Post by derek on Oct 31, 2011 3:52:11 GMT -5
[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #352020; background-image:URL('http://i54.tinypic.com/ap7e3d.jpg'); padding:5px][style=background-color:#e0e0e0; border:8px solid #e0e0e0; float:right; height:100px; width:100px] [/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #e0e0e0; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#352020; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]derek adrian kingston[/style][style=border-top:1px dotted #513131; background-color:#513131; font-size:9px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; color:#000000]you got what i want and i need it right now.[/style][style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#f2f2f2; border:1px dotted #513131; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: werewolf; loner. ► AGE: 27th February, 1963 (fourty-eight) ► SEXUALITY: heterosexual ► OCCUPATION: detective[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #e0e0e0; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#352020; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]about[/style][style=border:1px dotted #513131; background-color:#f2f2f2; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► HEIGHT: 6' 1½" ► WEIGHT: 180 lbs ► HAIR COLOR/LENGTH: relatively short, brown. ► EYECOLOR: aquamarine. ► FACE CLAIM: nathan fillion. ► OTHER: While he doesn't consider it to be a style, it definitely is, with how little variation he has when it comes to what he wears. Usually dressed in a pair of loose cargo pants, occasionally switching to jeans along with a light-coloured singlet. He's rarely ever seen with his arms covered though, despite the cold, at most settling to wear a short-sleeved t-shirt or a sleeve-less hoodie. In doing that though, the tribal tattoo which covers his right shoulder from his elbow up to the crook of his neck is always visible, a constant reminder more to himself, of the stupid things he did when at war. The only time this changes is when he's at work, where unless he's in the bullpen he always has his tattoos covered to look appropriate. He does have quite a few scars as well though, the largest being a series of jagged lashes across his ribs and stomach, from his last time flying when he crashed severely. The other mark, and the one that is seen more than ever, is the burnt-red strike under his right eye that stripes down his cheek slightly. While it still hurts most of the time, he won't hide how cool he thinks it is. ► LIKES:
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► PERSONALITY: Derek is one of those people who have several different ways they act around people, depending on who they are. To the outside word, he is probably best described as a bit of a jerk. To the point and strict as anything, he doesn't take well to anyone thinking they're the best and is quick to set anyone back in their place. A believer of ranks in society after his years in the military he is a natural leader, always jumping to lead anything he has to. In a way, he does have a bit of a hero complex, always feeling the need to be responsible for those he puts himself in charge of, even if that means yelling to get them to pay attention. Opinionated and quick-tempered, he is very much a soldier stuck in his ways and will only take no from someone who has shown they deserve to order him about. He has always been a sweet-talker though, and despite his attitude, he's always help the ability to charm anyone fully in his grasp and it's something he won't ever grow out of. Yet understand that the charm is only for women. Everyone else his cold attitude is there, and truthfully, he hates it with a passion that he feels the need to act that way. The truth of the matter is the act is instinctual, something that's developed over the years but is nothing like who he is at heart, who he was during his teenage rebellion and before his military days. There aren't many however these days who get down that deep though. Not only because he finds it impossible to trust anyone after his best friend sabotaged his plane but because not many people have reason to stick around him for that long. Who he is beneath it all is really just a big goof-ball. Full of lames jokes and stupid smiles, his goal in life is just to have fun and live by the moment. Possibly the most annoying relative possible, he isn't the type to leave his family alone for any period of time when she needs to focus and is easily hyped up by substances like sugar and caffeine. For the few he gets close to, there isn't a more protective guy, almost to the point where he can get overbearing. The last thing he wants is to loose those he's got left who know who he really is. However. The thing is, no matter what level someone is on, there's something that sticks around constantly and that is his ability to manipulate anyone to his bidding. And expert liar and able to tell when someone does or doesn't believe him, he can make the most stupid things seem true and in turn, it make him just as trustworthy as a well-known serial killer. ► FATHER: Sir Martin Kingston (npc) ► MOTHER: Dame Christina Kingston (npc) ► BROTHER: Doctor Edison Kingston (npc) ► DAUGHTER: Anastasie Vega-Krosa [/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #e0e0e0; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#352020; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]history[/style][style=border:1px dotted #513131; background-color:#f2f2f2; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]Derek never had any real problem with his family or his life, and his his eyes it was completely normal. Born to two dedicated royal guards, the youngest of two sons Derek was thrown straight off into a very cushioned life. If he wanted something, he generally got it, yet his parents were never the type to let their sons being spoilt. From a young age they were strict, with routines, timetables and everything they had worked for. If you didn't do your chores, you went without dinner. If you missed family discussions, it was a month of double chores and grounding. He was fine with this, fine with always being pushed and kept in line. Control was something he soon came to be thankful for when his werewolf genes finally kicked in. From the age of six he attended military school with his brother which only further backed up his parents beliefs. To say he didn't enjoy it would be a lie, but by the age of fourteen? He was sick of it. Teaming up with his brother's friends and his own, the boys went on their rebellion, breaking every rule in the book and stooping down so low and away from their parents advice that the two were practically disowned. You name it, these boys did, from drinking, smoking, experimenting with whatever they could find. Eventually, they all ended up in the city gangs, fighting and generally turning into criminals. That was until Martin and Christina stepped in and stopped them before they ruined their lives completely. While both boys were pulled on track, they never did stop some of their bad habits, which carried on when they all moved on into the army itself. Derek went on studying to be a pilot, while his brother was quite content doing anything that had a gun. What both boys didn't realise was that behind their back, the high ups knew of werewolves, and were slowly building a special, almost invincible squad of them to start a war that no one would know of. The pack as they were nicknamed really became one, Derek taking charge soon after it's creation. As far as they were concerned, they were special, and did as they were told along with adding their own spark to things. They completed their mission, destroying the Russian city they were told to and not leaving any survivors to tell what had happened. Yet, it was there once they were done, lazing about in some foreign club that he first met Alisa Vega. She was a woman who caught his attention from the start, not just because of the scowl across her face but her vivid red hair and green eyes stood out from the rest of the dark club. Of course, being tipsy, he striked up conversation, the woman's quick wit bouncing off his own better than most. They met up for the rest of the time he was in Russia, sleeping together just before he left as a goodbye. While she intrigued him, he wasn’t the type to settle down then. Leaving her with a grin, they pack had head back to London. They were together as a team for a good ten years, before finally someone found out. Derek didn't suspect anything, neither did any of the other guys except for one, who was told lies about the squad and turned against them. of course, this werewolf happened to be Derek's best friend. Knowing he was the alpha, the wolf convinced Derek to try the modifications done on the plane which of course, he did without question. It all went horribly wrong for Derek but perfectly right for the wolf, the plane crashing in the middle of no where. Everyone was convinced he was dead when they just found the crater where the plane had exploded, but all that had happened was the bleeding and dying werewolf had dragged himself away to safety, healing with the full moon. Angry and ready to kill, he bid his time in the woods, waiting until two weeks later he surfaced and killed his traitor of a friend in front of the pack, before telling them when he'd figured out had happened. The pack at once disbanded, staying together as friends but moving on from the army. Derek and his brother stayed in London for a few years as both boys forced themselves through the police academy. As soon as they were officers, they moved to Ashford, quickly making it to detective as partners in Homocide. It was only months after though, that he had a running with Erik Krosa and his daughter, one that held the name and the appearance of the woman he'd met in Russian. He let it go for a while though, until one of his old friends called with a curious question, had he slept with anyone on that first mission? Of course he'd answered yes, but the information that he had a daughter? Even now he's got no idea how to address the issue, especially when he only had the proof that his friend had pulled up. So, he bids his time again, just watching and waiting.[/style] |
(c) OTE!