Dallas Vander

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• Legal Info

  ✖ Full Name: Dallas Vander
    └ Keeps middle name hidden.
  ✖ Nicknames: Dally, Dal, or Dals.
  ✖ Age: 23 years old
  ✖ Gender: Cisgender Male
  ✖ Species: Shapeshifter
    └ Werewolf
  ✖ Sexuality: Homosexual
    └ Closeted
  ✖ Relationship status: Single
  ✖ Nationality: American
  ✖ Ethnicity: American
  ✖ Language: Fluent in English, knows a little Spanish.
  ✖ Occupation: Leader of the Vanders gang.

• Persona

  ✖ Positives: Loyal, protective, hard-working, and accepting.
  ✖ Neutral: Witty, savvy in Street-smarts, humorous.
  ✖ Negatives: Stubborn as all hell, competitive, dominant, hostile, and cynical.
  ✖ Likes: Working on cars, being a dirty thief, his boys, cigarettes, alcohol, parties, and fights.
  ✖ Dislikes: School, rich folk, rival gangs. Backtalk him and he'll knock a few teeth loose. His sexuality. Himself.
  
  Dallas is a man of infamy, least around his part of town. He's known to be a dirty thief, a big fucking asshole, and for how ruthless and batshit crazy he can be. He loves living on the edge and being a criminal, as well as running his own gang. Thrives off of mayhem and chaos, and surely whenever he's around, there's no shortage of it. He's loud-mouthed, cocky, arrogant - he'll let you know exactly what his opinion is of you. That is if he's not already threatening to break your spine with a rusty metal pipe. He's downright dangerous in all senses, and for that, he's seen as a low-life idiot. Not that he really cares, obviously. He sees himself as doing pretty damn fine. He takes care of his boys and makes sure they're all fed and have a roof over their heads, and surprisingly, loyalty means a shit ton to him. His gang is his family, and if you fuck with his family, you're as good as dead.
  
  When he's not running around stealing car parts or fist-fighting, you can catch him in his junkyard working on his cars or maybe around town, flipping up girl's skirts.
  
  A constant struggle for Dallas has always been his sexuality. His view on the guys he used to hang around with changed when he was young, around 12 or so, and it terrified him. He couldn't be gay. He couldn't tell his parents, or his friends or anyone because liking other men is wrong Least that's how he views it. He didn't deal with it well as a kid, and he certainly doesn't deal with it any better as a man. He's disgusted with himself whenever he stares a little too long at a pretty boy... he hates that he can't fuck women without feeling repulsed. He's tried various times, even had a few girlfriends to help and try to change himself. But it never worked, and he just found himself getting angrier because of it. He's internally homophobic because of all this and refuses to open up about his sexuality, and asking him or teasing him about it is a quick way to get on his bad side.
  
  Another downside of his is his self-hatred. Dallas grew up with an abusive mother and a drunkard, coward of a father. He was always being told that he was a mistake, useless, that he'd never become anything. And with no outlet to vent, all of those negative feelings boiled up inside of him. They sat there, building and building until Dallas lost faith in himself. He started neglecting his own wants and needs, agreeing with his mother whenever she'd tell him he's a waste of space. He believed her.
  And so he grew up guarded, angry, and relentless. Always making it hard on himself, always falling back into that dark place where he was alone with his thoughts and all the shit he's been ignoring over the years.
  
  He grew to embrace being a low-life piece of shit. It's all he knows, and all he'll ever know.

• Appearance

  ✖ Height: 6'1"
  ✖ Weight: 193lbs
  ✖ Eyes: A stormy dark blue.
  ✖ Hair length: Short and typically gelled back.
  ✖ Hair color: Black.
  
  While Dallas is rather tall and lean, his form is still athletic and defined, and he packs a powerful punch. His pale skin is littered with scars (which, he'll happily boast about) from various little skirmishes, or because he did something stupid. His hands are rough from years of hard work and his features are pretty rugged, and he always has a dangerous look in his eye and his signature shit-eating smirk. He typically wears leather jackets, t-shirts stained with car grease, torn up jeans that are rolled at the bottom, and some ratty old sneakers. It's not uncommon to see him with a cigarette between his lips and a switch-blade in his hand.

  

  
  

  When shapeshifted

  
  Dally can morph himself into both a feral wolf or an anthropomorphic one. In his feral shift, he's a black-phase wolf with dark eyes that comes to stand around 5 five foot. When in his anthro form, he stands at 6'8" and has black fur, dark eyes, and some elongated claws and incisors. The process of changing into both forms is very painful and takes up a lot of energy, and it's rare he does it in front of anyone.