Peter Hale (
sassiopath) wrote2013-01-21 06:28 pm
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Application: Beyond the Rift
About You - The Player
Name: Will
Age: 40
Contact: takesafterhim àaim or mythotica à plurk
Past Role Playing Experience: Currently at Teleios, as well as on memes at bakerstreet. I have been playing in PSLs and nexus/dressing rooms on Dreamwidth and Livejournal since 2005. Before that I spent three years in text based mu**s
New Players (completely optional), if you'd like tell us how you found BTR: Through Christina!
The Character
Name: Peter Hale
Age/Birthdate: 32. September 24th
Species: Wanderer
*Type: Werewolf
Canon: Teen Wolf
*Pre-existing powers:
Peter is a born wolf, not one created by a bite. With that comes several advantages and abilities that are general to most that are born to being a werewolf. While all of his senses are heightened at a level beyond the average human, two of his senses are more advanced than the other. His hearing is detailed enough he can hear the change in heartbeat enough to know if a person is lying, or scent traces of deadly herbs on the air, or even infection/disease in a person.
The werewolf ability also allows for enhanced strength and speed, both of which are available to him without shifting. As a regular werewolf he has the ability to partially shift, which includes ears elongating, as well as canines. His nails becomes claws and there is a noticeable difference in facial structure and hair growth.
Wolves, at least of the Hale line, have the ability to take pain from others through touch transference and may well connect with their ability to make memory transference as well. The pain can be done through simple touch, and it is seen in the werewolf by the pain coming up into their skin through black lines and dispersing into the body. The memory transference is done through a claw to the back of the neck, pricking the skin and likely connecting into the cerebral cortex at that point.
*Rift Change, if applicable:
So here goes: In Peter's own world, for an alpha wolf to truly obtain his full alpha powers and status, he needs to have three beta wolves beneath him. Their power and strength bolster his own.
Peter's rift change will be that he is once more alpha though with a twist. Instead of needing to turn new beta wolves, acting as alpha over them, he is able to absorb a single trait or ability from a person for a period of thirty days from the time of absorption. He would have use of that ability and it would bolster his own strengths and abilities, just as the betas of his world can do. Yet it has the downside of him having all the negativity of it as well. This is especially crucial when he takes on traits and not abilities. They may well conflict with his own personality, causing a crisis of identity, or even altering the man he is personalitywise in small and subtle ways.
The maximum of these that he can have at any given time is three abilities/traits, with any new ability absorbed "knocking off" the oldest he has obtained. His use/being affected by said trait/ability can last no more than a month at a time, and each time he reabsorbs the same ability/trait it won't offer the same potency as before. Not without a few month break in between.
Now each trait/ability will affect his own nature the same as betas in Peter's world did. Therefor the more comfortable with the skill/ability he is, the more it will bolster his own abilities and strength, and the more of them he has to that maximum of three, the more he is brought to that alpha state. This would allow him a more full shift to the hulking wolf man form he obtained before being turned into a bonfire yet again, as well as the heightened strength and senses that come with the alpha state.
When he first arrives, Peter won't realize this is happening and, for the most part, he has no control over what is going on. With time he'll come to realize what is happening and have some control over such things as how much time he spends with a person to try and obtain a specific trait or ability, or avoiding contact to not lose one with the opposite side of the coin being trying to force contact to either obtain something he wants or get rid of a trait he finds bothersome.
As for how this will be handled OOC, I will put a sticky post on his journal keeping track of which abilities/traits he currently has and leave it as a running tally to know which he has had most recent and how often. This will also be open to players offering up their muses for
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Played By: Will
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Appearance:

5'10". Fit and trim but not overly built, with a well-trimmed goatee that doesn't make him look like a villain, thank you. Short cut dark hair and blue eyes. He tends towards being casually well dressed, and certainly well put together, with a care for fashion and his appearance.
When he is in full alpha mode but not fully shifted, his eyes are red and he has elongated canines and sharpened, narrow teeth, as well as pointed ears, as well as excessive facial hair, beyond the aforementioned goatee.

In full alpha form, he is the typical idea of the wolf man, tall and hulking with extraordinary strength and power, yet not inflammable.

Personality:
As a youth Peter was an athlete and a jock, competitive and determined. It was something that carried over into the man he became, often betting with his brother about the strength of the young of their family, as well as being seen as a bit of a joker and a prankster. These are traits that haven't change for Peter despite the way his personality has twisted in the last decade.
Peter Hale is quick to smile, for better or worse, and often it comes with a quip and sarcasm with jokes often made at the expense of the person he aims that razor sharp wit at. Yet he was as a devoted family man, helping to raise and care for the children of the Hale family and raise them into the pack structure and lifestyle, while helping them to find control for their abilities as born werewolves.
So much changed when Peter lost his family though. While he is still quick with a joke or a smile, there is now a much sharper edge to his words now. Not nearly as sharp as his actions though. While he often turns to words first, they aren't the only weapon in his arsenal anymore. Especially not where his emotions are concerned.
Six years of remembering and listening to screams of the dead echoing in his head has left Peter's mind twisted. His actions are that of a psychopath, guided by emotion and desire and without the moral compass of the man he had once been. Violence is second nature to him, a standard go to when other means of communication don't work.
Despite how he makes appearances to be a better man, Peter accepts this part of his nature. In truth, he embraces it, willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. People get hurt and acting as the gentleman and tender creature isn't going to stop that. Peter sees this now and works hard to ensure the person hurt isn't himself.
History: N/A
Events:

Each year, on the wolf moon, the Hale family came together to celebrate and welcome the appropriately aged members younger generation into adulthood. Peter, trickster and competitive uncle, was in residence for several reasons. One to help look over the younger wolves, those without control over their shift, during the height of the full moon, as well as to see who might be bested as they came of age: His brother's son, Derek, or the boy's cousin who was the same age.
No one knew of the hunters in the area, or that one of them had infiltrated the family already. By the time the fire began, spreading rapidly through the secured basement, those without control were already bound for their protection and the others were gathered as part of the moon.

Peter tried desperately to free his family but found the door barred against his strength, and the rest of the basement was designed to withstand the rage of a wolf at the full moon.
Outside the window he could see someone, and he begged for them to let them out. Around him he could hear the pleas of his family, the screams of the children, and the near whispering crackle of the fire as it devoured everyone and everything within the basement.
In a last desperate attempt to save the family, Peter was finally able to wrestle the door open but it was too late. By the time help arrived, all but two missing members of his family lay dead in the charred ruins of the basement. Peter himself was burned over the majority of his body, barely alive where he lay passed out on the stairs.
Peter survived the fire meant to kill him, but all that he had been before the fire had been destroyed. The family he relied on was dead, yet they lived on in his head.
Laying there first in a hospital bed, and then in the convalescent home where he was moved when it became obvious to the medical staff that his mind was in no better shape than his body. Except they underestimated the healing abilities of a man possessed with a need for revenge.
Each day Peter worked on healing himself, one cell at a time. Yet whereas his body healed, those years trapped in his own mind took their toll. Locked away with nothing but memories haunting him.
As he sat there, skin scarred and his body twisted with the puckered pull of deadened flesh, Peter's mind recalled that night time and again. Fire singing his skin, burning deep through tissue and muscle until it was easy to ignore. Even as his face seemed to melt, the heat enough to make his very eyeballs feel as if the fluid inside them was boiling, it had not been his own pain that drove him through the flames.
It was the screams that echoed through his mind during those years he was trapped. He could hear each voice, picking one out from the other. Human children who thought nothing of werewolves in their family, even if they didn't so much as whisper a word of it to others. The cousin that was just Derek's age and coming of age. Voices begging, screaming, and then all of them falling silent even before Peter fell into the momentary bliss of unconsciousness.
Yet over and above those voices came something else. A voice of his own. One that demanded revenge. An insidious voice that twisted into his mind, warping his morals and thoughts as dark and warped as his flesh was. The only thing that held back the voices was thoughts of just what he would do when he found the hunters responsible. Solace came not with medication and the slow healing that he controlled with force of will. Solace from the voices came from the knowledge that Peter would not rest until he had killed all that had taken his family from him.

Recovery was the first step to what Peter desired. The second came at a price. Not just that of his own sanity, but to those around him.
In seeking out the hunters responsible, Peter killed his own niece to obtain the family legacy of alpha that had passed on to her. Having gained what he needed from her, he left her body to be found by another group of hunters.
He also turned a teenage boy against his will in bid for the full power of the mantle of alpha that he had stolen from his niece, and then tried to force his compliance as a beta member of his pack.
Years of pain, emotional, mental and physical, robbed Peter of his moral compass. Instead he is a man of great emotional capability, yet no rudder to keep him on course through what most consider common courtesies and morals. Nothing stood in the way of finding out who had been responsible for the Hale fire.
Using the power of the alpha mantle, he murdered people, tortured others, and ensured that most of the town of Beacon Hills feared the night for those things that went bump were doing a lot more than creeping in the shadows.
As he cut a swath of terror through the town, not caring who he hurt in the process, Peter also made himself a target, both to the hunters as well as to his nephew and those that banded together through their knowledge of the supernatural in their town as well as a desire to survive.
Neither group was quick enough to stop Peter from exacting his revenge. Finally face to face with a fellow psychopath, the woman that had seduced his nephew and watched and listened as nearly the entire Hale line were burned alive, Peter found himself at the culmination of years of plotting.
Hand to her throat, he demanded she apologize to her niece, to a child much the same age that Derek was when Kate swept into his life and destroyed his family. Her words weren't enough and he ripped out her throat as her niece watched.
Satisfaction was short lived as those hunting him down took his life. Yet when his plans extended beyond the grave and allowed for him to return, that satisfaction seems to have brought a peace over him. Calmer than he was before that moment within the home where his family died, Peter is no less sane than he was before. A rather dapper psychopath who is not above using others to get what he wants, unwilling to forgive hunters for what happened to his family, and unwilling to see what he does as wrong. Six years of imprisonment in his own mind took their toll and firmly planted his feet on the emotional path he is on.
Writing Sample:
Standing before the burned out shell of his family home, Peter swallowed hard against the rage that rose in him like bile, burning and sharp and acidic. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the shell of his home, nor had it truly fallen further into disrepair since then, but it still made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
Certainly there was nothing two children could do to fix what had been taken from them. Rebuilding would not have fixed the true horror of what had happened. That didn't stop Peter from wanting to shake Derek violently and demand to know how his family could mean so little to him. Even if deep down he knew they meant everything to him. For all that had led Peter to hunt Kate and rip out her throat, he knew that Derek kept the house as it was for those same reasons.
The steps creaked as they fought to bear his weight, and the time was coming that they would sooner collapse than allow for entrance through the main door. Eventually the city would do more than declare it uninhabitable and Peter knew that even with the insider to the sheriff's office they had with Stilinski there would come a time when there was little they could do to save the house; maybe not even the property. Especially if Derek didn't come to realize that not everyone reacted submissively to his heavy hand and dark glower. Violence had its place, but not in every situation.
Laughing softly to himself at that thought, Peter stepped inside. The squeak of the hinges door covered the sounds he made, pausing to carefully close the door behind him.
Floorboards remained strewn over the floor where Lydia had opened his grave, the dirt already beginning to turn the same dust grey that tinged most of the place. Only two days before Peter had been a gnarled and twisted corpse within the gaping hole he skirted. Only two days before he had been dead.
Swallowing those thoughts, he moved not for the stairs to the basement, nor the room that had once been his within his family home. Instead he made his way to the master bedroom, pausing at the door.
Mouse droppings littered the floor, the wallpaper faded so that the pattern was unknown and the coloring nearly blended with the wainscoting. The last time he had been in this room, his brother and he had jokingly fought over the children, arguing whether Derek would best his cousin or not. Now they were dead, and Derek was desperately trying to acclimate to a place that had never been meant to be his. Just as Peter had never been meant to be alpha either.
"The worst part," he muttered, leaning against the door frame, trying to ignore the way dust smudged his sleeve. "Is that she's dead and you would be pissed at me if you were here."
A heavy sigh disturbed a cobweb by his face, the small, brown spider that had spent so much time working on the gossamer web scurrying away.
"I won't apologize though. Not even for Laura. All she had to do was agree," he said, voice hardening in that moment even as his eyes narrowed. "I'm only sorry I didn't make her suffer more."
His words echoed in the room, Peter's head tilting slightly to one side as if listening for something that wasn't there.
"Even without her though, he'll make it. Maybe." He had no plans to kill his nephew as he had the boy's sister but things had a way of changing. "If he stops turning emotionally stunted teenagers and toying with hunters instead of killing them."
The creak of the door reached him and Peter pushed away from the door frame.
"And if he doesn't, then I'll have to reconsider my stance on alpha."
He didn't want it. He hadn't ever had the desire. That didn't mean he was going to let Derek run the family into the ground either. Even if they were the only two Hales remaining.