MOORE;; greyson cade

greyson cade moore

• hungry like the wolf ~ duran duran •

•• USERNAME ;; nyx
•• GENDER ;; female
•• AGE ;; 17.5
•• CONTACT ;; PM or AIM at LittleDhampirNyx
•• EXPERIENCE ;; uh….not sure
•• PASSWORD ;; edited.
•• OTHER CHARACTERS ;;
~ vladimir dracula tepes
~ declan grey redington
~ dante adalfieri vicenzo (wip)
~ anasztázia freyja macnamara
~ mabh ailbhe ceannaideach
~ bronwyn olympia pfeiffer
~ lilia anne letha dragovich
~ seraphina gwyn cambell (wip)

•• FULL NAME ;; greyson cade moore
•• NICKNAME ;; grey, cade
•• AGE ;; thirty
•• BIRTHDAY ;; august 10th
•• GENDER ;; male
•• SEXUALITY ;; heterosexual
•• PROFESSION ;; lawyer
•• SPECIES ;; hellhound
•• ABILITY ;; animorph

•• PLAYBY ;; joe manganiello
•• ETHNICITY ;;
•• COMPLEXION ;; tan
•• HEIGHT ;; 6’5”
•• WEIGHT ;; 221 lbs.
•• BODY TYPE ;; muscular, tall
•• HAIR COLOR ;; brown
•• EYE COLOR ;; brown
•• SCARS ;; a few but none really of note
•• BODY ART ;; n/a

•• OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ;;

Greyson stands tall even for the average man at six foot five inches and ever inch is covered in dense muscle that actually is put to use regularly. His weight is slightly high however none of the weight comes from fat but from muscles instead, which is denser and heavier than fat anyways. His skin is a deep tan tone and his eyes and hair are both darker browns. There are a few scars littered along his form, however none of any importance really, merely the kind of scars that boys get when they fool around as children. When working he wears suits and for some social functions tuxedos however when he’s at home or relaxing he often will wear flannel shirts and jeans. Then of course there are those times when he must strip down to his birthday suit so as to run as a hound without shredding his clothing to bits.

As a hellhound he becomes a canine much like an Irish wolfhound deposed with an actual wolf however if anything a rather large specimen of either species. His fur is a pure glossy black with splashes of white at his paws and a line of it along his head. The teeth alone could be something that scares most humans away in this form. His eyes when he is like this are a surprisingly light blue color however, almost like an icy blue and have surprising depth, much different than his human eye color. When the wolf/hound is close to the surface his eyes may shift alone at times, those would be good times to back off or possibly run like hell.

•• STRENGTHS ;;
- the law
- debate
- manual labor
- intimidating others
- protecting others
- strength
- his height, can come in handy
- getting answers
- can twist the truth pretty well
- providing for himself
- smart
- tracking
- good at hiding his hellhound form
- finding things
•• WEAKNESSES ;;
- can rush into things now and then
- women (temptation)
- his anger, quick to anger
- deep dish pizza (temptation)
- is very protective, can be a downside, can be overprotective
- impatient
- gets urges to run as a hellhound
- often is stuck in his ways and how he wants to do things
- territorial
•• LIKES ;;
- nighttime
- the woods
- the moon
- fire / warmth
- swimming
- women
- hunting esp. as a hound
- deep dish pizza
- running
- being a hellhound
- working with his hands
- being alone at times, but not entirely
- his job
•• DISLIKES ;;
- betrayal
- cheaters
- being stuck as a human for overly long amounts of time
- stupid people
- slow people
- burnt food
- laziness
•• AMBITIONS ;;
- keep his ‘pack’ safe / possibly move them to a safe country
- to keep his second nature hidden
- maybe settle down with someone some day
•• FEARS ;;
- death
- being found out by the US / hunters
- not being able to protect the others of his ‘pack’ type situation
•• SECRETS ;;
- he has a sister who went missing
- he is a hellhound, to many because the US is a hunter country

•• PERSONALITY ;;

Greyson definitely has a rather intimidating stature and even personality at times. However he is fairly welcoming of others as long as they pose no true threat. He likes everything to be the way he likes it but won’t necessarily throw a fit if it’s not, if it’s a strategy or something important he may fight and yell though as he is rather argumentative and somewhat controlling, as well as stubborn. He can beat up a variety and decent amount of people if he wished to do so and he knows it but it’s not like he goes around hitting people. Actually he is a successful lawyer and a great provider. When he moved to Chicago he brought others with him as well as took in a mutants in the past year, especially those with a lupine or canine disposition of some sort. He takes care of many of them, with some of them possessing roles around the mansion or chipping in now and then although he doesn’t make them as long as they don’t just free load. He is a diligent and hard worker, working late into many nights a week just to perfect a case of his. It was never stated or announced or tested or really anything but to everyone in his household it comes across clear that at least for now he is the alpha male and not to be questioned, well most of the time anyways. Besides those who live with him do have a tendency to like him more than most.

He is a very caring person and protective, which ties in to his rather new and present territorial nature. Anyone who threatens him, those he cares about, or his way of life is in for a heck of a time, not that he can beat everyone up but he’ll certainly die trying to protect these things. He cares deeply for those he protects and those that are in this strange ‘pack’ like situation. Greyson does not like others touching his personal things however and the third floor of the mansion is absolutely off limits for anyone and everyone unless otherwise invited, it is his private space to roam and live. And also to get away when need be. While much like a wolf, in that he is truly a ‘pack’ animal so to speak, Greyson also has times when he needs to retreat or spend time alone but know he’s not entirely separated from the world, keeping this third floor to himself offers this. Besides there are plenty of almost dormlike rooms on the second floor and bigger rooms for gathering and such in the basement and first floor.

Greyson has a nearly obsessive passion for the moon. There are paintings that cover the walls of it as well as knick knacks, cups, paper weights, and many other things that litter his house and portray the moon. He’s not bound to the moon such as the modern ideal of a werewolf however he loves the luminescent light of it and how the night and especially the forest look bathed in its light.

•• HOMETOWN ;; Alma, Alaska
•• ACCENT ;; none
•• LANGUAGES ;; English, Spanish, Italian, some Latin
•• WEALTH ;; very wealthy
•• RESIDENCE ;; large mansion in Chicago, often houses others in it
•• MOTHER ;; maria theresia moore, 54
•• FATHER ;; flint moore, 58
•• SIBLINGS ;; kayla moore, missing, would be 26
•• EXTENDED FAMILY ;; none of importance
•• PETS ;; a white long furred kitten named marshmallow, showed up and those in his house told him to keep it and he surprisingly cares for the creature now

animals sometimes are skittish around him, well often

•• HISTORY ;;

Greyson was born into his family on another chilly Alaskan morning in the small town of Alma. His father was Native American while his mother was a mixture of European ethnicities, such is somewhat common in modern day America. Maria Theresia had ventured to Alaska to visit with her elderly grandmother when she had happened across Flint Moore, who was mostly Native American. They had met in a bar in Alma, the only one in fact. After a while she moved onto a reservation with him however to her surprise it was rather modern and the homes, which were kind of like high tech log cabins, were cozy and comfortable to an extreme. Technology flooded the place but at the same time Maria learned many of the customs that their culture preserved.

Well, anyways when Greyson was growing up he often built things and helped out many of the men as they fixed up their cars. As he got older he would take odd jobs around the community, such as taking care of plants or pets, or running to the store at times for others. When he was four he was joined by a younger sister, who was often both his spunky tormentor and much like a little follower to him. His childhood was rather boring as he grew… and grew… and grew… and grew.. until he was at the height of six foot five inches when he finally finished puberty.

Actually there was one major thing of importance that occurred when he was around the age of sixteen, however Greyson himself would much rather forget what had happened. He had taken his sister into the town center with him when they had happened across some men who were obviously not from the area. And quite possibly drunk. Anyways they began to snarkily and rudely comment how they muse be native American and such, insulting Greyson to the core. Then they came closer and began to shove him around while all Grey wanted to do was get out of there and take his sister home. Well while he was trying to get them to back off one of them had grabbed his twelve year old sister, Kayla, and shoved her into a van, all of the men piling in quickly and driving out of there before Greyson could do much of anything. He led a search for his sister for months on end to no avail and still feels like he should have been able to protect her, although he had been at that scraggly awkward stage of puberty at the time.

For a time he was depressed at this loss but when he was finally eighteen Greyson decided he wanted to get out of there and left for Chicago. A couple of his friends went with him to see more of the world and have been in Chicago with him since then. Once there he studied for eight years until he was a certified lawyer. At first they had lived in a smallish apartment but as Greyson gained money and so did the others they moved into bigger and bigger places until Greyson finally bought this extreme mansion, and several wooded acres surrounding it and invited these friends of his to live with him. They had lived in the mansion for several months when the meteor showers of 2012 hit. In the city of Chicago a couple of meteors rained down and he had even heard of people being mutated who lived far distances from any of the meteors' landing places. Anyways he was working late one night, as per usual, late last July when his clothes suddenly felt stifling. His breath turned shallow, almost like a pant as he tugged at his clothes, first removing his tie and then his jacket and so on until he shockingly found himself standing nude in his office, luckily everyone else had gone home for the night. Then came the pain, the startling pain that brought him to his knees as his bones broke and reformed in a completely new form. There wasn't much he remembers after that from his first shift except glimpses of fur and running. When he had returned the next day to his office he stared in awe and horror at the large claw marks that ran along a couple of walls as well as in the staircase and especially at his personal office door. Since then his shifts have become easier on him, less pain although they are still amazingly uncomfortable. Also after that initial shock he has gained much control in his other form and when he changes as well as remembers what happens now.

In the last year or so he has taken in several mutants, especially those that are somehow canine in nature. Over time his friends and those taken in have come to call their little situation and living arrangement, as well as how they’re all essentially friends now, a ‘pack’ of sorts. Greyson doesn’t really call them that however it feels like it often enough and more and more they are referring to themselves as a pack, however it’s kind of joking still.

Yet they must all keep their mutations hidden from those not from the house. For the United States of America is now a hunter country, and out to get them all no matter what their disposition. Greyson does his best to protect those within his home and himself from prosecution and Hunters but should any of them risk their safety they must be kicked out of the house immediately and may never return, this has happened once so far and Greyson has learned to only take in those he thinks he can trust. Greyson himself was pretty accepting of his change when he discovered he was a hellhound, actually it felt amazing to run free as a canine and released much of his tension. Although several times he was nearly found out by hunters in the beginning and as of now is careful where and when he changes or hunts. He has been thinking about moving his ‘pack’ recently, possibly to a country where they’ll be more accepted but he’s not sure as of yet.