Josaiah - Caedesque

[Warrior Josaiah]

- Name: Josaiah Sanchez


- Gender: Male


- Age: 213


- Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


- Requested Pack: Caedesque


- Requested Rank: Doctor


- Appearance:
Josaiah is anything but a small man, in fact even as a child he was large for his age. The man has a large build and broad shoulders so intimidating isn't a hard thing for him. Some might even say he was built for a life of fighting. In his human form he stands at around 6'3” so finding nice clothes to wear is hard for him. He can't afford to be going out and buying tailored clothes. So he sticks to second hand stores he knows that have clothes in his size. Typically nothing more than jeans and old band T-shirts. In his wolf form he stands at a towering 9'8” and like in his human form he is very well built for fighting. His eye color remains the same, dark piercing brown, as he has in his human form and his black fur helps him to easily blend into the shadows where he likes to hide.

- Face Claim:  Sage Brocklebank


- Human Photo:

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- Wolf Photo:

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- Joining Keys: - Keys have been removed ~ Ze Evil Alphess


- How Did You Find Us?: old old old member way back when.


- History:
Josaiah was born as an only child. Or at least that's all he knows since he was left on the stoop of the orphanage.He knew nothing about his parents or the truth about what it was he was. Most of the kids kept their distance from him thinking that he was weird because of his abnormal heightened senses.Because he felt estranged from others he often ran away from the orphanage, finding refuge in the solitude. During this time he began to experiment with many things, from poisons, to physical torture of small animals. At first no one seem to notice the strange disappearances of the pets around the orphanage. In fact it seemed like none of them had ever made the connection that it was because of him. Even when he was caught for running away from the orphanage did not stop his experimenting, if anything he became more secretive and cunning preforming daunting things to the other boys.

Due to fear none of them spoke out against him knowing that he would keep the promise he always made to them to do very horrible things to them. By the time he reached maturity he began to notice a change in his body. He wasn't entirely sure what it was or if many of the other boys were going through the same thing he was. At the time of his shift he realized that this couldn't be normal, that the other boys hadn't gone through it. If they had he would have notice something sooner. Despite the facts, Josaiah was proud to be what he was, to be different and not some weak creature that depended solely on its brain capacity. He enjoyed that instinctual need to kill and hunt.

There were many times he was taken into the home of a foster family, it confused the staff greatly that he was brought back every time. With little to no explanation as to why. As he grew older Josaiah became with more psychological games with many of the younger boys. Turning them on one another or convincing them to do things they wouldn't normally do which at times had led to serious injury. It didn't matter to him any, as far as he was concerned it was all in the name of good fun, some cheap entertainment. Besides what else was there for a lone wereling to do in an orphanage?  By the time his eighteenth birthday swung around he was no where to be seen at the orphanage for he had once again run away not once bothering to look back. It didn't matter how many times he had run away before, at the present time the world had seemed a vast and curious place. A place he could poke at all the dark corners and get a real taste of what he wanted. The taste of what true darkness was.

Though he hadn't really finished high school due to some forged documents he found his way into a doctoral program. Unlike in his young he found his way about keeping people more at ease simpler, until he wanted them to become uncomfortable and frightened. Josaiah spent twelve years at the hospital. Unbeknowest to the staff that he was killing and toying with many of patients. It was only because he carefully monitored the common death count of the hospital that he was never caught for misconduct. Than one day upon working in the trauma unit he treated a man that had a rather peculiar scent to him. A scent he hadn't smelled before on any patient or person he had come across. As it turns out that man was another wereling and the man had pointed out to him just what it was he truly was.Not that he cared to know but at least than he now had an word to describe to himself as to what he was.

For a time he had kept the guy around, playing with his head and learning what he could from him. When he finally got bored and felt he had learned all he could from him he promptly had one final bit of fun with the man that had ended that man's life. Though the man had told him of one interesting fact that made him look at  a neighboring city in a new light. There were supposed packs hidden there, packs he had never been aware of and probably wouldn't have noticed for a great time yet if not for the man. Other than his job at the hospital, which didn't really hold his interest much, Josaiah turned his attention to the city and finding out what all the interest was in these so called packs.

- Example Writing:
Josaiah slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked around, the smell of damn earth and leaf mold hanging faintly in the air. Over head the sun shone down from a clear blue sky, penetrating through the branches over head. The lack of foliage allowing the sun to reach all the way down to the forest floor below. He let out a soft snort as he continued to slowly and quietly walk through the trees. God he hated clear, sunny, beautiful days, it was enough to make anyone sick. He'd take an overcast stormy day anytime of the year. In fact the hint of rain and the sound of threatening thunder was but only a few things he enjoyed in life anymore.

As he walked lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the scent that drifted past his nose on the soft breeze. A faint smile past across his lips. “What this than, a bit a prey wandering around all alone?” Gaius growled. Josaiah couldn't help but smirk at his inner wolf's commentary, he could already feel a bit of excitement boiling up inside of him to have a bit of warm fresh blood in his mouth. Turning on his heel he adjusted his course, walking in their direction as if it had been his planned course the whole time.  It didn't take long before he spotted the lone backer seated on a boulder relaxing and drinking from a Dasani water bottle. The woman sat there looking mindlessly out into the trees, not even aware that she was being watched. Josaiah slowly made his way down to the small trail on which the woman was clear traversing. The woman didn't notice him until he stepped out of the trees to her right, causing her to jump in surprise.

He gave her a genuine smile tilting his head slightly “a lovely day for a walk isn't it?” A smile bloomed across the woman's face as she placed a hand against her chest, as if the simple action alone would slow her heart, “yeah it is.” Turning from her he looked up towards the sloping tree covered hills. Though it many probably admired such a view his attention was purely on the woman who now seemed totally put off by him. Josaiah faintly frowned as he slowly turned back to the woman. Down the trail a man came walking towards them a hand raised in greeting. He raised a brow curiously as the man joined them a smile on his face as the woman got up off the boulder. “About time slow poke, I'm telling you its the fat,” the woman teased poking the man in the stomach. The man scowled at her and gave him a long studying glance, longer than he cared for.

“Did I really take so long that you had to replace me as a hiking buddy?” he growled looking at her. “Oh for Christ sake's, lets just slit this mewling little pups throat now and be done with it,” Gaius growled. He said nothing watching the pair as they talked. After a long moment the woman rolled her eyes at her companion and headed past him “god you're such a whinny child sometimes!” As the man started after her he let the small scalpel slide down into his palm. When the man was mostly past him  his arm flashed out and jabbed the man in the side of the neck with the small blade. The blade was so sharp that the man didn't even seem to notice  at first.

Josaiah corked an eyebrow faintly smiling as the man stumbled a bit turning a bit pale. “You're still dragging you feet!” she called stopping to glare back at her friend. The shocked expression that crossed her face was just as shocked as the  man's as he reached up and  touched the blood running down his neck.“Did you know that an adult body contains approximately four to five liters of blood?” Josaiah murmured holding up the scalpel, “and that the heart pumps at several liters per minute. Its a rather interesting fact to know that when one if bleeding in such a manner that it will take only a few minutes.” The man looked up from his hand at him seeming to not understand for the longest time. With his legs no longer able to support his weight the man collapsed. Josaiah looked at the woman and gave that genuine smile once again “now how would you like to proceed with this?”His smile only broadened as the woman turned and bolted down the path like a frightened rabbit. “I was hoping you would agree,” Josaiah chuckled stepping over the man.

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