Zenith, Desmond

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" I feel it flow through my bones
If we let it go we shall grow
Please, just breathe for me "


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NAME: Desmond Jared Zenith
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: August 27th
BLOOD: Wolf
PACK: Starshadow
TITLE/RANK: Delta (Temp Alpha while father is injured)

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but oh, you seem so serious

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I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]EYES: Light brown
HAIR: A black mop
WEIGHT: 153 lbs
HEIGHT: 6'0”
PLAY-BY: Adam Brody
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: left eye is slightly lighter; healing wound[will be scar] on the left side of his neck, just under his ear
ATTIRE: layers; long sleeves and tees, or sweaters, with casual jeans – does own a suit or two
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LIKES: wolves, the outdoors, family, books, trees, bright skies
DISLIKES: Hunters, the moon (some nights), unreasonable people, over-the-top arrogance, those that are out for themselves
STRENGTHS: loyal, kind, always willing to lend a hand
WEAKNESSES: his kindness, shy, not a leader
QUIRKS/HABITS: if they're not in a pocket, his hands are always doing something, bites his lower lip when something's bothering him or he's nervous
FEARS: more members of his clan getting hurt, or even dying; not being able to live up to his father's legacy
GOALS: to solve the problems with the humans and the other clans; to become a proper leader
PERSONALITY:To this very day, it seems Desmond can't go a single day without reading a decent amount from a book. He's the introverted type, though he spends most of his time outdoors. He's very family oriented – and protective of his family and clan. Desmond is known for accepted a request for help, even if he's in the middle of a gripping chapter. It's the way he is, he's very kind, and has a hard time saying no. Quite the opposite of a leader type, which has him worried considering the position he's currently in.

Those that knew both of his parents would say that Desmond clearly takes after his mother. Though he does have the absurd sense of humor that his father has. Desmond feels most comfortable around his family and clan, and that's when he lets his guard down. Though while meeting new people – especially those he knows are from other clans – he's defensive without being judgemental. He would never judge someone just because of the group their with, but he does keep it in mind.

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MOTHER: Sandra Zenith [deceased]
FATHER: Derek Zenith [Alpha]
SIBLINGS: younger sister
OTHER: cousins in the Moonfire clan
PLACE OF BIRTH: Romania
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Romania
HISTORY: Desmond was born to Derek and Sandra Zenith on a late August day. As an infant, his parents saw him as a gift. He never cried for attention; instead he always looked around at things, eyes shining with curiosity. Growing up, he continued to be an easy child to raise. He usually kept to himself, and seemed to be nervous around things that were unfamiliar to him. Though soon after he was taught to read, that's where most of his time was spent. Desmond would read his children books again and again; he would ask if he could read the bedtime story to his parents, and later once his sister was born, he read to her as well. While his parents' attention shifted to his sister, he was okay with that. To him it just meant more time for reading, or spent on his puzzles.

As he grew older, close to a decade old, his parents seemed to watch over him very carefully. Desmond was old enough to notice that when his parents went out at night, they usually didn't come back until the sun was up. It didn't seem odd to him at the time, he simply figured his parents were having a good time with friends. However when he was eleven, one morning only his father came back; a bit wounded and upset. Derek told him that they had been in a car accident, in which his mother didn't live through. Desmond learned the truth later; they were attacked by hunters. Within the months that followed this news, Derek noticed that his son's temper seemed to rise faster, and that he would stare out the window at the woods instead of reading.

It was around this time that Desmond and his family bought a cabin in the woods, and moved. It wasn't too long after the move that the call of the wild was too much for Desmond to ignore. One terror-filled night, he wasn't human. The occurrence had been... painful to say the least. Every ripple of muscle as it changed, and the bones as they cracked and bent to form a different skeleton... Something a twelve year old shouldn't have to go through. Later on he learned that he was actually considered a late bloomer for their kind. It was through the werewolf that Desmond got close to his father. Derek was there for him the first night he changed, and every step of the way after. He taught Desmond about the clan, and how his aunt and uncle, and cousins were the leaders of another clan.

From then on Desmond admired his father; leader of a wolf clan, and perfectly capable of keeping their identities hidden. As he got older, he soon came to realize that it was going to be up to him to take his father's spot one day. It became a fear that he would never be able to live up to what his father had built. Though he was able to keep himself distracted from such thoughts, as soon his sister has her first turn. Desmond and his father eased her into the new way of life, and introduced her to the rest of the clan. The whole clan occupied the cabins in the woods, so there was never a chance of being caught changing. Before he knew it, Desmond was done high school, and arguing with his father about college. He didn't want to leave and possibly endanger the clan, but Derek insisted that some of the other younger wolves would go with him. Desmond won out in the long run, and stayed with his family and clan.

The next couple of years passed easily enough. No arguments that were too major – though his sister found great amusement in the day their father asked Desmond if he was gay. Desmond insisted that he didn't want to bring an outsider into this way of life, and everyone in the clan seemed like family to him. Though his dad still kept an eye on him. Then there was that night; that horrible night that rivalled the night he first changed. The clan was just minded its own business in the woods, when they were attacked by the hunters. It ended up being a pretty serious fight; a couple of the hunters got away, the others were dead. A decent amount of clan members were also killed; Desmond's father was almost one of them. Derek was still badly injured – enough that he couldn't fulfil his role as alpha, and told Desmond that he'd have to act as such until he was better. Desmond reluctantly agreed, although he didn't get out of the fight without scrapes. The worst being the big gash of the side of his neck that would scar.

Desmond alerted the sister clan; Moonfire. He asked them to join them in Romania, and to help them out in their time of need. It was sort of a comfort for him, knowing more family was on their way. Though he was worried – how was he supposed to make sure they stayed safe? He wasn't the leader type. Being a good alpha wasn't his only major worry – the hunters knew for sure that they existed. Now the humans might, as well.

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ALIAS: Box or Rachel
AGE: 21
EXPERIENCE: for years
CONTACT: ask for msn, aim is ninjabox7
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