Joshua Dylan Powell- Tess
Stats:
Gender: Male Age: 22 Nature: Wolf Occupation: Medical Coding Appearance: Josh is 6’2” and around 175 lbs., though he’s got no clue about what the scale says, personally. Josh has almost entirely grown out of his gangling, coltish teenage physique, but he’s probably not as muscular as he may become with another decade under his belt. Right now, he’s got the lean but “smooth” musculature of a fit young man who’s not dedicated to pumping iron. His belly’s flat, with a hint of a six-pack, and he’s shifter strong, but nobody’s going to mistake him as a bodybuilder. |
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Josh has blue eyes, a shapely upper lip with a thin lower lip, a slightly cleft chin, and a prominent nose with a convex bow in the bridge. His hair is light brown, fading to dark blond in the summer, and it’s loosely curly. He keeps it cut fairly short to keep it manageable. His skin is fair, and he sports freckles across his shoulders, upper back and chest from spending so much time naked in the sunlight. His facial hair grows very quickly. Josh works the slightly scruffy look, mainly because otherwise he’d have to shave twice a day. He has an old scar between his eyes. How'd does a born Wolf get a permanent facial scar? Getting sucker punched by an angry, silver-ring-wearing drunk works quite well for that.
Shifted Appearance: Josh has a thick coat, marked and colored almost like a sun-faded German Shepherd, though anyone seeing him in fur would never mistake him for a dog. He's got a lanky, long-legged appearance because of his weight and height in skin.
Personality: “My spirit animal is the sloth.” Not really, but Josh exerts strenuous effort only when there’s not a more efficient way of achieving the same ends. Despite this laid-back, mellow attitude, he’s a fairly organized and tidy person, because he learned very quickly that living in squalor and dirty laundry while being perpetually late and/or frantically searching for items was far more stressful and energy-sapping than staying on top of stuff like that.
Because he’s so amiable and easy-going, he can pass for human with little difficulty, at least, until things get on a much more intimate level, platonically or romantically.
Racism, sexism, intolerance and general ass-hattery sets his temper off, though he’s not one to carry a placard in a protest march, or punch out some flubber-lip in a bar. No, if you persist in being unrepentantly offensive, Josh will pleasantly tell you off, less pleasantly tell you to go have solitary coitus in an anatomically impossible fashion, or he’ll simply walk away as if you vanished on the breeze of a fart. And you’ll stay vanished, as far as he’s concerned. He’s perfected the “you’re dead to me” routine to a finely honed art.
History: A born wolf from born wolves, of an unadulterated line stretching back more than a century, his family's Smokey Mountains Pack was devastated when their Lycaon was slain by an Outcast Challenger who appeared out of the shadows one full moon. Josh was barely toddling when his family transferred into Stone Mountain’s Pack, with its still unbroken history of stable, healthy leadership. The Stone Mountain Pack is all he's ever known. The Powells have always been predominately high to mid-betas, and Josh is middling to high beta, himself.
His parents are in vigorous middle age, and his current independence has him missing his younger brothers, though they’re at the age where their hormones are rising and they see their elder brother as more an irritating rank challenge than someone to pal around with. Which is one of the reasons he’s living ‘off the reservation,’ even after his graduation. Sibling tussling is one thing. Seriously biting pieces off one or both of his little brothers isn’t something he’s eager to do.
Abilities: Josh has the ability to get along with, or at least achieve mutual toleration, with almost anyone who's not actively being a big ol' jerk. He's not far above average in intelligence, but he's got a near photographic memory for details he's read and images he's seen.
Weaknesses: Josh is seriously stressed by chaos around him, and by uncertainty. He’d rather make a wrong decision than dither and wait for something to happen, and he’s made more than a few regrettable decisions in his life already because of that impulsive trait.
Josh can control himself perfectly in anger or fear situations, but when he’s highly sexually aroused, his control tends to slip. Because of this, he avoids overtly sexual contact with humans like he IS the Plague. He’ll tease, he’ll flirt, he’ll play pat ‘n’ tickle, but he calls an immediate halt to fun and games when the action moves from teen-flick R-rated to NC-17 territory.
Josh is also… gasp!... more than a little hypocritical in one area. Despite his laissez-faire acceptance of all flavors of Homo sapiens nudus and Homo sapiens pellis, Joshua loathes vampires. Part of his revulsion is simply the ick factor, and a sane resentment and aversion to your vital fluid being someone’s intoxicant of choice. But for Josh, his abhorrence shades towards paranoia with a tendency to react with unrestrained violence.
Quirks: Josh isn’t allergic to poison ivy in the slightest, which is a bit of a problem, because he doesn’t realize he’s gotten into it, so whether in fur or skin he can spread the oil around willy-nilly over every surface for the joy of discovery of those not so immune.
He’s a closet fan of Doctor Who, from way back, and still refuses to either discard or pass down his faded and holey
”I ♥ ♥ the Doctor” t-shirt.
Weapons: Himself
Family: Roomies/Lovers: Ben Cohen and Mica Taylor
Parents: Jeremy and Barbara Powell
Brothers: Luke and Mark Powell (- 7 and -9 years, respectively)
Vehicle: 1964 silver metal-flake Karmann-Ghia, with a Porsche 911 engine and a cherry-red leather interior. He and his Dad rebuilt and restored it from a ratty barn find they chanced upon when Josh was eleven. It was his first car, and deity willing, he’s happy if it’s his only car for his long, long life. Of course, it’s a two-seater, so it may not always be his only vehicle….
Home: A two bed/one bath apartment shared with Ben and Mica
Character song: Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran (aka as "Our song" to the Roomies)
Character image portrayed by: a young Jeremy Sumpter
Shifted Appearance: Josh has a thick coat, marked and colored almost like a sun-faded German Shepherd, though anyone seeing him in fur would never mistake him for a dog. He's got a lanky, long-legged appearance because of his weight and height in skin.
Personality: “My spirit animal is the sloth.” Not really, but Josh exerts strenuous effort only when there’s not a more efficient way of achieving the same ends. Despite this laid-back, mellow attitude, he’s a fairly organized and tidy person, because he learned very quickly that living in squalor and dirty laundry while being perpetually late and/or frantically searching for items was far more stressful and energy-sapping than staying on top of stuff like that.
Because he’s so amiable and easy-going, he can pass for human with little difficulty, at least, until things get on a much more intimate level, platonically or romantically.
Racism, sexism, intolerance and general ass-hattery sets his temper off, though he’s not one to carry a placard in a protest march, or punch out some flubber-lip in a bar. No, if you persist in being unrepentantly offensive, Josh will pleasantly tell you off, less pleasantly tell you to go have solitary coitus in an anatomically impossible fashion, or he’ll simply walk away as if you vanished on the breeze of a fart. And you’ll stay vanished, as far as he’s concerned. He’s perfected the “you’re dead to me” routine to a finely honed art.
History: A born wolf from born wolves, of an unadulterated line stretching back more than a century, his family's Smokey Mountains Pack was devastated when their Lycaon was slain by an Outcast Challenger who appeared out of the shadows one full moon. Josh was barely toddling when his family transferred into Stone Mountain’s Pack, with its still unbroken history of stable, healthy leadership. The Stone Mountain Pack is all he's ever known. The Powells have always been predominately high to mid-betas, and Josh is middling to high beta, himself.
His parents are in vigorous middle age, and his current independence has him missing his younger brothers, though they’re at the age where their hormones are rising and they see their elder brother as more an irritating rank challenge than someone to pal around with. Which is one of the reasons he’s living ‘off the reservation,’ even after his graduation. Sibling tussling is one thing. Seriously biting pieces off one or both of his little brothers isn’t something he’s eager to do.
Abilities: Josh has the ability to get along with, or at least achieve mutual toleration, with almost anyone who's not actively being a big ol' jerk. He's not far above average in intelligence, but he's got a near photographic memory for details he's read and images he's seen.
Weaknesses: Josh is seriously stressed by chaos around him, and by uncertainty. He’d rather make a wrong decision than dither and wait for something to happen, and he’s made more than a few regrettable decisions in his life already because of that impulsive trait.
Josh can control himself perfectly in anger or fear situations, but when he’s highly sexually aroused, his control tends to slip. Because of this, he avoids overtly sexual contact with humans like he IS the Plague. He’ll tease, he’ll flirt, he’ll play pat ‘n’ tickle, but he calls an immediate halt to fun and games when the action moves from teen-flick R-rated to NC-17 territory.
Josh is also… gasp!... more than a little hypocritical in one area. Despite his laissez-faire acceptance of all flavors of Homo sapiens nudus and Homo sapiens pellis, Joshua loathes vampires. Part of his revulsion is simply the ick factor, and a sane resentment and aversion to your vital fluid being someone’s intoxicant of choice. But for Josh, his abhorrence shades towards paranoia with a tendency to react with unrestrained violence.
Quirks: Josh isn’t allergic to poison ivy in the slightest, which is a bit of a problem, because he doesn’t realize he’s gotten into it, so whether in fur or skin he can spread the oil around willy-nilly over every surface for the joy of discovery of those not so immune.
He’s a closet fan of Doctor Who, from way back, and still refuses to either discard or pass down his faded and holey
”I ♥ ♥ the Doctor” t-shirt.
Weapons: Himself
Family: Roomies/Lovers: Ben Cohen and Mica Taylor
Parents: Jeremy and Barbara Powell
Brothers: Luke and Mark Powell (- 7 and -9 years, respectively)
Vehicle: 1964 silver metal-flake Karmann-Ghia, with a Porsche 911 engine and a cherry-red leather interior. He and his Dad rebuilt and restored it from a ratty barn find they chanced upon when Josh was eleven. It was his first car, and deity willing, he’s happy if it’s his only car for his long, long life. Of course, it’s a two-seater, so it may not always be his only vehicle….
Home: A two bed/one bath apartment shared with Ben and Mica
Character song: Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran (aka as "Our song" to the Roomies)
Character image portrayed by: a young Jeremy Sumpter