Dustin Spencer

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121] Welcome ★ Dustin Spencer, This is how you remind me of what I really am Personal ★ Information,

[/b][/color] Dustin Spencer
★ AGE: 24
★ GENDER: Male
★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight
★ HEIGHT: 5’ 11”
★ WEIGHT: 164 lbs.
★ JOB: Independent Contractor, Spencer Construction
★ RACE: Half-Lycanthrope
★ FACTION: The Cult of the Rosen Epiphany
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Your ★ Beauty,

Appearance,

[/color] Dustin, at first glance, seems like a typical young man, perhaps a bit broad of nose and narrow of eye, but handsome in a standardized Hollywood cookie-cutter fashion. His expressions are practiced, almost affected - exaggerated winks, profoundly thoughtful thousand-yard stares, and contemptuous curls of the lip. He keeps his sandy-blonde hair stylishly short, using healthy amounts of mousse to mold it into bed-heady spikes or the occasional fauxhawk. He prefers his facial hair to be carefully unscripted, with anywhere between one to four days' worth of growth bristling from his upper lip and chin. Only his eyes are devoid of any sort of artifice; there is always a hint of cruelty evident in his gray-blue gaze.

Beneath his pretty-boy looks is a wiry, well-sculpted physique. Through an almost obsessive application of cardio and weight training, Dustin has carved for himself some serious musculature, though his inattention to detail has left him less than perfect in definition and tone. Still, even for a lycanthrope, he is remarkably strong and agile for his height and frame.

Dustin dresses in the usual hipster casual of his generation - fashion-cut denims, vintage t-shirts with prints he has no understanding of, and fitted button-downs with the sleeves rolled over his forearms. His preferred protection from the elements is a weatherbeaten leather jacket, even in temperatures significantly lower than such would be practical.

Several tattoos adorn Dustin's body - a tribal armband encircles his left bicep, and a full moon on the inside of his right wrist is a reminder of his time in the Lupine Brotherhood. As of recently, a tribal-styled ring of thorns encircles his left ankle, marked by a single black-petaled rose entwined in the curling stems.[/ul]

LIKES +

[/color] Booze (Wolfschmidt Vodka and Natty Light)
★ Axe Body Spray
★ Nickelback
★ UFC
★ Megan Fox
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DISLIKES -

[/color] Cats
★ Chick Flicks
★ Weakness
★ Cops
★ Ballet
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POSITIVE TRAITS +

[/color] Determined
★ Fearless
★ Commanding
★ Cunning
★ Ruthless
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NEGATIVE TRAITS -

[/color] Domineering
★ Chauvinistic
★ Violent
★ Spiteful
★ Xenophobic
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OVERALL PERSONALITY

[/color] Of all of Dustin's characteristics, it is his insecurities that have shaped the young half-were into the man he is today. After an entire childhood spent claiming superiority over his peers by virtue of his strength and manner, his introduction to the Brotherhood shattered his expectations and self-esteem. His physical prowess, his despotic behavior, his psychotic need to prove he's better are all overcompensations for his feelings of weakness, both in body and in character.

With the need for dominance comes an inherent rebellious streak; Dustin does not react well to any tone of authority from anyone other than his father. He is also largely unsympathetic - he acts in his own self-interest, without regard to how his actions will affect others. He is cruel and opportunistic, quick to reward those that will align themselves with him and quick to abuse and degrade those that won't.

The disappearance of Dustin's mother at such an early age has left him with a distaste for and mistrust of women. He sees them as weak and fickle, swift to abandon their responsibilities and not to be trusted. In contrast, despite Douglas' brusque demeanor and unaffectionate parenting, Dustin has the utmost respect for his father, a sentiment that borders on hero worship.

Dustin's bravado and swagger are bolstered by the near-constant presence of his pack. Brody and Tyler are everything one could desire in minions - sycophantic, pandering, and ferociously loyal.[/ul]

Background ★ Info,

History,

[/color] Dustin was born in Saint Calais, the only child of Douglas Spencer, a local contractor, and a mother who left the family when Dustin was four. The separation was as harsh as it was sudden - Doug wasted no time in purging his home of all evidence of his ex-wife, and he refused to speak of anything relating to her or the divorce. He raised his boy with a stern mien and a firm hand, emphasizing the same brand of stoic strength and emotional suppression he exhibited. Affection was a weak and womanly pursuit in the Spencer household, and beatings were administered more often than engaging conversations. Dustin was quick to apply what he learned at home to the playground; in short order, he established dominance over the other children with his tongue, or, more often, his fists.

It was as Dustin reached his teenage years that his father would share his gravest secret with him - Douglas was a werewolf, a full-fledged lycanthrope and member of the Lupine Brotherhood. Over the course of the next few years, Dustin was introduced to his own diluted condition, learning to control his urges and transformations. For the first time, the young half-were was surrounded by people who were not his inferiors, or even his peers, but clearly his betters. All around him, the purebloods could control themselves better. They were faster than he was, stronger; they could hear things, smell things that he couldn't.

While others might have simply accepted these shortcomings and made the most of the gifts of their half-blooded nature, Dustin, afraid of his shortcomings, applied himself with an almost psychotic devotion to his own superiority. He worked hard, pushing himself to the limit to build his strength, cutting others down with caustic comments and aggressive behavior, refusing to back down in the face of situations that were clearly not in his favor. Before long, he had himself a pack, a pair of younger werewolves that followed him, backed up his threats and kowtowed to his bidding. Once again, he was Alpha.

Dustin's teens and early twenties were unremarkable - he bullied his way through high school and failed out of the U of SC after three semesters of partying and lackluster attendance. Each failure was met at home with stern discipline, and each abuse was vented on the world at large in turn.

It wasn't long before Dustin's domineering behavior caught the attentions of the Brotherhood's elders. Again and again the young halfbreed was castigated, but he heeded none of their warnings as he chafed under their restrictions. And so, when he and his pack were approached by a representative of the Cult of the Rosen Epiphany, they jumped at the chance to defect.

Unfortunately, the assignment proved to be an outright disaster. Blame was laid on the plot's executioner, however; Dustin himself gained a measure of respect for his ruthlessness and his resourcefulness in evading the authorities, and, thanks to dwindling numbers in the Saint Calais area and a need for extra muscle, he was granted membership into the Cult.

★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: Dustin was born into his condition.
★Circumstances of Faction Initiation: Described in his history.
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The ★ Puppeteer,

[/b][/color] Zak Guan and Jim Lightley.
★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? Ra. As in the mighty Egyptian sun god. Smurf works just as well, too.
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? Don’t, really, I’m good.
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? You were in the fridge, right behind the eggs.
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FACE CLAIM

★ Murray, Chad Michael, Dustin Spencer

The ★ Copyright,

Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥

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[Kai ♪]

ACCEPTED ♠,