Verando Refrence

Name: Verando Andre' Gage (Later, he changed it to Andrew)

Nickname: Rando, Randy, Andrew, Ranran

Age: Permantly frozen at 19 but right now, is 25

Height: 6'2

Build: Muscular and tone. Because of this, he has to work out 4 times a week to keep up with his inner wolf

Hair: Greyish, darkens in winter, lightens in summer. Usually stays a darker grey as he get's older and matures.

Addons: Has a skull tounge stud and 2 hoops on his left ear. Sometimes has a lip ring when he feels like piearcing it.

Scars:
4 lines across his shoulder- attacked by Kavanza on an already weakened shoulder which was the result of a genetic defect. He was born with a weak shoulder and it often comes out of place though he's recently had surgery to fix it.
4 lines across his back- Kavanza again, result of a fight
Bite mark on right bicept and left leg- Being held down while he was turned
Bitemark on inside of left hand- Bitemark that turned him

Children: A lot xD Um, the ones that I own. Shimmer, Legardo, Skylar and Rowan.

Mother: Envari
Father: Kavanza Andre' Gage
Mentor: Marcus( deceased) / Mercia
Mate: Lumara ( )
Siblings: Temptrist, Shellshock and multipul others

Personality:
Verando is a very diffrent kind of person. Usually, he is rather polite and quiet, preferring to nodd and carry on than actually speak, he avoids talking if he can. Verando is orginally from England so he does have an English accent though he can and does hide it unless he's comfortable with you. Verando doesn't like to talk about himself, it really bothers him to speak of his past since a lot of it he doesn't remember and tries to forget. Though if asked he will tell you what you want to know to the best of his ability, Verando is good at casually changing the subject so he is never talked about.
Verando can be very manipulative if he feels the need to be. When his mind is set, he's stubborn and usually his opinions will never change. Once he doesn't like you, it becomes rather obvious and he can get rather spiteful and unplesant. Usually, Verando is a very forgiving person though. It takes him a week or two to get over things but once he's over them, he's over it and all is forgiven. Not one to hold a grudge, Verando simpley doesn't have it in him to be mad for long periods of time. Due to being half wolf, he does have a temper and he's become good at hiding it though sometimes, it does come out. Very rarely though.
Verando can be rather hormonal due to his wolf side. He doesn't like to be surprised and new scents can give him exstreme headaches. He's horribley repulced by oranges, he basically can't get within 4 feet of them before he starts to gag. Due to his unpredictable behavior, Verando likes to be by himself and it's hard for him to be around people and open up to them. Though he does hang around with friends in public to keep up appearances, he's mostly the wall flower who reads and nodds while you blabber on. He's the type of person you can talk to and he'll listen to the best of his ability.
His biggest problem is zoning out. Verando has a very short attention span. If you want to keep him, your going to have to be very spontanious and not ramble on. He doesn't do it to be cruel or because your boring, he honestly can't help the fact he will simply shut off and tone you out. He can you hear you though, and does remember what you say but only for the purposes of repeating it back, not because he remembers the meaning of the words. You can tell he's zoned out because his gaze will shift from looking at you to looking into the distance and blinking will cease since he doesn't really need to blink as often as humans. All you have to do is simpley nudge him a little and he'll come back to reality or tickle him. Verando is /exstremely/ ticklish on his sides and will run away before he allows you to tickle him. He can't stand it and it's a good way to get on his bad side if your looking to annoy him.

History:
This is going to be pretty shortened.
(told from 1st person point of view)

I don't remember much of my childhood, it's just a blurry fog that I try not to look back on or even allow people to know it exsisted. If you ask me, I didn't have a child hood, my life started at age 19, that's all that really feels real to me anyways... but I suppose I can tread back once more to those lonely days in England, when I was so ignorant and blissfully unaware that my future had already been decided for me.
The first few years of my life had been the only normal years of my exsistance. I lived a normal toddler with my normal mother in a normal house and had normal friends. I never noticed anything new about myself until I hit age 5. Things began to just go down hill from there and fast. It was at this time, I noticed I was diffrent. I looked like an 8 year old, not a 5 year old. I had traded my lean, almost scrawny toddler body for this new, larger and stronger form that I could tell scared my mother. I had become very restless, the rebellion had set in. At times, I was a perfect angel and obedient, other times I was destructive and incontainable.
In class, I could easily humble any bully and so I did. Even kids who had done nothing to me, I felt the need to show them I could still win if I had to. My intrests shifted from tortureing my classmates to tortureing the upper classmen, by the time I was in 3rd grade, I'd been exspelled twice. My mother didn't know what to do with me and I didn't care. My mind was to advanced for my classes, I learned to fast and there for I was bored. This torture went on till I was in the 9th grade, I just gradually got worse and worse.
At the age of 14, I suppose I thought it was cool to pretend I was a badass. Piearced lips, piearced ears, piearced eyebrow, piearce tounge. I remember once I even wore a barbed wire bracelet for a week, only taking it off because it looked pretty disgusting after a week of snagging on things. I thought it made an awesome battle scar, my principle and peers thought diffrent. This is when everything changed again, this is when I met Marcus. Marcus, my adoptive father. Now, granted he did come around a lot before then, he was always in the background, for as long as I remebered. My mother never spoke to him, he was just there, staring at me and smiling. I ignored him to the best of my ability, never challanging him. My instincts told me that was a fight I would not win and how right I was.
Marcus took me away when I graduated 9th grade. It didn't suprise me when he announced my mother had given me to him, well... maybe it did but that's beside the point. I knew she didn't want me anymore. Living with Marcus had not changed my views on life, if anything it made my strange instincts worse and I began to fight more often. Living with someone so cold and unloving had really had a bad affect on me, it was like living with a brick. He just watched me, like he knew he couldn't get to close. It was strange how I got into less trouble around the tall spanish man. No matter how much I fought, no matter the deadly situation, I got out of it alive. It was more than I wanted, a part of me kept fighting because it was hoping this life would end soon.
I began to resort to drugs to solve my problems, drugs and women and alcohol. It was a very weak moment in my life, Marcus wasn't there for me to use as a ledge to keep myself from falling, he let me fall and just smiled at me as kindly as he could. I don't really know how many women I'd been with from age 15-19. I just know it was a lot. Looks stopped mattering to me, I just needed to satisfy this unresistable need.
At age 19, I died.


Well, not exsactly died, I consider it dieing though. I was never the same. I had come home late again, it was 5 in the morning and I remember being drunk off my ass. Marcus was just waiting patiently, reading. I had had enough of his crap, the fact he didn't care, the fact I'd left and come back a zillion times and each time he just smiled like he knew I was going to come back. I looked at him now, leaning on the wall to stand straight, he glanced up at me and grinned. "Good morning sunshine." he said with a small laugh. "So fucking good about it?" I slurred, not caring for language around him. He didn't care either, he just laughed. "Well you've come home, that's a start. Most parents worry when kids are gone for 3 days."he said and shrugged. I glared at him now, "Your not my parent for.... one! An-And I'm not a child." I growled, I must of sounded like such an idiot to Marcus's great mind. I wonder why he even put up with me. "Ya know, all you do is sit on your ass and grin at me like some.... stupid coward!" I yelled, searching for words in my challanged vocabulary. I didn't care if they made sence, I began to simpley just cuss him out. It lasted half an hour, me just screaming at him and calling him every name under the sun that I could think of. He didn't respond or say a word, he just kept reading until I was done, then he got up. I was ready for a fight but was shocked when the vice like hand was on my throat, pinning me against the wall, my feet raised off the ground. Marcus wasn't smiling. "You're making this harder than it needs to be Verando." he said slowly. I glared at him, gripping his hand as it cut off my air supply. I could see my reflection in his deep blue eyes, it was a horrifying sight. "Just end it then, make your life easier." I snapped. He smirked a little, "I have a better idea.. I think your ready." he said and dropped me. I fell to ground, rubbing my throat and gasping for air. "Ready for what?!" I gasped in annoyance. He just laughed again, "To fullfill your destiny Verando. Your father has grown rather inpatient you know... " now a look of sorrow crossed his face, I'll never forget it. He sighed, "Just.... know this is for the best." and then I was out cold.

When I awoke, the day of my 19th birthday, I was strapped to a table in immense pain. My left knee was crushed and bleeding, right arm covered in blood, I could just make out the lines of a bitemark. The fuck had that big of a mouth?! I struggled against the braces, useless. Where the hell was I? It was then that I noticed my company. 4 wolves, one a rusty color with black paws and deep blue eyes. The other creme color with brown markings, a pure white wolf with blue eyes and a pink nose. And then, lastly, a huge deep brown wolf, his eyes burning yellow. I flinched away from the gazes. What happened next happened so fast, a man entered the room, a box in his hand, setting it on the table and opening it to take out a large fang, dripping with a thick purple substance. The white wolf grinned, I noticed by his toothy smile he was missing a fang. Grasping my hand in a grip I was sure would crush my palm, he took the fang and began stabing it into my skin, carving out a crude bitemark. The pain intensifying with each stab, a strange heat began from the wound and made it's way thorough my body. Hotter and hotter, it felt like I was being hurtled into the sun as the heat grew. My heart was racing, doing double time just to keep up. I could hear my own screams echoing off the walls of the room I was being held in, it was then that a new pain began. With loud cracks, my bones began to break and reform. Jerking spazims ran through my body and it got to the point where everything was just starting to go black. "He's not going to make it." the brown wolf snarled. The rusty colored wolf growled, "Yes he will, the kid's got heart. He'll be fine... " he assured. The white wolf glared, "For your sake he better be. I've invested to much time into this kid as it is. Envari better have an explanation for how long this has taken." he snarled.

I could feel darkness closing in, black rolling into my sight. I felt my eyes wanting to roll back, not wanting to stay straight and focus. I was shaking violently, my heartbeat slowing to just a few studdering throbs. All eyes turned to the rusty colored wolf and he pinned his ears back, "Come on kid, you give up and your just proving they're all right and they are better than you." He snapped. "Fight it you coward!" he yelled. That got me angry, good thing Marcus knew about my bad temper. My eyes shot open and suddenly, everything was very clear. Everything looked diffrent, like someone had just taken a film off my eyes. My hands formed into fists and I clentched my teeth. "What... did you just call me?" I snapped, glaring at him. A loud pounding echoed in my ears, I relized it was my heart only, not as urgent, like it'd evened out. A ripping snarl echoed threw the room, my mind went blank as I broke my arm free from the braces, moments later, I was no longer myself. A large grey wolf stood where I had been, stumbling and shaking on the table. I collasped and fell off. My massive paws tripping me, I was hardly able to see straight. Everything spun as I slowly stood up and heard a collective gasp. Next thing I knew, everyone was bowing save for the white wolf who's grin scared me more than anything else that had just accurred.

Ungraceful and lanky, I was practactly carried out of the room and placed in a new one with a bed. There I fell asleep and was informed I had slept for 4 days. Everything was diffrent now, I was human, naked as I laid on my bed. It was weird not having clothes but then again, I felt very comfortable as i wondered around the room. Listening with this new super sensitive hearing, taking in all the new smells and sights. It was then that I saw my reflection, I looked like freakin body builder. New, heavy muscules rippled over my body. My pale skin had turned a sunkissed tan and my black hair had turned light grey. Mocca eyes had turned a dazzling blue. My hand touched the mirror, the man looking back at me looked so... loving? I couldn't describe that first look at myself, I just knew that with this person, I could be safe. Behind my eyes I could almost see the ferral inner wolf. I looked ferral. With my messy hair, jerky movements and darting eyes, I looked wild. It suited me with my mood swings. Again I found myself unable to have enough of women, the second I was released, I found a woman named Secret and she became my sex toy. Her and 4 other women who gladdly took the abuse of my moodswings just to claim me as theirs.

I could go from making out and stripping off my clothes to pissed off and trying to kill the girl I was with, to bawlling my eyes out with appologies to being jealous of the girl who I now thought was cheating on me then crying again. This went on like this till I was 21, then the control set in and I could function. Marcus became my father, I went to him for everything and life was good. I loved him I must confess, the battle scarred spanish man never let me down, even when i thought he didn't care about me in my faded human years, I knew it was him who kept me alive. Marcus trained me, he made me into a person I was proud to be. He made me into who I am today and turned me into a functioning memeber, I suppose back then he wasn't letting me fall... just letting me relize how much I needed him. My life was perfect from here till i was 23, I died again.

The day after my 23rd birthday, Marcus was captured by the anthros. I don't wish to talk about this, the pain to intense. Two weeks later, I was informed he was dead. A month later, an Anthro wearing his pelt came to collect me. I don't remember what I did to that guy, blinded by tears, I only remember 6 wolves holding me back while they cleaned up what was left of him. After Marcus's death, I was handed off to Mercia. I loved her too but she was to fake for me to really enjoy being around. I met a cat demon named Eevee and was engaged to her 4 times before I finally ended it, unable to hurt her anymore. I had only wanted her for sex and once I relized how badly she loved me, I couldn't bear it anymore.

I remarried twice after that then swore off women forever. I suppose, now, I'm just waiting for all these children from my flings to come looking for /daddy/.

Right now, I am currently engaged to a woman who has been more accepting of me than I am. Accepting my way of life is one thing but loving me as she does is something that will never cease to confuse me. I'm hers till she sends me away or till death do us part


Time taken: 3 days
Layers: 91
Refrences:
Naked man- a photo on google
Hand- traced, sorry, I can't draw hands ><
Bottom pose: [link] human stock&order=9&offset=24#/d1qutgz
Large wolf: [link]
Snarling wolf: HEAVILY refrenced
Howling wolf: Image on google somewhere