Joey Lo Duca-Werewolf-Kadzait

Basic Information

Birth Name: Joseph Micah Lo Duca
Aliases: Joey
Place of Birth: Somewhere in the Wallowa Mountains, Oregon
Age: 25/20-ish DOB: June 9,1982 DOG: June 9, 1997
Male/Female: Male
Current Occupation: Handy man/painter for The Studio
Past Occupation: (If different from above) artist, odd jobs, handyman, “the paint guy” at Homestead

Appearance

Hair Color: Light brown
Length and Style: long-ish modern cut, no more than three or four inches long
Eye Color: Chocolate Brown
Skin Color: Caucasian tanned
Height: 6'2"
Weight:180
Nationality: American
Race: Werewolf

Wolf Form:Dark golden fur, much like a golden retriever, with a small black spot on either side of his nose, reminiscent of his dimples.

Description or name of your creator/gifter: It was cold as he waited by the fire, the big body of his uncle did not seem to help in the matter what so ever. It was strange to feel so cold, since his birthday was always hotter than the blue blazes. Outside a howl started up, it would be soon. He shivered with the cold that traveled up and down his spine. He was ready. He’d spent hours and hours talking with Uncle James about this day. It was Uncle James that would Gift him. He was ready. He was fifteen, a man...practically. He’d grown up knowing what he was, who he was and where he was headed. He was not destined to be a great leader, but a worker, a great worker that would give the Pack something useful with each use of his talents. He wasn’t sure what those talents were yet, but they would be useful. A man of the Pack was not useless or idle. He would contribute.

He looked down at his uncle as the black muzzle turned up to him. It was time, but he wished his parents had been here. He had never met his mother and he barely remembered his father, nothing more than scents and sound no and again, but he had been a little boy when he father had died. There had been great mourning in the Pack and he remembered that more than anything.

Joey hugged the neck of his uncle and swallowed twice before words would come out. He told him he was ready. He stood like a man should and turned his back to the great black wolf. With out any warning he felt great paws on his shoulders and sharp teeth piercing the skin of his left shoulder where it rounded into his arm. It was only his uncles bottom teeth, but it hurt just the same. He managed to not cry out, as a rough tongue began to lick at the wound. He would bear the half circle scar for the rest of his days. He was proud to wear the mark of his Uncle, very proud.


Personal Questions

1. Describe your character's personality: Joey is sweet, kind and loyal. He’ll help when needed. Joey is just an all around nice guy. Scary huh?
2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger: Jeans, t-shirt, a couple of paint smudges here and there and a smile. He will always give his full attention to every situation and ususally has a kind word or encouraging thing to say I any situation
3.What does your character like? Pretty women, the feel of a brush over canvas and good food.
4. Dislike? Violence, negligence, bars

6. What are your fears? Discovery-more because his work depends on being sort of public. He has a few friends that he would hate to loose and right now his job is a great gig and he’d hate to loose his new boss/friend

Dying- He’s scared of what the afterlife holds for him. He also fears that his death will be violent and pointless. He would much rather grow old and die, but he fears that is as likely as growing wings.

Fathering a child: He knows it is his duty to help increase the population of the Pack, but he doesn’t feel like he should be responsible for a human life. Nor does he wish to bring a child in to this world and then leave him to the mercy of the people around him, orphaned with out his father there to answer his questions.

7. What is your character's strengths and weaknesses?

He is creative and funny, is a good friend and fiercely loyal to his clan. This helps him in relations with both humans and Pack. He enjoys meeting new people and his kind demeanor and ready smile makes that an easy task for him.

He has a weak spot for pretty women and has gotten himself into trouble with a jealous boyfriend more than once. He has a great deal of difficulty dealing with his aversion to fire. To the point of staying far away from ceremonial fires and putting out camp fires “on accident” when ever he can, he does not keep lighters or matches in his home nor does he burn anything like candles or incense. Joey won’t even put a fire in a fireplace in a painting.

He also has a difficult time with killing and with the few kills he has made while in wolf form His strongest ability helps in keeping from killing while changed, it is a difficult urge to resist and the guilt is just as difficult. He doesn’t like to take down even a bunny, but he hunts just the same, because he enjoys the feel of the hunt and tearing hid teeth through the kill, but the guilt makes it hard to let loose those urges.





Werewolf -

Abilities –

Deft Touch-2
Grace-2
Thick Skinned-5
Human in Wolf Body-10
1 unspent point

Flaws –

Passive-2
Dog Person-2
Fear to Fire-5
Peacemaker-5
Direction Impaired-5
1 unspent points


Hobbies & Skills:

He’s a painter, -mostly of landscapes and portraits, but he enjoys all forms of art and will try his hand at anything requested of him, though if you happen to find his work in a gallery it will be landscapes with animals hidden here and there-, and a handy man. He loves to read and takes classes once or twice a year to learn something new. He has taken classes in art history, plumbing, literature, maths up through advaced calculus, some biology courses and most recently wood working.

Cosmetic Traits: He has a dimple in each cheek, a small tattoo of a rose bud that uses his mother’s, father’s, aunt’s, and uncle’s names to form the stem, on his left pec just above his heart.


Personal History:

Joseph was born to Meredith and John Lo Duca in the Wallowa Mountains. His mother died in his birthing and he was given to his father to raise. When Joey was just four his father was returning home from a business trip and the plane crashed into the runway killing all of the passengers and flight crew. His father’s remains were returned to the Pack and he was buried in the mountains. Joey was then given to his Uncle James and Aunt Ruby.

They raised him in the ways of the pack, careful to remind him that his father had been a noble Amaroq and that he was expected to follow in his foot steps. When he was still just a boy he found he could draw much more easily than talk about his feelings, so he began to carry a pad and pencil with him every where.

His drawing did not remain on just his emotions, though there were a great many depictions of airplane crashes and crying wolves. His uncle encouraged his drawing, obtaining art supplies for him. When he was twelve or so he went from sketch paper to canvas and began to paint. He found preferred oil paints to water colors, and graphite to charcoal. He spent most of his spare time painting, that is when he was not forced out of doors to run and get strong with the other boys.

Beyond his rocky start Joey did not have an eventful childhood. He thought the Pack was the normal life and that humans, were lost and sad. He knew several humans, those that were friends of the pack and spent time in their homes. So he believed they were more than just fairy stories.

As he grew, he and Uncle James spent more and more time talking about the Pack, and what it meant to be Gifted. When he was fourteen he was asked when he thought he would be ready. He had no idea that it would be left up to him. He’d told Uncle James he was ready right then and there. Uncle James had laughed and sent him off to school. They spent the next six months preparing for his Uitayok, then on his 15th birthday he was Gifted.

When his year of guidance was over he asked his Uncle and Pack if he could travel and see the world a little. He was told he must finish his education and find a useful profession that would allow him to travel and still be useful to the pack. He new abilities as an Amaroq made it easy to repair and build things so he took classes on electrical repair, computers, art classes, including drawing human anatomy, drawing animals, still life, water colors, oils, advertisement and digital art. He finally left home with a trade that could be put to use for the pack’s greater good.

His travels took him all the way across America, where he found himself in Nachton. He met and lived with Pack in each and every place he stopped, getting to know brethren he might never have gotten to know before. He lived simply as he traveled taking odd jobs to pay for the food and clothing he needed. Each full moon found him with a different branch of the Pack to run with and it was a glorious five years in his life.

When he found Nachton, he was drawn to it. The Presence of the Pack in Nachton was enough and he found he fit in here very well. He missed the forests of Oregon, but here was so much more...alive.


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