Jott -- moontouched

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Name: Judas “Jott” Leikosa
Sect: Held captive by Belekt
Rank: Omega
Age: 26
Gender: Male (gay)
Height: 5’7

Personality:
Shy and submissive. Overprotected by friends and family, Jott has never had an opportunity to do anything for himself. He over thinks situations and builds them up in his mind, causing himself irrational fears.

Beneath his terror he has a drive to want to help people and carries around a medical first aid bag and a set of pill releases on a belt. Sadly he tends to screw up when he is helping: if he needs a band-aid all he seems to have on hand are wound wraps. Once he gave a friend a laxative when he thought he had given them aspirin.

In his new life, he is practically a living punching bag. Yet he doesn’t hate his ‘pack’ as at least they are company. He wants to learn how to deal with his life; if getting his butt beat all the time is one way to do that he’ll take his kicks until he figures out what he is missing (too bad he isn’t that smart, he’ll be here a while…)



Background:
Born in southern Georgia, Jott was raised by his mother after his parents divorced. His father moved to New Jersey when Jott was sixteen, so he rarely had the chance to visit his father.

At 25, Jott accepted an invitation from his father to visit him. It was a nerve wrecking trip, and to help lighten his fears his father suggested they take a father-son camping trip. At the camp site, just off a trail in Adirondack Park, they pitched their tents. Once night fell, Jott’s fears returned and his father suggested a game of Night Frisbee. It was such an odd idea that they both jumped at it and started tossing around a florescent orange Frisbee.

The temptation of the flying disk drew the wrong attention. Out of the dark, a horrible shape launched itself between the pair and caught the toy in its mouth. Jott’s first thought was a stray dog had gotten excited by the Frisbee and had rushed over to play. But when he ran forward to retrieve the toy he was taken aback by a closer look at the animal that crouched on the ground with the Frisbee in its mouth.

The animal was long limbed with odd angles to its body. It looked more human than animal. It gazed intelligently at the flat object it had snatched out of the air. Its mouth flickered and white teeth were exposed long enough to reposition on the Frisbee. A sharp, annoying snap of its jaws cracked the child’s plaything in half. It was clearly frustrated it has been lured in by something so juvenile. Its lips continued to curl up as it stood its ground, noticing that it had a human audience.

“Judas!” Jott heard his father’s voice and his head came up, breaking his eyes away from the monster in front of him. The yell drew the attention of the monster, which swung around on its haunches to look at the new target. The human shape of the body was all the more obvious as it leaned forward and leapt the distance to the stunned adult human.

Jott watched in silent horror, his terrors scratching at his throat and holding him in place. He knew his father was being killed, yet he felt detached from the moment. Even after the screaming stopped, and the huffing sound of the beast as it moved slickly towards him, was not enough to snap him out of his fear.

He felt himself get knocked down, his feet swept out from beneath his body. The monster slammed a hard hand across his chest, crushing him inches into the earth under its strength. The face of the monster was over his head, and he felt the sharp breath as it moved in an arch towards his throat. He knew he was going to die.

But the monster halted, sniffing at his face and dripping thick, bloody drool in his eyes. His entire body shook convulsively in terror, but the monster leaned back and seemed to cough. And then it talked: “You smell unusual.”

Oh good lord. It talked.

The sniffing again. “Like a baby. Hahaa. You could prove entertaining…”

The huge form of the monster shifted, and the hand on Jott’s chest moved aside. He hauled in a deep breath, his body desperate for life even though his mind had given up. The monster’s head dipped down and grabbed at his shirt shoulder. Then he felt himself being dragged by his shirt across the ground. The beast walked awkwardly over his body in a stiffened position liked a cat dragging a huge prey animal across the ground.

“No!” He found his voice. “Let me go!”

His effort to free himself caused the wolf to jerk forward, ripping the shirt in his mouth. Not particularly disturbed, the monster repositioned itself with little effort and reached deeper for a better mouthful to move them forward. He sank his teeth directly into Jott’s shoulder and continued to move forward.

Howling with pain, Jott struggled. He could not know it then that the bite in his shoulder would forever change his life. He would find out later….after he woke up, as at that moment he promptly fainted.

He woke up as a captive to a group of Belekt werewolves. He now lives in terror of what he has become, but is determined to find a way to come to terms with his new life. His days are spent trying to overcome his own fears and somehow make friends and learn to survive in his new world that makes his old irrational fears seem trivial in comparison.

Character use information:
You are welcome to use him however you wish, as long as it does not kill or too emotionally assault him. Treat him as a living punching bag if you want to.

(Oh, and if anyway wants to volunteer their character to be one of those keeping him captive give me a shout. Love to tie him to other characters)