JAMES TAYLOR, HENRY

[HENRY ♥ TAYLOR]

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Name» Henry James Taylor
Nicknames» JJ

Age» 24
Birthday» Feb 18

Gender» Male
Orientation» Heterosexual

Species» Werewolf
Abilities» Is a pure-born werewolf. Must shapeshift during a full moon, but has the ability to shapeshift at will at other times. In human form he has heightened senses and abilities belonging to his wolf form. When he shifts he is slightly larger than a dire wolf, the wolf which his line is descended from. He has black fur and glowing eyes when shifting.

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Occupation« Guidance Counselor
Class Year« Alumnus
Political Views« Against them

Hair Color« Dark blonde
Eye Color« Grey-Blue. They become luminous when he is shifting.
Height« 6’2”
Trademarks« Henry has several tattoos. Underneath each forearm slightly above his wrists are the words Veritas Aequitas. On his shoulder is a Maori warrior’s tattoo that each of the fighters in his pack get where the world Alpha is hidden in the patterns.
Playby« Ryan Gosling

Likes« **running
**food
**girls
**socializing
**soccer
**photography
**sleeping
**strawberries
**music
**sports
**weres

Dislikes« **hospitals
**sirens
**licorice
**pointless rap music
**sitting around
**arrogant people
**bad odors
**vampires
**careless people
**stalkers
**silence

Strengths« **charming
**heightened sense of smell
**loyal

Weaknesses« **overly caring
**easily attached
**full moons
**women

Mother» Alison Taylor-Fairfax
Father» Heath Taylor (deceased)
Siblings» Cody Fairfax – Brother
Adam Fairfax– Brother
Riley Fairfax– Sister
Ross White – Adopted Brother
Children» N/A
Other» Sura King – Cousin
William Fairfax – Step-Father

Home» Shreveport, Louisiana

History» I could start from my birth and go through the super boring details of my awkward puberty or we can skip it and get to the fun parts. You see, most stories start from birth. The happy mother and father fall in love with their newborn son and they live happily ever after. Well believe it or not that’s not where my story began. Once upon a time there was a mother and a father. The mother and the father took a trip to the countryside of Sweden where their family had a cabin. They vacationed there to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and to have their first child together. One day the father went out to get fresh cut wood. The mother stayed inside and knitted until she heard a wolf howl. The mother grabbed her husband’s gun and peered through the glass window. When she saw nothing, she came outside fearful for her husband. When she came outside she was faced with the gruesome slaughter of her husband at a hunter’s hands.

Scared and afraid the mother shot and killed the stranger. Several months later that mother gave birth to a son, a son with luminous eyes and a curse. That son was me. So there’s my story, not much different from what you’ll hear from some of the furry freaks. As for my mother. She was pretty mad. Weres are very protective of her own and someone took what was hers and well she hasn’t quite let go of that.

So lo and behold I took after all the werewolves before me. I was cursed with the need to shift into a fuzzy little freak. It doesn’t bother me much, but all my life my mother was afraid for me. So you can imagine the relief she felt when she received that letter. It was a letter from headmaster Alexander Devereaux offering a safe haven for her son. I’ve been here since my Freshman year in high school and trust me it’s always a riot here.

RP Sample»

The halls echoed with screams of agony. The sound was inhuman, tearing through the throat as it cracked through the ribs of a mighty chest. Had the rooms not been so far apart the whole hospital would have cowered in fear of such a sound. A clanging of metal and a snap of restraints accompanied the screams as the voices hushed the creature. Their eyes watched him in pure sadness as he struggled against the pain his eyes straining against the stream of tears. The body slumped into the table as the last string of wire was removed from his flesh. The vampire brushed away a blonde strand of hair from the werewolf’s face wondering how he had even managed to survive such an ordeal. Blue eyes peered back through an agonized veil of tears. It took a great dose of pride and courage to hold everything back. The vampire whispered something to the wolf tacking on his name at the end. The whisper of Henry tickling the wolves ears reminded him of just who he was. He had a mate pregnant with twins waiting for his return.

How long had it been since he was home? How worried was she. One patrol night and then he disappeared for an entire two weeks. Henry glanced back and forth between the vampire, doctor and nurse in the room trying to piece together what had happened, but his mind was blank. He laid back against the cool of the table as an IV was stuck into his arm. The blood bag wasn’t full of much so he assumed it had to be V. He cringed at the thought of vampire blood running through his veins. It changed his scent. It changed his strength. It changed his power. The wolf laid back letting the wounds heal and the memories collect in his brain. Her face, her scent, her smile, her laugh, her… her… her. That was all he could manage to think of. His body hurt. The feel of the barbed wire still implanted in his skin. Fucking vampires.

Henry thought of the headhunters. Fucking Authority was the proper label. He was only patrolling that night checking the perimeters for the safety of his pack and there they were. Vampires. Not too large, but fast. They were carrying odd ends of weapons as if they were waiting for something. Unluckily for Henry he fell right into their grasps. He shifted sending the other wolves away as he distracted the hunters. They managed to get him somehow… He closed his eyes as he felt the largest of the wounds heal. It was a net… A net made out of barbed wire. Henry cringed wondering how many times they had used the wire to keep him confined. There was so much they had done to him. So many bullets, so many torturous ways of trying to get information from him… Henry opened his eyes as the vampire asked him a question. He knew the face. French… French… French… Clyde. His mind was fading in and out of reality. What had he told them? If he told them at all? What was his name? What was his name? The barbed wire had cut into his neck… He had almost died. Temporary memory loss. No brain damage… What was his name? “Henry, my name is Henry Taylor and I didn‘t tell them anything at all…”

As the words flowed from his lips and the wounds had fully healed the vampire gave a quaint nod and dismissed the nurse and doctor. Without so much as a word they left, the vampire disappearing into the dark of night. The window blew a cool breeze onto Henry’s heated skin as sat up on the bloody table. His eyes settling on the open door of the hall. What hospital was he even in? He smoothed out the tattered and bloodied remains of his clothing as a figure slipped past the open door. He was sure no matter how dull there senses they caught the flash of barbed wire and the smell of blood, but Henry wasn’t sure if they’d return. His eyes settled on the door as he prepared an explanation.

Alias« April!
Time Zone« Central
Contact« PM
How long have you been rping?« 8-ish years
Anything Else« Nah
Other Characters« Alexander, Sephora, Ross and Sura
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