from the hallway entered a dark room through a narrowly opened door. The faint light seemed quickly absorbed in the darkened room, revealing a dresser and a bookshelf before fading away. Completely in the dark was a medium sized wooden bed, piled high with tangled sheets. A large form lay curled up on top of the sheets, her bushy tail curled around her body and covering her nose. Suddenly, her dark ears flickered, catching the sounds of a door slamming open, a little girl's voice. One yellow eye slowly opened, observing the quiet room before scrunching closed again as the large wolf shifted into a deep stretch. Settling back on the pile of sheets, she yawned, sharp teeth gleaming even in the dark room.

Cyra hopped down from the bed, her large paws making a soft thud on the carpet before she glided out of the room. As she pushed the door open, a loud bang resounded from downstairs. She quietly strode down the stairs, quickly finding the source of the noise. Not surprisingly, Renmy was laying on the slightly wet floor, a vase in her outstretched arms and its table on the ground beside her. 'You okay?' Cyra inquired, her tail still straight out behind her as she sniffed the girl, quickly determining she had no new injuries, at least nothing major. 'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.' She looked at Renmy with a wry look on her face. She roughly nudged the girl's shoulder with her nose, wanting her to get up.

When Cyra was satisfied, she gave a final wag of her bushy tail and lazily walked into the study, quickly taking everything in. Anvar was standing behind his desk, the light from the rising sun lighting his face. Reg, the werebear, was sitting in one of the chairs, little Vale on his lap. Cyra was surprised he was still here. He usually left sooner than this, but Cyra felt he was a welcome addition anyway, despite the lack of food in the house currently. 'What's going on?' Cyra questioned, hopping onto a couch across from Reg.