Travis - Caedesque

- Name: Travis Allen Manchester


- Gender: Male


- Age: 348


- Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


- Requested Pack: Caedesque


- Requested Rank: Guardian


- Appearance: Dark chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes. His hair is silky smooth, wavy and perfect in every way. He has a bright smile, perfect in every light. He is smart and cunning, wise and brave. He stands at 6'2", muscular and chiseled. His muscles are large and profound. When he is in his primal form, his height reaches 9'6". His wolf is a blended coat of brown and tans. He has a couple black areas to accentuate his beauty. He shares the same green eyes in and out of his human form.


- Face Claim: Jared Paladecki

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- Joining Keys: -these joining keys have been happily removed for the fair joining of others in the future<3 -The Doctor


- How Did You Find Us?: Yo, it's Jace!


- History: Look, I really don't have time for this, but since you seem to be wanting it so badly, I will be forced to share my past with you, not that you really give a shit anyway. It was a dark night, the only light came from the sun's light on the bright moon. A young girl, fallen in love with a young man in high school, was now on a date in central park. As they looked between each other's eyes, staring with that look of "puppy love", they spoke sweet things to one another. But the moment was soon ruined, it started as just a twitch, then a shiver down his spine. This was not his first time, but it was still going to be just as painful as it had been before. He pulled away from her, wishing to not harm a single hair on her head. But even as he moved to the shadows, she followed, concerned for her lover. But what she saw would change her views on him forever. Too bad it was too late for the poor female. The large wolf that snarled before her, lunged and sank its teeth into her soft skin. The taste of blood filled the brute's jaws, flooding his maw, rolling over his tongue. Tearing into her body, he killed her. As he stood over her lifeless form, covered in blood, he licked his lips and muzzle.

When he came to realize what he had done and his wolf form subsided, he dropped to his knees. For what seemed like forever, he cried. In his rage and fear of being hunter, he ran from the city, heading on his own. He changed his hair, the way he dressed, and everything else about him that he could. Moving from state to state, he could not stay in one place. If anyone recognized him, he was over.

He searched for a pack to join, and finally he found one. They lived deep within the woods, away from the eyes of man, able to roam completely free and wild. If they wished to be a wolf, they could go ahead and do it. He was happy, finally he was happy. In this pack, he was welcomed with open hearts and minds. One fae looked to him more than the rest. She was beautiful and both felt love at first sniff. They would meet in the dead of night, under the stars and blackened sky. There they would reflect on their lives and talk of dreams of the future. When he thought he would not be able to love, Travis fell in love again. They were inseparable, unable to be split by man or beast, or so he thought.

The moon was shrouded by the dark clouds hovering over the safety of their haven. Footsteps could be heard in the distance, but they thought nothing of it. When they were attacked, it was too late. The hunters came, with their dogs and their guns. They had heard stories of large wolves living in the lively foliage of the forest. People believed they were responsible for missing livestock and children. They tracked their prey, watching for tracks or hints of their existence. Soon they gathered the trail, forcing them deeper and deeper into the wild. Travis and his love were far off in their happy place. Gunfire was heard, echoing among the trees. Immediately, the fae rushed to her family. Before Travis could stop her, she was gone. Her tiny frame moved about the trees at a higher rate than he could ever imagine. He pushed himself as fast as he could, but when he got to the camp center, it was a horrid sight. A hunter had just freshly pulled his knife from her chest. Hazel hues stared at the fae and then the hunter. His one true love was dead, and there was nothing he could do to save her. He snapped, snarling and growling with such anger and aggression he had never experienced before in his life. He helped some other members of the pack massacre the humans, ripping the flesh from their bones, as well as torturing their canine companions. When the massacre was over, drenched in the blood of revenge, Travis left the pack. There was nothing more for him here, feeling a empty darkness consume what was left of his heart.


In the first night, he met with the Alphess herself. Her name was Noctavia and in that night, the two of them not only shared a meal, but they shared each other's company in her private dwelling. It was an intoxicating night, one which would lead the male to wonder about her more than just that night. They were friends with benefits, basically. The Alphess entrusted him with rank of Guardian, and so he stayed happily within the pack. In one night, Travis thought he would try and push their relationship to another step, but he was rejected by the Alphess, saying that she was in love with another male of the pack. Travis could not blame her. He had been busy away with his things and she with hers. In time, he did not care about the Alphess in that way anymore. In the dead of night, Travis had decided to go to a club. There he found a female which was related to Noctavia herself. In that night he also met Tanken, a rogue werewolf. He saved her from having to get into a fight, which led the two to become close to one another. That night, she took him to a strip club where she had worked or at least knew a lot of the girls there. In a private room, they had intercourse and soon Travis found himself very interested in this female, wanting nothing more than to be with her. After an extravagant night of a carriage ride, Travis asked her to be his girlfriend and soon he asked for her hand, also asking the permission from the Alphess. She accepted their love for one another and soon they became mates. But even though Vitani and Travis did not have a child of their own, Travis gave his sperm to Vitani to artificially inseminate Warrior Amora. She and Damian were both half breeds and needed stronger genes to have a kid of their own. Amora gave birth to a beautiful little girl and though he vowed to stay out of her life, Travis could not stay far from Leilani.


- Example Writing: Example From V1 - Adventures Of The Heart | Travis & Vitani

After walking the beautiful lass home, Travis was curious as to the feelings that swelled within his body. It was not only of lust or passion, but something foreign and strange. On his way back to his own room, he rested his back against the walls of the elevator, wedged in the corner. As the elevator sounded off its chime, the doors opened to reveal his floor. Pulling his door key from his pocket, he opened the door and walked into his room. Closing and locking it behind him, he made his way towards his bed, falling and lying on his stomach. As his face laid on the mattress, he stared to the wall. His hands tapped the mattress, making a beat as the Guardian fought with his thoughts and wolf. "You are pathetic, seeing you like this. It cannot be love Travis... No person will ever love you.." Travis rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "When did I ever say I was in love?" A deep chuckle rang int he walls covering his brain, "you don't have to say it dumbass... It's the look you get on your face, the stupid one.." Travis lifted himself from the bed. His eyes looked to the mirror as he walked there, standing before it. His emerald gaze searched the depths of his expressions, but could not find the one he spoke of. "I see nothing different.." he said as he made a goofy face. The wolf shook his head from side to side, "you cannot recreate a face that you only get when a certain someone is around.. moron, I tell you.." Splashing some water onto his face, he hung his head, still deep in thought. "Go to bed, think about this more later lover boy.." The Guardian moved from the bathroom, walking back to his bed and falling just as he had before. With the use of only his arms, he pulled himself to his pillows. Deep sleep came to the male almost immediately. His mind was too tired to keep him awake, forcing his eyes to close and stay sealed for many hours.




When the sun finally decided to blare through the closed curtains, only one portion of the covers revealed, it targeted his emerald eyes. Groggy and tired still, the male rolled over. The sun pushed through with its bright light, illuminating the room as a whole. Groans of displeasure and anger seeped from his lips. Forearms planted to the mattress, lifted his body from the comfortable position he had slept in all night. Rolling off the side, he stood to his feet and headed for the shower once more. The smell of smoke and sex still clung to his skin, hair, and clothes. Stripping the material from his muscular, fit body, he stepped into the shower. As the particles and memories slipped from his rugged exterior, he ran his hands through his locks. Applying the three in one shampoo, condition, and body wash, he rubbed himself to be brand new and clean.Turning off the water, he shook his head from side to side, flinging all excess water from his head and splashing against the already drenched walls. Grabbing the towel, he dried off his body and then moved to his hair. Taking the towel off his head, he looked to the mirror. Even after the rustle from the towel, his hair rested perfectly in place as he always kept it. Giving his reflection a smile, he walked out, tossing the towel over the sink. Making his way to the dresser, he started pulling clothes out to wear. When he was finally dressed, he looked to the window, pulling the shades back and allowing the sun more space among the room. He grabbed his things and walked from the room, heading for the elevator once more.

Stepping through the double doors, his mind was flooded with thoughts of the Doctor. He wished to taste her lips, or look into her eyes once more, perhaps a couple after that. Travis walked out of the double doors, and into the lobby. Making his way to the clerk behind the desk, he spoke softly. "Hello.." looking to the name tag quickly, "Samuel, would you be able to do me a huge favor?" The attendant nodded his head and gave a smile to the Guardian. "Please let miss Vitani Dark know that she has an important meeting in Finnaqua and must be there at precisely 5pm, and not a minute later." Samuel nodded his head and jotted the note down on a pad. Travis walked out of the hotel and onto the city streets. Another day filled with snow flurries fell from the sky. He looked up, catching a couple on his face and one evil flake in his eye. Lowering his head, he started to rub it, trying to get the sensation of pain away. When he finally started walking yet again, he saw the most appealing sight, right in the beautiful city of New York itself. A beautiful black and white Clydesdale was strapped to a sleigh. The sleigh itself was painted into holiday cheer colors. Golden rods propped the sleigh up off the ground. The driver was wearing a tuxedo and top hat. He decided to walk over to the man and ask a couple questions. After a short exchange between them, he smiled and exchanged hands with him. With a nod of his head, he smiled and made his way towards Finnaqua.



Standing at the entrance to Finnaqua, the snow was coming down harder than before. His emerald gaze searched for the female of his interest. He stood before the sleigh, waiting and watching. When she finally arrived, he held out a hand to her, "let me help you up Vitani." Taking her hand, he helped her into the sleigh and got in after. Once they were both inside, he wrapped a blanket over their legs and placed an arm behind her back. "Go ahead driver," he said softly as he looked to her, trying to gauge her feelings on this event.