Post by Grant White on Feb 10, 2019 19:59:20 GMT -5



Full Name: Grant Donovan White
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Seven Years Old | 11 - 02 - 1991
Race: Creature
Occupation: Forensic Psychologist
Species Group: Fenrir
Play-By: Samuel Trepanier
Abilities
Infectious Bite: One bite from a Fenrir will turn someone into them. Unlike werewolf bites, not everyone survives the transformation into a Fenrir and could die instead of changing.
Claws and Fangs: Their claws and fangs are incredibly strong, able to dent and eventually pierce metal.
Super Strength: Fenrir are much stronger than humans and are stronger than all kinds of werewolves.
Super Agility: Fenrir are able to leap great distances.
Super Speed: Fenrir are much faster than humans, and faster than werewolves as well.
Super Stamina: Fenrir do not tire easily.
Super Senses: Fenrir are able to see in the dark, hear things in great distance, and smell things just the same.
Invulnerability: Fenrir cannot be killed by anything but silver.
Regeneration: Fenrir are able to regenerate all non-lethal damage.[/ul]
Vulnerabilities -
Wolfsbane: A plant that acts as toxin to a Fenrir.[/ul]
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.

Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Dark Stuff - He loves horror movies, novels, and things to do with the occult. He likes getting into the head of serial killers and spends a lot of time watching documentaries or reading books about famous killers.
❤ Investigations - Grant is a sucker for an investigation and he gets to see a lot of it thanks to his occupation. He also likes to read mystery novels and he uses some of those investigation skills in his real life.
❤ Working Out - Grant likes being in shape, so he jogs often and hits the gym.
❤ Foreign Countries - Grant is a sucker for other countries traditions, languages, and foods. He’s been to a few.
❤ Strange or Odd People - They fascinate him, he likes those who have weird quirks or interests that differs from what people would deem “normal”.
❤ Calming Music - Grant listens to instrumental piano music a lot, Mozart and Beethoven are amazing. He’s always wanted to learn to play.
❤ Being Organized - Grant does his best to stay organized both in his work life and home life.
❤ Staying Busy With Work - Grant works a lot, he gets lost in it.
❤ Looking Nice - He loves wearing some nice clothes and is very aware of how others perceive him.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Being Told What To Do - He’s his own person and he can’t stand being told what to do or people making decisions for him.
✗ Sneaky Behaviors - Whispering behind someone’s back, cheaters, and other things that are deemed sneaky annoys him.
✗ Lawbreakers - The laws are in place to keep society somewhat peaceful, safe and structured.
✗ Being Stereotyped - Don’t stereotype him because of where he is from or what he looks like. He can’t stand it and he doesn’t like other people being stereotyped either.
✗ Show Offs - Don’t go trying to show off how awesome you are, it just makes you look like a jackass. No one cares that you an rev your engine in your muscle car or how big your muscles are.
✗ Know It Alls - Those people who seem to think they know something about everything or are always trying to correct someone else.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Not Being Loved In Return As Much As He Loves Someone Else - Grant wants to fall in love but he’s scared to do so because of this.
☬ Hurting Someone As A Fenrir - Now that he’s something… Not human, he’s terrified he’ll hurt someone.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Being A Good Friend
★ Learn How To Play Piano
★ Find The Man Who Turned Him
Personality: Grant has always been a very passionate person, not only about his work but those things he is interested in and those people he loves. This goes even deeper on a romantic level when he has feelings for someone. You could even almost go as far to say that he feels like he needs a relationship, since he wants to be in a relationship so badly. However his insecurities, fears and shyness can get in the way of it. He isn’t the kind of romantic who spends as much money as he can to do something for their significant other. Instead his gifts may be less showy, but they can be more generous and are gifts of devotion and attention to details of the significant other. Because he is insecure, he tends to play it more safe with those he finds attractive or that he develops feelings for. He likes to feel confident that someone is interested in him before he thinks about even trying to make a move. Grant can be very shy when he meets someone at first but once comfortable with someone, then he’ll begin to open up pretty easily. He doesn’t think he’s all that attractive or anything special, he doesn’t pay much attention to himself on that level.
Grant is a very caring person, and he’s always willing to lend an ear or help someone out with their problems. He’s able to figure out a situation rather quickly and it’s because of this that he went into psychology. He’s incredibly open minded and you can always count on him to be a judgment free zone. It takes a hell of a lot to scare him off, he is incredibly courageous and has a strong will. He can get himself through some situations with his will alone. Grant has a bit of a competitive nature, he can’t help it. He loves playing games and will always try his best to win, even if its at unimportant small things.
When he’s hurt enough or is angered, Grant sometimes likes to get revenge. If someone wrongs him, then he believes they should get what is coming to them. He’s impulsive, acting on emotions but he’s self aware of this and does his best to stop himself from doing so. He believes on acting on his feelings, and not being scared to have what he wants. He’s easily worried if overwhelmed by a lot of things; he’s not the best of multitaskers. Grant has a problem with distrusting people or situations cautiously but this is another thing that he’s aware of and does his best to work on it.
Traits
✧ Courageous
✧ Passionate
✧ Strong Will
✧ Competitive
✧ Open Minded
✧ Compassionate
✧ Analytical
✧ Romantic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Suspicious
✦ Vindictive
✦ Shy
✦ Worrier
✦ Insecure
✦ Impulsive
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Parents: Brandon and Stella White
Siblings: Cindi White (Older Sister), Marcus White (Older Brother)
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Damon Greyson (Best Friend), Taylor Harris (Best Friend), Rigel (Ex-Boyfriend)
History: Grant was born to a married couple named Brandon and Stella White. He was the youngest of three siblings, and because of that he was his parent’s baby. This caused his brother Marcus have some resentment towards him and the two fought a lot as kids. He had a good childhood and his parents did their best to support their kids and get them whatever they wanted. Grant never really had to see the struggle that many others were accustomed to. In elementary school he had his first crush; Taylor Harris. He shared his first kiss with her and they totally planned on getting married. By the time highschool came, he and Taylor were just best friends and were more like brother and sister. They were always there for each other, they went on double dates and she was always there for a shoulder to cry on when Grant would get his heart broken. Which seemed to happen a lot and because of it Taylor became super protective over him. She was the first one he told that he found a guy in school attractive. Taylor wasn’t shocked and accepted him fully. She even set the two up, something Grant would hate her for the rest of his life over. (Though not really.) It was the most awkward night of his life but by the end of it he had his first kiss with a guy and that’s when he realized he was pansexual.
In highschool Grant met his other best friend, Damon Greyson. He was the popular kid and was almost as if he was a celebrity in school. That’s why when he stuck up for Grant against a bully, the boy was so shocked. And it was from that moment the two clicked and became close friends. It caused a little bit of drama with Taylor and it seemed like she and Damon would bicker a lot. Eventually the bickering just became apart of their relationship and they too became good friends.
Grant went off to college and knew exactly what he planned to do. He was going to become a forensic psychologist. It was during his college years, when he was 24 that he met a guy by the name of Rigel. He would go to the same coffee shop every morning before class and Rigel was the barista. He thought the guy was interesting and alluring, and attractive but of course Grant would never make the first move. So the day came where Rigel asked him out for a drink and Grant agreed. The two began seeing each other regularly and began dating and did so for about three and a half months. However it wouldn’t last any longer due to one fact that Gran had no idea about; Rigel was a fenrir. One night while things were getting hot and heavy and the two were making out, Rigel ended up nipping Grant accidentally. This seemed to freak out the other guy and he quickly had to leave. That was the last time Grant would see him and little did he know, he left him with a going away present. That small nip was way more than Grant would ever be prepared for. He became severely ill, he was extremely weak, vomiting, and having cold sweats. It was a night he went camping along with his friends Taylor and Damon. They took him out into the mountains for a weekend away from the real world after Rigel broke their friend’s heart over a text and he ditched town… That weekend would change all of their lives forever. Grant transformed into a huge, wolf type creature as soon as the full moon rose into the sky. Damon and Taylor ran from the beast with terror, jumping in their jeep and driving off as their friend chased them as a beastly monster. They couldn’t believe what happened and they waited the night on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere until the sun came up. The two drove back to the camp and found it torn to shreds and laying, naked in the grass nearby was Grant. He was covered in dirt and blood and was unconscious… Their friend was a werewolf…
Ever since then, Taylor and Damon have both helped keep Grant locked down and somewhere safe so he wouldn’t hurt anyone or wouldn’t get hurt himself on the full moons. After a lot of thinking and piecing things together Grant knows that Rigel had to of turned him. So he’s wanted to find him ever since but with no leads on where he went, it’s been useless. But Grant loves a good investigation.

Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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