MORIARTY, Breyer Declan (WIP)

[tijntas]

Your Name: tijntas
Requested Character: Breyer Declan Moriarty
Appearance:

Breyer stands at a little over six foot three, making him tall, even for werewolf standards. It doesn't make him lank, however, since every inch of his body is packed with muscles. This would give him a scary look, were it not for the cute, slightly naive smile that's always on his face. He has dark-brown hair with hazel-brown eyes, as is typical for a werewolf. His hair is short and slightly curly, giving him the look of a Victorian age British gentleman. He has slightly red cheeks and ears that stand out just a little, adding to his already slightly boyish looks. His teeth are smooth and white, but he has a small gap between his front teeth, and one of his teeth was chipped in half a couple of years ago in a fight. He has red and full lips, almost feminine, which strongly contradicts his muscular build. His eyelashes are small and dark, like a tiny crown around his eyes. His high cheekbones make his face look slightly awkward, but in an adorable way.

Breyer usually goes for the fancy style, always dressed up and nice. He usually wears suits or cardigans, mostly in dark colours like black or blue. Before he became the alpha male, he used to dress a lot more comfortable and regular, but when he became responsible for the pack all of a sudden, he felt like he should at least dress like a responsible leader, or "dress to impress". Under this clothing, however, he still wears the marks of his past. He has a long scar across his right leg, from yet another fight with werewolf, and he has another scar across his left shoulder, from that time when he had an argument with a shadowhunter. He also has a tattoo of a full moon on his right shoulder, another full moon on his left shoulder, and a crescent moon on his back. The full moons are for his parents, and the crescent moon is for his older brother, who all died about ten years ago.

Personality:

If you would ask someone to make a list of Breyer's main character traits, kind, caring and cute would probably be high on the list, if not on top. And they're right. He is kind and usually forthcoming and outgoing. However, this is partially because he feels like he should be. As the alpha, and therefore leader and representative of the pack, he feels like he should act nice and caring, and feels like he should be a father figure for his pack members, despite being only 22 years old. He always appears to be happy, and people always feel like they can talk to him, so as long as that's still true, Breyer feels like he's doing a good job, no matter how he actually feels. Hey, a good alpha puts the needs of his pack before his own, right?

But what's Breyer really like? He is like a less emphasized version of the man he's pretending to be. In reality, he's still kind and caring, but he's shy, so he usually wouldn't really show it. Breyer is always afraid to get hurt or to be judged, so he tries to do everyhing perfectly, not because he's a perfectionist, but because he doesn't want to disappoint people. Breyer also has kind of a temper. As is the case with so many other werewolfs, he's rather easily pissed off, though unlike other werewolfs, he tries to never show it. He's also forgivable, however, and never stays mad for a long time. He also has a very strong sense of what's right and wrong, maybe overly so. He would go out of his way to do what he believes is the right thing, to make up for past mistakes (see history). Breyer is also slightly naive person, always trying to find the good in people, and always trying to trust them.

Breyer has alwways liked sports, though he's not very good at them. Of course, he has the length and strength, but he often lacks the grace and technique required to be just that little bit better. His length, often a pro for sporters, is a big disadvantage for him, since he doesn't know how to use it well. He also likes singing and acting, which is something he's better at. At least, the singing part. He has a raw, low speaking voice, but when he sings, there's harmony and peace in it as well. He doesn't really act, however. Not because he's bad at it. How would he know? His parents never let him do it. He was supposed to become the next alpha, or at least a good strong werewolf, so they wouldn't let him become some sissy actor. After their deaths, Breyer believed it would be an insult to his memory of his parents to suddenly start acting, so he still doesn't do it. However, Breyer hates books and studying. He's simply not that smart. He's not stupid, either, but whenever his parents compared him to his older brother, that's what he they called him. He is good at languages, though. He's almost fluent in French and also speaks a fair amount of Latin and Spanish.

Breyer is a good and strong fighter. It's what he has been trained for until his fourteenth birthday, and what he's been doing ever since. In human form, he can throw a good punch and do some damage, but as a wolf, he's lethal. All the grace he usually lacks suddenly appears when he's in a fight, dodging his opponent or striking out himself. He is also a fairly capable leader. People tend to listen to what he says, partly becuase of his authorative personalty and partly simply because what he says usually makes sense. He's not good with pressure, however, and he beats himself up over that. He hates having to make very important decisions, and starts doubting himself when he does try to. He's also more of a general-type leader, good in warlike situations or breaking up fights and stuff, but he isn't good with speeches and discussions, so he usually just makes sure people don't question him.

History:

Breyer was born on march 14th, 1990, in Seattle, Washington. His father, Garry Moriarty, was the alpha of the Seattle pack, and his mother, Sarissa, was the alpha female and official owner of the outlet mall where most of the pack worked and lived. He also had an older brother, Jacob. Jacob was ten years older than Breyer and when Breyer was eight, the beta of the pack got killed and Jacob took his place. He was supposed to lead the clan after Garry would be done. Growing up, Breyer always stood in Jacob's shadow. Jacob was smarter, more charismatic, stronger (of course he's stronger, he's ten years older!) and more authorative. his father always praised Jacob, and he never really cared about Breyer. His mother occasionally showed affection, but only when his father wasn't around, because normally, he wouldn't let her. Despte the lack of paternal love, Breyer was happy for these first fourteen years of his life.

But just before he turned fifteen, just after he started Changing, something happened. One day, a shadowhunter from the Seattle institute came to their mall, asking to see his father. They accused him of raids on shadowhunters and vampires. Apparently, Garry and Jacob had been killing shadowhunters for the past ten years. When they were brought away to be imprisoned in the Institute, Breyer asked his mother what had happened. She told him Garry came from an old line of werewolfs, one that had never signed or even acknowledged the Accords. His family hated shadowhunters, and had been killing them for hundreds of years. Sarissa then told him something astonishing. She, too, had once been a shadowhunter, and a damn good one. She had been the daughter of the Consul, but had been bitten by a rogue werewolf once. When she figured out her husband and son were behind the killing, she had felt obligated to turn them in.

Breyer felt confused. He loved his mother, and to a certain extent, he understood what he did. But he also loved his father and brother, despite them never showing any love for him. He didn't want them to die. They went to see them at the Institute. They apparently didn't know Sarissa was the one who betrayed them. The shadowhunters had told them there had been a trial, and that they were senteced to death. Breyer felt like he needed to cry, but he knew that would disappoint his father, so he tried to keep his face as calm as possible. For the first time, they actually looked like a family. Jacob even called him "lil bro". And he would never forget his father's last words: "Son, despite everything I've ever said, I want you to know that I'm proud of you and I love you." When an hour had passed, someone told them they needed to leave. They did. Crying, they went home. Breyer went straight to bed, not wanting to eat or talk. When he woke up and went to his mother's bedroom, he found her hanging from the ceiling, a chair pushed over under her, dead.

Breyer had no idea what to do with himself. His mother had left him a note with only three words, "I love you", and about 500000 dollars on top of that. He'd always known they weren't poor, but he didn't knew they were that rich. He left the house without any belongings, except for his brother's ID. Despite the fact that he was ten years older, they really looked alike, and Jacob was only one inch taller. Jacob had their mom's length, and was only about five-nine. Breyer decided he didn't want to stay in Seattle. But where would he go? He went to the airport, looked at the departure board, and saw there would be a plane leaving for Chicago in a few hours. His mother had lived in Chicago, about twenty years ago. It felt right. He bought a ticket, and arrived in Chicago bout ten hours later.

In Chicago, the first thing he did was buy some new clothes. He had left all his old clothes in Seattle, and he needed something to wear. After that, he went looking for a hotel that would accept his ID. He found one that wasn't too expensive but was still pretty comfortable. He lived there for about two weeks, not really knowing what to do with himself. Then, after those two weeks, something hit him. It would be full moon that day. Shit, what would he do? He rushed outside and took a subway to one of the city's outskirts, and as soon as he was out of the humans' sight, he shifted and ran towards the nearest forest. There, he shifted back to human form, and waited until the moon took control over his body. He hated shifting forcefuly, not being able to control it or himself. He also hated being completely out of control as a wolf. He ran, tryng to pick up the scent of a good prey, and eventually found one. he sniffed it out, and saw two humans standing, a man and a woman. The man was on one knee, holding a box with a ring in it. The woman's face shone, but not for long. Breyer ran up to her and -literally- bit her in half. The man started screaming, and Breyer bit his throat off. Then, he started eating. Oh, were they good! When he was finished, he started looking for another prey, but didn't find one. At last, he shifted back, almost destroyed by the memory of what he had done.

Breyer went back to the hotel, wondering what he could do to stop this from happening. Of course, he knew the answer. Nothing. He was a werewolf, a predator. He would simply have to isolate himself from human society. As much as it hurt him, he packed all his stuff and checked out. Where would he go this time? He could live as a wolf in one of the national parks, maybe. He took off to the train station. When he was about halfway, someone caught his eye. A man was looking at him, a man who was, quite literally, outstanding. He was clearly someone powerful, someone used to be listened to. The man came up to him, and asked him if he could just talk to him. Breyer thought about this. He had decided to never communicate with humans again, but he could at least do this. He nodded, and followed the man to a cafe. they sat down, and the man offered a coffee for himself and a lemonade for Breyer.

The man introduced himself as Nico. Apparently, he had sniffed Breyer out. Breyer felt a little confused. What did that man mean? Nico continued. Apparently, he was the alpha of the Chicago pack, and he had smelled Breyer was a werewolf as well. He asked Breyer when he was Turned. Breyer suddenly felt very, very sad, and before he could help himself, he told Nico everything about Garry, Sarissa and Jacob and the Seattle pack. when he finished, he was crying softly. Nico nodded thoughtfully. Apparently, he'd heard about it. Nico's look suddenly changed from thoughtful to worried. That wasn't something Breyer was very familiair with. No one ever worried about him. Nico asked him how he was coping with the death of his family. Breyer tried to hide his confusion with sarcasm, but he wasn't very good at it. Nico quicly broke through his shield, and then offered him something Breyer hadn't expected. He offered him membership of the Chicago pack.

That wasn't something Breyer had ever considered, but thinking about it, it was perfect. He would stay in human society, he wouldn't have to isolate himself, and more importantly, he would have a family again, people who cared about him. He hapilly accepted, and Nico took him to the gym where the pack lived. He introdced Breyer to the rest of the pack, and for the first time in about a month -was it only one month ago?- he felt genuinely happy. He fit in well with the pack, and they kept him in line when he needed it, but never could he forget the two humans in the forest. Five years later, Nico promoted Breyer to his beta. Breyer was thrilled. Never before had anyone had such confidence in him. Three more years later, there was an unexpected raid from a bunch of vampires. Breyer was astonished. They hadn't done a thing to piss the Night Children off, and he knew about their so-called feud, but he knew that neither he nor Nico had any negative feelings towards vampires. In a second raid, Nico was killed, and Breyer found himself all of a sudden at the head of the Chicago pack.

Sample Post:

punch, punch. Why can't people just think for themselves? punch, punch. Do I always have to tell them what to do? punch, punch. I mean, it's not that hard! I look around, taking in the familiair sight of the gym. I'm the only one here right now. All the others had other things to do. I throw a last punch at the dummy in front of me. I had it installed about a month ago, shortly after I became alpha. It's my way of letting out all the anger and frustration that seem to come with the job. It's not that I don't like the job, I do. But it comes with a lot of responsibilities, and I'm not exactly wild about that. I start drifting off a little, thinking back to when my dad was still the alpha of the Seattle pack. He was a great leader, he always knew what to do. I still think he would be proud of me, though. I became an alpha, like he would've wanted me to, and unlike him, I did it all on my own. I snap back to the present when I hear someone entering the gym. probably a stupid mundane. I turn around, growling, trying to look as agressive and scary as possible, and see Auggie, my beta, my second-in-command. He grins at me. "Hey Brey, letting all the anger out?" Not wanting to admit he's right, I snarl. "Not everyone's like you, Auggie. Why are you back so soon? I thought you had to meet someone?" He sighs. Oh god, I hope he doesn't have any more problems. "She didn't show up. But now that it's just us, I would like to discuss something. You mind having dinner with me? I'm thinking Fredrico's." I sigh and nod. Damn, more problems. I shift, and without looking back, I run. I love running in wolf form. The wind blowing through your fur, running at full speed... nothing can top that. When I see Fredrico's, I look around. I see one woman, but she smells like metal, meaning she's a vampire. I shift back to human form, and finally look over my shoulder. Auggie is a little behind, but a few seconds later, he, too, shifts. We go inside, where a fae waitress shows us to our tables. I haven't been here in a while, but I do remember they serve great beef here. I order it, and Auggie takes the lamb. We both order a beer with that. Auggie, not wasting any time, starts his tirade. "Brey, you know we can't let them do this. Those bloodsuckers killed Nico! And apparently, the shadowhunters don't care enough to do anything about it. We have to retaliate! We can kill that blond bitch, what's-her-name, Adele." My temper is rising. "Auggie, we've been over this. We cn't just kill Adele, no matter how you feel about her! She's been the clan leader for quite some time now, and in all that time, we've been at peace. Why would she attack us now? It must've been rogue vampires." Auggie simply shrugs. "Still, every vampire in Chicago is her responsibility. She should've stopped them!" We're starting to get the attention of almost the entire restaurant. "Aug, let it go. I'm your alpha, and you just listen to me." He casts me one last mad glance, and runs off. I sigh. Auggie is a great guy, but his temper is the worst, even for a werewolf. I finish my beef and pay, and then I leave. The worst part is, I know Auggie isn't the only one who feels this way. But how am I going to keep them in line?