Tacuba Calderon
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Age : 28 :
Gender : Man :
Sexuality : Pansexual :
Ethnicity : Portuguese/German :
Blood : Bitten:
Pack : Night Walkers :
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Wolf Form:
With a scruffy, brindle-like coat, his wolf form weighs in on a light 80lbs and a measures about 60in from tip of his nose to the very end of his tail. Most noticeable are his piercing golden eyes that seem to always stay wide-eyed. His ears constantly stand on alert while his tail usually hangs lowly, signaling his increase nerves on being in this form.
Height : 5’8 :
Weight : 140lbs :
Eye Color : Emerald green :
Piercings : Couple of piercings on his ears, an eyebrow and lip pierce, and his right nipple pierced :
Usual Dress : Modern goth or if in a good mood psychedelic goth :
Modern goth :
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Psychedelic goth :
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Personality: A naturally quiet, gentle soul with an outer appearance that tends to make people nervous about him. People tend to avoid him thanks to his interest in the wicked, dead and spirituality, seeing him as some sort of weirdo or potential killer in the making. But, his interest in things seen as dark and mysterious stems from his childhood of being raised in a family who ran a funeral home.
Once an ounce of attention is given to him, Tacuba instantly breaks out of his shell. He’s a bright young man with a very youthful, childish heart. He enjoys all types of topics for conversations, enjoys being around large groups of other people, and craves being the center of attention. He’s not confrontational, preferring to let the other person win any argument or let any drama/gossip continue without speaking a word. He believes ignorance is bliss.
Tacuba mostly communicates with hand and facial gestures/expressions. His hands never stops moving as he talks and he can never hide his true feelings with his facial expressions. He’ll say everything is alright, but his face suggest otherwise. He’ll say he’s tired, but his hands continue to flail in excitement. It does make him hard to read at times.
He can easily become overwhelmed, pushing him into a deep depression and self-doubt, before suddenly disappearing. His record of disappearing from everyone is a year, secluding him completely to recover. Tacuba then “magically” returns as if nothing ever happened completely find and back to his normal self. His smile is extremely hard to read as he believes in the quote “fake being happy and you’ll end up happy.” Even in the worse situations, a smile will be plastered over Tacuba’s face as if nothing can break him down.
Tacuba is a very eclectic man that only few will ever understand. While he tries his best to be as friendly and sociable as possible, he knows that few will be able to get passed from his odd self.
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Bio:
Tacuba grew up in the smallest of towns in the northwest of the U.S. He jokes it being some little potato farm town in Idaho, but he refuses telling exactly where. Tobias and him were raised in a somewhat normal, traditional family that owned and ran the only funeral home in the town. Being around the dead was normal like to Tacuba. He took great interest in the dead at a young age because they preferred him around. They laid quietly once they were cleaned and made up, willing to listen to anything and everything. Tacuba wasn't close to his father or mother.
Tacuba is the slightly older twin than his brother and the only human. He had no clue at first that he was any different than his brother besides being a bit more quiet and reserve. The two twins were raised tightly together, the best of friends that never stayed separated for long. Their younger childhood was as average as it could be with their mom raising them while their dad worked most of the time. Tacuba preferred quieter activities, but seemed to always get into some roughhousing with his brother. As the two grew, the roughhousing became rougher and rougher with Tacuba always coming home to his mother with nasty bruises and scrapes.
The twin duo was broken when Tobias accidentally snapped Tacuba's arm at age six. Realizing that Tobias was unable to control his werewolf strength, his parents decided to lock Tobias away from Tacuba and most of the world, restricting any access Tacuba had with his brother.
Life then trickled to nothing but boredom and gloom. Losing his twin felt like losing half of him. At times, Tacuba would go against the rules to check on his brother, feeding Tobias with whatever he could steal or afford. Rumors swirled from his mother that Tobias was sometimes fed unclaimed bodies from the mortuary. A part of Tacuba always felt it was a ploy from his mother to scare him away from Tobias, but he was never sure.
As the years went on, Tacuba slowly grew more and more resentment for the werewolves that plagued his family, the secrecy of it, and living in a town that prided itself on old time America. The once similar twins began to finally look different as Tacuba adopted a goth style in high school, being kicked out from school, and put on independent study. He worked in the family funeral home as a body makeup artist, wrapping himself more in his loner lifestyle and becoming very use to being all on his own. The bond he had with Tobias began to waver. He stopped sneaking to see his brother, stopped feeding him, and nearly stopped speaking about him.
Battling with his personal, negative demons about himself, at age 18 Tacuba left his family during the middle of the night and promised to never return.
During his 20's, Tacuba grew as a person, getting rid of the cliche goth mentally of hating society and himself. He began to open up with other people, enjoy being around others, doing odd jobs to make money and fall into a drifter lifestyle. Every couple of months the thought of his brother always came to mind, forcing Tacuba to send letters back home specifically to Tobias.
Many of the letters were apologies for giving up on Tobias, being afraid of his own brother's natural werewolf ways, and that someday he'll be back to pick his twin up.
Likes:
: Spirits, dark magick :
: Watching post mortem videos and autopsies :
: Horror and gore movies :
: Drawing/sketching nature scenes :
: Scrapbooking of his favorite goth styles :
: Baking, mostly cakes and cookies :
: Creating terrariums/ indoor gardening :
: Meditating, relaxing in the outdoors :
: Energetic, free spirit people :
: Socializing :
: Vintage/unique knick-knack collectibles :
: Winter fashion :
Dislikes:
: Hates being a werewolf and omega position :
: Being homebound and not outside :
: Hot weather/sunlight :
: Having to dye/maintain his hair :
: Difficult/serious people :
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Melissa
: "I owe her so much for taking me in after my ordeal. I don't even know how to repay her for all she's done. I hate my position as omega, but for her, I don't mind doing anything I can to make things easier on her." :
Hal
: "I feel like him and I should be getting along better than we do. We only have a beta and omega relationship at this point. Nothing more, nothing less. It's too bad. He looks like a nice enough guy to get to know." :
Alexander
: "He likes to walk around like he's big shit with his business suits and all of that. Well, Alexander...I like to think I look pretty good too.~" pops his collar. :
Tobias
: "I let him down my entire life because I wasn't strong enough. But, here he is wanting to be close by my side to the point he follows me around like a puppy. I don't care if I'm some bitten Omega. I'll keep you safe from everything even if it means risking my life." :
Arianne
: "Please keep her away from me. I...I just can't...please don't make me come in contact with her..." :
