Terry Carlos Goins- Tess
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Nature: Cougar Occupation: Special Forces, formerly a factory worker. Appearance: Terry might clean up nice, but until a month ago, that's a state no one ever saw him in. He's about six feet tall, maybe a little taller. It's hard to tell because before his Induction, he habitually slouched. Terry has medium brown hair and blue eyes, and (before his first moon) a lean build that made him look rangy and lank. His clothing, season to season, year to year, hardly varies. When Terry breaks down and buys a garment, it has a lifetime contract. He's in grungy jeans, or cut-off shorts, battered work boots, a tank or wife-beater undershirt in summer, in winter, a flannel shirt that's never buttoned, and a t-shirt beneath. Usually a white underwear t-shirt—or at least, it started out being white, oh, five or six years ago. Now most of them are used-dishwater grey. |
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He's passably clean, he's just oblivious to appearance. If he were cleaned up and told to stand up straight, he would be approaching handsome. As it is, he might as well wear a sign on his back that says "redneck."
Shifted appearance: A long, but unremarkable cougar, Terry is usually lazing around, giving the impression that he wouldn't bestir himself to swat a mouse if it ran over his paws. Looks are deceiving. Even before his infection, he was an accomplished hunter.
Personality: Terry is a follower. He knows and he's cool with that. He's pretty much always been a follower, a side-kick, even before his induction. The offspring of generations of underachievers, Terry's happy to just coast through life. As long as he's got a roof, enough clothes to be considered decent, ample beer and some sort of food (preferably deep-fat fried or jerked) he's content and happy.
In his defense, he's almost always cheerful and he honestly doesn't have a mean bone in his body, and not much evidence of a spine, either. He's simply faded into the background when things got ugly, or found some reason to be elsewhere.
He found his spine when the Preternatural Revelation stopped America in its tracks for an hour. Patriotism and the protection of his species were causes that fired off a surge of determination and grit that Terry wasn't aware he had. He was at the Recruitment Center before it opened the next morning, and signed away his life to the United States of America for as long as she requires his services. His humanity, he signed away forever. The impact of both of those decisions has probably not fully made itself known yet.
History: Terry's full name is Terence Carlos Goins. Other than that, there isn't much to tell because he hasn't done much with his life. He was born to parents who have always coasted on the edge of the poverty line, with grandparents who sustenance-farmed but didn't really know they were poor because all their neighbors were too. He didn't come from a trailer park, but from a ramshackle house on the edge of town that hadn't seen paint since the Carter administration, squatting tiredly in a beaten-bare dirt yard on underutilized acreage, sheltering too many rambunctious kids and dogs. He went to public school and drifted through the grades without attracting staff attention because he was smart enough to pass, but too lazy to excel and too friendly and passive to make trouble. He was among the first in his generation to graduate high school, but he had no drive to go further. Terry got a job right out of high school in one of the local factories. He earned enough to keep up his truck, pay rent on his one-bedroom house, and hang out at the local bar/pool hall on the weekends and to him, that's about all there was to life.
Update 4/2017: Like so many through the centuries, in military service, Terry has discovered he's capable of so much more than he ever reached for as a civilian. Despite his tendency to laziness, he found he took to the demands and routines well. Perhaps his natural compliant nature helped? Regardless, he became a Squad Leader, and then was unofficially promoted to Troop Guide. While it's far too early to tell how he'll acquit himself in the future, at least he's made a promising start!
Abilities: So far, his only outstanding ability is the knack for coasting through life making as few waves as possible. That lack of discernable talent and skill may change now that he's in the military-- and a Cougar.
Weaknesses: Beer. Women whose attractiveness is increased by the mass consumption of beer. Beer. Terry has been a master under-achiever, who believes laziness is simply a thinking man's way of getting out of unnecessary work. If he hadn't joined the military, he probably would never have any material success because he didn't see the point in working that hard.
Quirks: Surprisingly does not, and never has, worn his hair in a mullet. Has a loathing bordering on phobia for ticks. Since his transformation, he's delighted in his new body and has developed a taste for the iron. Before Induction, he mostly just half-heartedly worked out in winter so he wouldn't feel like he was dying when it came time to haul hay.
Weapons: Before Induction, If he absolutely, positively has to fight, he'd use his fists, a beer bottle, a pool cue, his big Buck knife, a handy bar stool—you get the idea. Now? He probably will know six ways to kill you with a pencil by the time he's out of boot camp.
Family:
His parents are still living, and he has two brothers and three sisters scattered across middle Georgia, at at about the same socioeconomic level.
Vehicle: A 1996 Ford F100, beat to hell-n-gone inside and out, but maintained meticulously under the hood.
Home: Camp Stone Mountain, for the foreseeable future.
Character image portrayed by: a young Chris Evans
Shifted appearance: A long, but unremarkable cougar, Terry is usually lazing around, giving the impression that he wouldn't bestir himself to swat a mouse if it ran over his paws. Looks are deceiving. Even before his infection, he was an accomplished hunter.
Personality: Terry is a follower. He knows and he's cool with that. He's pretty much always been a follower, a side-kick, even before his induction. The offspring of generations of underachievers, Terry's happy to just coast through life. As long as he's got a roof, enough clothes to be considered decent, ample beer and some sort of food (preferably deep-fat fried or jerked) he's content and happy.
In his defense, he's almost always cheerful and he honestly doesn't have a mean bone in his body, and not much evidence of a spine, either. He's simply faded into the background when things got ugly, or found some reason to be elsewhere.
He found his spine when the Preternatural Revelation stopped America in its tracks for an hour. Patriotism and the protection of his species were causes that fired off a surge of determination and grit that Terry wasn't aware he had. He was at the Recruitment Center before it opened the next morning, and signed away his life to the United States of America for as long as she requires his services. His humanity, he signed away forever. The impact of both of those decisions has probably not fully made itself known yet.
History: Terry's full name is Terence Carlos Goins. Other than that, there isn't much to tell because he hasn't done much with his life. He was born to parents who have always coasted on the edge of the poverty line, with grandparents who sustenance-farmed but didn't really know they were poor because all their neighbors were too. He didn't come from a trailer park, but from a ramshackle house on the edge of town that hadn't seen paint since the Carter administration, squatting tiredly in a beaten-bare dirt yard on underutilized acreage, sheltering too many rambunctious kids and dogs. He went to public school and drifted through the grades without attracting staff attention because he was smart enough to pass, but too lazy to excel and too friendly and passive to make trouble. He was among the first in his generation to graduate high school, but he had no drive to go further. Terry got a job right out of high school in one of the local factories. He earned enough to keep up his truck, pay rent on his one-bedroom house, and hang out at the local bar/pool hall on the weekends and to him, that's about all there was to life.
Update 4/2017: Like so many through the centuries, in military service, Terry has discovered he's capable of so much more than he ever reached for as a civilian. Despite his tendency to laziness, he found he took to the demands and routines well. Perhaps his natural compliant nature helped? Regardless, he became a Squad Leader, and then was unofficially promoted to Troop Guide. While it's far too early to tell how he'll acquit himself in the future, at least he's made a promising start!
Abilities: So far, his only outstanding ability is the knack for coasting through life making as few waves as possible. That lack of discernable talent and skill may change now that he's in the military-- and a Cougar.
Weaknesses: Beer. Women whose attractiveness is increased by the mass consumption of beer. Beer. Terry has been a master under-achiever, who believes laziness is simply a thinking man's way of getting out of unnecessary work. If he hadn't joined the military, he probably would never have any material success because he didn't see the point in working that hard.
Quirks: Surprisingly does not, and never has, worn his hair in a mullet. Has a loathing bordering on phobia for ticks. Since his transformation, he's delighted in his new body and has developed a taste for the iron. Before Induction, he mostly just half-heartedly worked out in winter so he wouldn't feel like he was dying when it came time to haul hay.
Weapons: Before Induction, If he absolutely, positively has to fight, he'd use his fists, a beer bottle, a pool cue, his big Buck knife, a handy bar stool—you get the idea. Now? He probably will know six ways to kill you with a pencil by the time he's out of boot camp.
Family:
His parents are still living, and he has two brothers and three sisters scattered across middle Georgia, at at about the same socioeconomic level.
Vehicle: A 1996 Ford F100, beat to hell-n-gone inside and out, but maintained meticulously under the hood.
Home: Camp Stone Mountain, for the foreseeable future.
Character image portrayed by: a young Chris Evans