williams, dexter "silver"

[Dexter [Silver] Williams]

THEY SAY THAT KID HE'S GOT...
DEXTERECCLESWILLIAMS

I'M BRINGIN' SASSY BACK

Alias;; Silver
Date of Birth;; 3rd January, 1723
Age;; 286
Eye color;; Emerald green (seriously ;D)
Hair color and texture;; Brunette, semi long and wavy, curly at the ends.
Height;; 5'9 -five feet, nine inches-
Weight;; 167 lbs
Play-by preference;; Jackson Rathbone

And everything that you thought you can’t forget;;

Dexter isn't quite the muscular brute type that most people expect from a canine shape shifter. Although not anorexically skinny either, he's a safer, in the middle kind of build. At 5'9 he isn't short, but he isn't as tall as some guys are, though when you meet him, you would hardly notice. Confidence always radiates from around him, accompanied by various different emotions. Often his confidence is coupled with arrogance and irritation, but sometimes selfishness, fondness, ect...

Despite looking as if he were in his early twenties, his real age isn't hard to feel when he's around you. He isn't a very loud person, all of his movements and actions are fluid and steady, and usually subtle enough that you wouldn't notice, unless you're looking. His body language tends to be automatically 'wolfish', as in, acting like a wolf, unless he consciously decides otherwise. His almost dark brunette hair is a few inches short of shoulder length, from time to time he grows it down to his shoulders. It's wavy, wispy, and at the ends curly. His deep green eyes are amazing, on the border of looking supernatural, just human enough that you think 'wow' instead of 'aarrrggg he's a monster!!!'.

He never dresses in dirty or old and worn out clothes, he'd rather be in his wolf shape. Often he sticks simply to long sleeved shirts, jeans and trainers, of any colour really, but black & white always looks fabulous on him. Knee length black wool coats are his favourites, but he's more than amenable to biker jackets and anything smart, expensive looking, and suitable.

YOU ONLY SEE WHAT I LET YOU SEE

What sort of Monster are we talkin' 'bout here?;; Wolf Shape Shifter

Likes;;

• playing/listening to music
  
• frolicking in the snow
  
• cool weather
  
• the taste of [human] blood
  
• kinky biting xD
  

Dislikes;;

• emotional outbursts
  
• losing control
  
• hot weather
  
• strong [nasty] smells
  
• vampires
  

Fears;;

• Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.
  
• becoming submissive
  
• losing (at most things...)
  

Weakness;; Large quantaties of silver...

Quirk;; Barks and growls in his sleep.

Nothing less, nothing more;;

Everything about him is controlled, kept on a tight, secure leash. Emotional outbursts are something with him that happen about once every few decades, to happen more often is incredibly rare. When he's angry with you, it's like there's a dark storm cloud following you and him around, even if he never raises his voice. When he's euphorically happy, he tends to wallow in his own bliss, in the same way other people do self pity. That isn't to say he can't be short tempered at times, but his snappish comments are just that, a snap.

Stubborn beyond belief, if he decides on something, then that's it, he won't change his mind, at least not for the benefit of other people. In an argument, he always thinks he's right, and if he isn't absolutely sure that he is, he won't even get into the argument in the first place. Because he keeps such tight control over himself, over his own life, he can be a bit of a control freak. Not to the point where it becomes weird and definitely worrying, but enough that in a relationship with him, you know who's boss.

Dexter likes to flirt, he's not particularly fussy about gender, so he's happy to flirt with men or women. When he does finally find someone worth his time, someone to share his life with, he becomes closely attached to them. What starts off as being a control freak for him, turns into being protective, doting even, attentive. He doesn't ever like to be proved wrong, or upped in a competition, although he isn't idiot enough to risk his life to prove a point. ...Well....not really anyway.

AND I STILL GOT SOUL

birthplace;; Dallas, Texas
I ain’t gonna lie;; Single

Family;;
Tanya Williams - mother - dead - [switched off] shifter gene carrier
Jonathon Williams - father - dead - wolf shape shifter
Alison Williams - younger sister - alive [location unknown] - wolf shape shifter

Pack I was going to try out for pack alpha...

And I’ve been there, seen that, and I ain't taking you home;;

Dexter was born to a long line of wolf shape shifters, a blood line that had been tracked for centuries. His parents owned a farm set in a hundred acres, set away from any humans, vampires or anyone else for that matter. It was a safe place for shape shifters, with acres of fields and woodlands to roam, the family never took a risk when running in their animal form. Seven years after him, an accident, his sister Alison was born, and the house became just that little bit more busy. From day one he learned how to run the farm, everything from ploughing fields to milking a cow. The rest of the locals found them to be a bit standoffish, keeping very private lives, apart from when they came to town to sell or buy produce or services. But because of how the Williams lived, no one ever became suspicious about their moonlight activities, it was how they had lived in peace with the humans secretly for years.

Some thirty years later, with Dexter and Alison looking almost the same as they did when they were eleven and eighteen, something disturbed the peace. A band of supernatural hunters, also keeping themselves secret from most humans, had moved into the local town. Family by family, they were killing off the 'monsters', mostly shape shifters. Behind them they had left a trail of blood and destruction, they were skilled hunters, not just fools with silver bullets and old wives tales. Since the farm was so far away from town, it was several weeks before the Williams realised just how much danger they were in. Dexter rode into town to trade some services that the farm had to offer for things for home, and no one was surprised when he turned up to the market, since seeing any one of the Williams family was always a surprise, completely unpredictable. At the market he saw them, three men from out of town, in their late thirties. The moment they saw him, there was an understanding, they knew he wasn't human, and he knew they knew.

Still, although very grateful, he couldn't understand why they didn't simply open fire on him there and then. They might have ended up as entrails on the ground, but they weren't to know that. He left the town unharmed, and the family discovered why he hadn't been attacked. The hunters had a strict code only to kill the 'monsters' when in their animal form, the form the devil had cursed them with. But that strict rule was starting to slip, reports got to them of clever shifters who had managed to stay in their human form for months at a time, and got shot eventually anyway. It didn't take long. They shot his father first, since he was nearly always out in his wolf form, patrolling the woods or the rest of the land, a duty that his children would someday take over, but not yet. That night him and his sister would have been killed too, but their mother sacrificed herself for them, giving them barely enough time to escape.

They spent their years running, the longest they settled in one place was for 16 months, and then another group of hunters caught onto their trail, and they had to flee again. Almost eighty years later, the pair of them took a trip across the pond to England. In 1834 there were far less hunters in England, and so they were allowed to settle down for a bit. Strangely enough it was actually safer for them to live in the town and travel when they wished to run in their animal form, rather than to live outside of it in the countrside, away from humans. Passing themselves off as aristocracy, they lived alone in a townhouse in London, each finding their own, human pets. Alison found herself a young human man, one that was infatuated with her chocolate coloured hair and amazing green eyes, just like that of her brother's. Dexter also found his perfect pet, another young man called Mario Callaway, whom he spent decades with.

When Mario finally died of a heart attack at the age of fifty seven, Dexter left his sister in London, and the pair went their own ways. For almost an entire century Dexter wandered alone, living nearly constantly in his wolf form. Finally he came across Newhalen about ten years ago, and decided to stay, changing his habits to living mostly as a human.

OVER AND OVER AGAIN

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