Basic Statistics

Name: Dusken

Age: 20

Height: 5'11"

Eye Colour: Ice Blue.

Hair Colour: Sandy Blond

Hair Style: Finger-length, rather unkempt and scruffy, usually in his eyes.

Skin Colour: Tanned Caucasian.

Feral Representation: Alaskan Malamute.

Fur Colour: With an overall white base, the highest point on Dusken's back along his spine is dark grey, from his nose to the tip of his tail. The dark grey then blends into a lighter grey, the lighter blending into white around his mid-side, his belly remaining white. His hind legs are the same light-grey most of the way down, stopping to blend to white around his ankle-joint. His white face is masked with a rather heart-shaped light grey, the upper-point of the ‘heart’ between his eyes, the sides just in front of his ears as it travels down his neck where the tip of the ‘heart’ stops in the middle of his chest. His nose is a dark pink, and his paw pads are a mix of grey and pink.

Fur Style: Dusken's fur is thick and fluffy over his form. His ‘fur' is actually ‘wool’, though it has the same appearance -the wool enabling him to stay warm in dramatic temperatures.

Tattoos/Distinguishing Features: Dusken -being rather the exeption to the motly Matihao Whenua group- has no outstanding tattoos or marks, though there are a few deep scars scattered across his form -memories of his dangerous past in the wilds.

Build: His shoulders are wide, and his frame is generally lean, with slimly defined muscles, though his arms, back and shoulders are slightly more defined. In Lycan form, his body is solid and strong -rather tough for someone to budge if he didn’t want to move.

Speed: In human form, he is average in his ability to run long distances, but in animal form, his speed is incredibly fast, and it takes him quite a while at a hard run to be fatigued -though after such a hard burst of energy, it takes him quite a while to recover.

Strength: From the line of the Sleigh-Pulling Huskies, Dusken was bred to be extremely strong, and for the lack of large muscles, can pull/lift/shift heavy objects for quite a distance/time.

Jewellery: Dusken wears a white sweat-band on his left and right wrists, both wrists also covered in a medley of bracelets made with small bits of shell and bones of sea-life -appealing to the natural surfer in him. Also wears a silver link-chain around his neck, and a shell necklace matching his bracelets. Dusken has a tongue piercing, but that's the extent of his 'devious' wares.

Outfit/Weapons: Dusken has no set weapons, and true to his laid-back nature would rather not even think about willingly taking the offensive and physically attacking someone. If he were defending himself or Scout, the usual claws and teeth would be enough for him.
As for outfits, Dusken looks like the typical surfer-next-door. White singlets, board shorts, slightly baggy jeans, and loose shirts are his trademarks, as are his casually bare feet -which are calloused from his carefree and not-so-carefree life both in the wild and on the beach.

Information: Brought into this world by two loving parents, Dusken was never to know his mother -who died in childbirth, and was to be sired solely by his father, Danja. Dusken lived a short childhood in his home country of Alaska, before his father moved them both to completely different surroundings -California, U.S.A.
An only child, Dusken missed the company that a sibling could keep, and so found himself rather outgoing, making friends easily, and soon befriending a large group of Californian Surfers. Keeping his Lycan side hidden from all but his father -who at that point in his life was the only Feral he knew, he dated the human girls willingly -and with a large amount of enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, Danja passed away when Dusken was at the pivotal age of 15, leaving him alone and with little-to-no money to his name. Now, having no place to live, and being a minor, the courts wanted him. Of course, the headstrong teenager would never agree, and to the dismay of his friends, he left, hitchhiking across the country -in the hopes of meeting someone 'like him'. Someone that would understand what he was going through, and perhaps give him company.
That year, he met someone he completely did not expect. A boy, starving and alone, just like him. Also in comparison, the boy was a Lycan. He took the self-proclaimed 'Scout' under his wing, and the pair were soon inseparable. For the years to come, Dusken would be the 'big brother' to the kid as they travelled for no other reason than to survive, moving from place to place, Dusken managing somehow to fend off the rabid Ferals in the wild, protecting Scout with his heart, body and soul.
They were in the frozen wilds of Colorado when it happened. The pair were travelling south when a group they did not expect turned out to be right in their midst. Scientists. Dusken fought his hardest to protect the boy he had come to call 'little brother', but he was too few, and no matter how many he had maimed or killed, there were always too many.
He was shot -ruthlessly at point-blank, and in the last dim visions he had of that day, he could recall Scout being carted away like some animal. However, the shot he recieved did not kill him, and somehow, he found his way into the city of Denver, tracking down those who had taken the kid from him. He soon found the 'hospital' where they were storing him, and in small effort, gained access to the facility, screaming murder and showing everyone in sight the wounds he had recieved -the doctors believing it to be some sort of gang-fight.
Dusken feigned his story for as long as he could, before setting off to find 'his' Scout. He found him, in a special ward for those with 'Behavioural Disorders' a.k.a. the place where they stored Ferals to await their mortal testing. It was upon their exit that they encountered a large red Lycan -who was presumably in the same trouble as they. In the event of helping each other out, it turned out that the Lycan had been given word of Scout's imprisonment, and was trying to free the poor kid. Dusken came to know CrimsonGrimm and the gang in an incredibly short while, and though he generally was against their efforts to bring the pair to join their 'group', Dusken could not deny that it was the best thing for Scout, and so agreed -albeit begrudgingly.
Though the pair are rather new additions to the Clan, Dusken finds his relationships are growing, and he is finding himself rather in awe of the Clan -especially their Alpha Cravencro, whom he sees as his own big brother, someone whom he never had around.

Another happenstance brought Dusken across an old friend in the midst of Denver. It was Selia, an old friend from his surfing days in California. The pair hit it off instantly, trust forming quickly -the kind that only childhood friends can keep burning for as long as they were seperated. Trust more than quickly turning into a complete love, it was then that they realised they belonged to rival clans, Dusken to the Matihao Whenua, and Selia to the Ngati Mate. Both Selia and Dusken had their concerns, but, nothing could stop them from being together, not after what had happen in their own lives in the years previous. And so, now, they continue their relationship in secret, praying that the heads of their Clans will never become the wiser....

Character Copyrights: Dusken © Katherine "Kat" Bongard 2005

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