Evander Dellamore {wip}

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Name: Evander Dellamorte Dellamore
Age: 300 appears in his earlier 20s
Race: A very savage and ferocious Werewolf
Occupation: Butcher Doctor
Appearance:
Evander is a fairly imposing figure, even when to those who do not know of his former profession and true race. Standing at six feet four inches in height Evander tops the charts and towers over most men of the time period. A muscular build resulting from strenuous amounts of work and his race only serve to make the man seem even more frightening. The good doctor weighs in at almost two hundred and fifty pounds of bones and muscle. His skin is very lightly tanned and numerous scars cover his body. The most prominent scar is upon his left cheek and he often scratches it when thinking. Evander possesses red eyes and messy black hair that often obscures at least one of his eyes.

Clothingwise, Evander prefers to dress according to his position. As a doctor, a rather renown one at that, Evander dresses in fine clothes. He is often seen wearing a suit, minus the jacket. Instead he dons a stark black lab coat. His mostly black outfit gives him the appearance of a wraith, even in the day time, much to his annoyance. A silver pocket watch is attached to his black vest and he often looks at it, even when he's well aware that he isn't running late. The pocket watch is incredibly simple though it's chain is longer than most being almost two feet in length. The chain is made of steel, though plated in silver to go along with the watch. Evander often uses this chain to restrict and bind those that choose to fight him.

When the man turns into a wolf he is roughly twice the size of the average wolf. Coarse black fur covers his entire body, except for several patches were his scars are present. The scars are rough and leathery to the touch and appear in much the same manner. The pocket watch that is usually worn along his waist is wrapped securely around his neck, similar to a collar. Strangely, he bears a resemblance to a Barghest, a ghost believed to be a premonition of death.


Personality:
Likes

• Working
  
• Calm nights
  
• Silence
  

Dislikes

• Early mornings
  
• Vegetables
  
• Noise
  

Strengths

• Calm and Collected;; Evander is a rather mature person. Living a life as strange as his has caused him to see many sides of humanity and he always seems to keep his cool as problems appear.
  
  
• Respectable;; As Evander regularly deals with nobility and the sort he is very respectful, often addressing those above him by there proper title. Of course, he only shows as much respect as he is given and at times will completely berate a person in public if they treat him like an insect.
  
  
• Knowledgeable;; Evander's a scholar of life and death and all that applies to the subject. He's studied a great deal and is very up and up on the current medical procedures and even some that have yet to be performed. He enjoys learning and is often seen with his nose in a book. Because of his talks with the Doctor he has also become very philosophical and could take for days upon what he believes the meaning of Death and Life are. Never ask this unless you have several days and nights to spare or wish to be put to sleep.
  
  
• Kind
  

History: Evander's early life is a large blur to him. Being as old as he is he believes that the past is little more than a fragment of what you are, the present is who you are, and the future is who you will become. Due to this belief he remembers very little but the most important portions of his life. His childhood, is not one of those moments. If one were to ask the good doctor when his life began it would be some time in his late teens or early twenties. It was during this time that Evander took up his first and longest profession. If prostitution is one of the world's oldest professions than murdering must have followed right along behind it. At a relatively young age Evander became one of the men and women to follow the path of the contract killer. Now, of course this was before a thing such as the Costa Nostra, otherwise known as the mafia, was around. Ancient Italy was still filled with political intrigue and scandal however and it always seemed necessary that one's enemies simply... disappeared. Evander was just so happy to oblige as long as the pay was right and he became a rather notorious figure.

At this time Evander went by Evander Dellamorte, roughly Evander of Death.It was during this extended stint as a death dealer that the man acquired a rather notorious reputation. He was known within the underworld as a man who would do anything and seemingly possessed supernatural abilities. Of course, not many of his clients knew of his Werewolf heritage. Legends spread about the man. Some telling that he was impossible to kill, others that he was stronger than twenty men, that a dangerous black dog appeared before his victims before they died. They were almost all true of course, though a tad exaggerated. Evander simply had to add a dramatic flair to his pieces of work or otherwise he would have grown bored of the bloody work he did.

For almost two hundred and thirty years he performed this job. People simply believed that the name Evander Dellamorte was passed from father to son. The clients that were not of human origin knew better though. At the height of his two hundred and thirty year career that man known as Evander Dellamorte simply vanished off the face of the Earth. No one knew where he went and he remained missing for twenty years before returning. During one of his last cases Evander happened across a kindly doctor. The two began to speak of life and death. Evander was upon the side that life was a sweet release while the doctor deemed that life was to be enjoyed. After everyone of his cases Evander returned to the man and they continued to talk. It wasn't until there last conversation that Evander learned that the man was sick with a disease that seemed to have no cure. Evander was unsure of how to act and left. When he returned he was greeted by the man's son who told Evander that his father had passed away.

Evander took this rather badly and went into recluse. Here he pondered upon mortality and the human condition. It didn't take long for him to decide upon a change in career. Deciding to leave behind his life Evander took up a new name. Oddly, he kept the old making his official name Evander of Death and of Love. He didn't bother to think upon the semantics as he dove into his new career. For twenty years he traveled the world gaining knowledge of all he could before returning to his beloved Italy. Here he made a name for himself as a healer instead of a doctor. Ironically, he's less known as a doctor and seems to work as a sort of Underground Surgeon as he has no formal medical license. Despite this many of the upper class know his name and often call upon him for their many needs.

Family:
Pets: optional
Face claim: Xanxus from Katekyo Hitman Reborn