Antonio T. Eyolf

Tony is basically the epitome of the 'lone wolf' figure. The guy has always been distanced from others of his kind, as well as most people in general. The Werewolf doesn't really like most people, as is apparent by his less-than-thrilled attitude and expression a good part of the time. But, Tony has been through a lot in his long life thus far, and he just can't help that he isn't Mr. Smiles any longer. Not after his parents, Atieno, or any other thing that happened to go to shit in the recent years. But still, despite his generally withdrawn nature Antonio really is a good guy. If he likes you, he'll make sure you stay out of harm. If he loves you, he'll protect you with his life. If he hates you, however... He's known for his biting sarcasm, and sometimes ridiculing attitude (especially when he's around people he doesn't like).





*For the most part, he knows how to control his ability; he can change at will, or not at all if he so pleases. Being alive as long as he has comes with the quirks of controlling such a dangerous power, although sometimes his wolven instincts get the best of him. He is plagued of a short temper because of this. Even if he has a firm grasp on the other side of him, on rare occasions he tends to... snap. Like a wild animal. Just like a dangerous predator raised to be the family pet, when all seems well and fine the Werewolf within' him can bare its fangs, and just like that, blood is on his hands. Of course, not every time that he shifts into his wolf form he is uncontrollable; if it's by his own will, then he can choose to be no more dangerous than the average domesticated dog. If, however, he is caught off guard and forced to change, not only is it excruciatingly painful but the conscious part of him is snuffed out like a light. He can't control who, or what, he kills; he isn't aware until he wakes up to the aftermath, sometimes days later. 

Positive Traits
Protective
Assertive
Intellectual
Brave
High Pain Tolerance

Neutral Traits
Brooding

Negative Traits
Standoffish
Impatient
Aggressive



Past:




By this point, their kind was already considered an 'endangered species'. Of course, there was nobody trying to get the Lykoi Anthropos back onto its feet because either they didn't know they existed, or they were trying to hunt them down anyways. So, moving to Ireland was the best bet when Angela and Aaron were thinking about the future of their children. Antonio was the first of three triplets born, marking him as the oldest with the worst attitude of the bunch and unusual white fur, given that both of his parents were of darker coloring. The second oldest was Charlotte, the only girl of the group, who proved to be a pain in Tony's arse for years to come though to this day he still loves his little sister with all his heart. And the third was Ian, who proved to be a pain in both of their arses as the youngest of the group. The triplets weren't really a surprise to the parents, for it was the norm and sort of practical that their kind, being of Wolf blood, would have multiple kids at once. But they were a blessing for sure. The two new parents were rather young themselves, Angela only having 37 years on her while Aaron was in his early forties (but as their kind aged much slower than the normal, they looked more like they were in their early twenties). 

Nevertheless, the two were great parents. They taught and protected their kids as well as anyone ever possibly could. Tony was always the quietest of the three, however, and although he wasn't entirely a stick in the mud about playing with his siblings he always rather explore the cliffsides and endless moors by himself. It was a very peaceful life for the first few years, although of course, by the time the teenage years finally came around things began to hit some rough patches. The three teens had grown bored of their little life around the farm house and the empty, boring moors that surrounded them for miles. So, one night when their mother and father had gone to bed, the three fourteen year olds had the brilliant plan to sneak out and head towards the road. They planned on being back just before dawn, when their parents would probably awaken.

"Tonyyyyy," Charlotte whined as she walked alongside her older brother, dark hair done up in a pony tail as she kept her arms wrapped around her torso; it looked as if she were shivering, but it was not because of the chill in the late evening air. Even if she was wearing her nicest dress for this ultra-special occasion, it was nearly impossible for them to catch a chill. Their body heat was always higher than a regular persons, but it wasn't like they really knew how to compare because nobody had ever told them this. "What if they wake up and find out we're gone? We'll be in big trouble. Maybe we should go ba--"

"What, Charlotte?" The boy huffed, whirling on his sister with a frown as he placed his hands onto his hips. His hair was overgrown and he had a single cowlick that covered one of his eyes, while his voice had an abrupt Irish tang to it. "You want to go back now? We're already at the road." He added, gesturing towards the moonlit road that winded through the hills. It was the only one for miles, and led straight to the only little town that they knew of. A wry smile pulled at the youth's face, and he pushed his hair out of his eyes as they narrowed towards the nervous girl. "Are you chicken?" He accused, causing Charlotte's eyes to widen and her jaw to drop in dismay. Ian had doubled back towards them by this point, and he had a grin to match his brother's, dropping an arm over Tony's shoulder as he made little 'bock bock bock' sounds to imitate a chicken. 

"No, I am not! Hmph." The girl would soon growl, flicking her hair over her shoulder and sticking her nose into the air as she marched on past her two snickering brothers. They quickly caught up to her, and the three soon eased the tension in the quiet Ireland air with some playful jabber, their anxiety quickly turning into excitement the further they got. It took about a half hour to reach the rather quiet village, for it hadn't even occurred to them that everyone may of been asleep. For some reason, they had all gotten the impression that regular humans stayed up at night and slept during the day. But maybe they had mistaken this knowledge with something else their parents had been going on about; oh well. 

"Huh," Ian mused as they finally got to the hill that overlooked the quiet town, and the kid placed his hands on his hips and pursed his lips. "It's awfully quiet, it is." 

Tony's features were, instead of annoyed or disappointed, alight with wonder. Their eyes could pull in the plentiful light given to them by the full moon to make the village appear as brightly lit as if they had been standing there in broad daylight, so the nighttime did not frighten them as much as it would normal children. It was mostly just the silence that did that. "Come on!" He urged, already trotting down the hillside towards the sleeping village. A little look around wouldn't hurt, right? Ian was right on his tail after that, and although Charlotte hesitated, she followed her too brothers; like hell she was going to be called chicken again. 

The trio were so captivated by drinking in every detail of the village that they didn't really think about the things that could go wrong. Sure, their parents had always said 'stay away from humans' but surely they couldn't be that bad, right? They were probably just like them, in many ways. If they could find some other kids, that would be a wonder as well... they'd never seen any other kids around these parts.They'd wandered along the mostly empty streets of the town, although after a small while, their excitement had deadened considerably. Maybe regular people just slept at night, like they did. 

"This isn't fun at all, Tony. Let's go back." Charlotte complained, stretching her arms high above her head as she walked behind her two brothers. What happened next caused all three of them to jump in alarm, however. A strong hand had swung around from the shadows to grab the girl's wrist, causing a loud squeak to leave her lips and sent her brothers whirling around in surprise. 

A couple men stood there (gone unnoticed from the three teens simply because they hadn't been really paying attention to any danger that may have been around them), the 'leader' having a strong hold on their sister's wrist. "Well hallo there, kiddies." The man slurred, his thick Irish accent mixing in with the massive amount of gin that was evident by his rank breath. "Whatcha' doin' ou' so late to'night?" He inquired, although he was not looking at them so much as running his eyes over Charlotte's fire lit body. The sight sent all three of their hearts sinking down to their stomachs with dread, and Charlotte tried to pull her arm away.

"Excuse me, sir, but please let go." The girl offered as politely as possible, although the man only barked a laugh and pulled her closer to his body, other hand dropping to grab her dress. That was about as polite as Charlotte was going to get, because without even thinking she sent her fist flying into the big man's nose. He grunted but didn't let go, and the two boys only watched for a second as their little sister screamed in pain before they both sprung forward in unison. The other two men stopped to stare in surprise as instead of battering the first with their hands, the two boys sank their teeth into the man's skin (coaxing a scream of pain from him). 

"What the fuck is wrong with them?" One of the men yelped, for it quickly became apparent that these kids were not such easy targets after all. As the firelight hit the boys' eyes, their irises had turned a bright golden color, and their teeth were visibly sharpening as they sank further into the first man's flesh. He had, by now, released their sister and she stumbled back, although all of this excitement had sprung the same reaction upon her as well. The two men quickly turned and fled when they saw their bodies begin to change, screaming about 'demon children' and all that shit. But the damage was done. Because they were still so young and impulsive, the three teens were soon not so much teenagers as three large, albeit scrawny, wolves. They still had the lanky appearance of adolescences but that didn't make them any less frightening, for the boys tore at the man even long after his screams had ceased in the night. All of the commotion had, unfortunately, awoken most of the other townspeople. Charlotte had stood their in her wolf form, eyes wide in shock as she watched her brothers snarl and tear the man to shreds without even knowing what they were doing. It wasn't until a door open and shouts went up that the three fled, running as fast as they could from the town and down the road and they were at their home within' ten minutes of relentless running. By then, their blood lust had died down, and when they finally skidded to a halt, Ian and Tony stared at each other in horror. Their muzzles and chests were bathed in human blood, and they could still taste the man and hear the man and see the man as the life ebbed from his body, although unable to stop. The two had quickly turned back into humans and puked until there was nothing left to puke, while their sister sat by with her arms around her legs and her chin atop her knees, staring off at the ocean with blank eyes.

That marked the end of their first encounter with humans.  



After that, the Eyolf family was forced to move from their little Ireland moor home. Their parents were furious, but they knew that sooner or later, it was going to happen. They packed up all their belongings and after that, the next couple years composed of a lot of moving. Charlotte and Ian never wished to venture into another human town after what happened that one night, but Tony was, of course, a much different story. To his father and mother's exasperation, the young Werewolf would always sneak off on his lonesome to venture into every new town they came upon, and none of his expeditions ever ended as badly as that first one did. He grew more and more clever and adept at speaking with normal people, and as much as his parents attempted to prevent him from going, after the first year and no incidents occurred, they decided to let it slide from there. It wasn't until Tony was sixteen that they had another accident, caused by him of course, and they were forced to move away from Ireland entirely. By this point, the triplets knew how to control their powers to a certain medium that their parents thought it would be acceptable to move somewhere with a little bit more human activity. They were not confident enough to move to America, but Tony spent the next few years hopping from Scotland, to Britain, to France, and Germany... all over Europe. By the time he was eighteen, he was fluent in several different languages. 



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Theme(s):

Impossible (James Arthur)


Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf) - Awolnation


"I'ma make a deal with the bad wolf, so the bad wolf don't bite no more."