Name:

Derek

Age: [20 - 26 Years]

21

Gender:

Male

Role: [Who are they? What do they do?]

Derek was trained to be a guard in the kingdom the travelers have come from. He also has knowledge (although very limited) of weapon repair and first aid.

How would they feel if they knew about the Lycans?: [They don't actually know, but if they did, how would they feel?]

If Derek knew about the lycans, he would be unsure about them, having heard rumors of stories about other lycan packs. If the lycans show him that they won't hurt any of the travelers, he would be more at ease. Until then, he'd rather watch them cautiously and quietly, ready to protect his people if needed.

Appearance:

credit to Hera_ on picrew

Standing at 6' 00" and weighing in at 196 lbs of pure muscle, Derek fits the appearance of a guard or soldier. Though not born of royalty, he holds keeping his appearance clean in high regard. The wavy brown locks that spring from his head are cut short in order to keep it out of his eyes as he watches for danger. In the sun, Derek's hair takes on a faint reddish brown tint.

His eyes are a deep chocolate that twinkle in the sun. His eyes typically have a hard, focused look to them, although if one can convince him to come off duty for a while, they soften wearily. He takes his job very seriously, and never appears fully relaxed, instead being alert and at attention, ready for any threats that might come his way.

Like his haircut, Derek's clothes are practical for his job description and for traveling. He packed dark colored clothes in an attempt to help stay warm for the trip. He wears a sword strapped to his back and a knife on his right arm, with backups attached to his belt.

Personality:

~ Hardworking ~ Intimidating ~ Focused ~ Quiet ~ Calm ~ Patient ~ Kind ~

These terms are apt descriptors of Derek. Usually found at the periphery of the group, he diligently watches for danger, even if it means losing out on sleep. He's quick to help others, and has a long fuse. Despite this, you don't want to push him too far, because even the nicest person can explode like an atomic bomb. He often keeps his opinions to himself unless directly asked, and flat out refuses to speak of someone behind their back. He is a firm believer in "if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it," but knows not everyone holds themselves to this philosophy.

Because of his stature and quiet demeanor, most people are usually intimidated by him and give him a wide berth. But if anyone were to get to know him, they would find out that Derek is often lost in his own thoughts, his brain moving a million miles a minute as he tracks everything he needs to pay attention to.

He holds everyone's safety as his responsibility, and will do anything to keep them safe. The bandit attack weighs heavily on him, even though deep inside he knows he can't be everywhere at once. If anything, this incident has made him more determined to assess threats before they can attack. He knows that the group needs the help of the lycans (though he doesn't know that that's what they are), but that doesn't mean that he trusts them blindly.

Despite his tough exterior, he secretly overthinks almost everything, and deals with a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he's not good enough. This voice is very reminiscent of the commander who trained him when he was accepted to become a guard. It's only grown louder since the incident with the bandits, so there's a war raging in his head almost constantly. He often thinks that other people see him the way the voice does, and it makes him strive to work even harder, even when he doesn't need to.

Crush:

Zira E. Lucius (secretly/developing)

S.O./Spouse:

None (Open)

Children:

Nope

Kin:

His parents are in the kingdom the travelers have come from. His dad works as a blacksmith for the lords and ladies, and his mother gardens for them, keeping their flowerbeds and lawns immaculate.

(Open to siblings)

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

None