Derek Hale

Character Sheet - V. 5.22.17

2017-04-11T13:46:06Z

( Character Sheet Under Cut )

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getyourwordsout Poll!

2016-04-07T14:31:05Z

The next novel I plan on starting goes only by the name "Chance" right now. Pretty much this story is about a young shapeshifting alien pilot who has bitten off more than he can chew in a gambling match and has to go off on a mission with the captain who bought his debt to retrieve a port key from a quarantined planet.

Here are the complications:

1. Chance is actually from that quarantined planet. He was given as a toddler to a pilot who crashed on the planet by parents who wanted a better life for their child away from the prejudices and politics of their planet.

2. Chance looks human when he is shifted, but his unshifted form looks very similar to Nightcrawler. If he was to reveal what he was, there is a standing shoot on sight order from the central government to "prevent infection" - which isn't actually what happens but people fear and make up shit about things they can't understand, right?

3. Chance also has the ability to tap into the natural energy of a planet (think lay lines) and use that power to accomplish a few different "tricks" like his shapeshifting. I'm still working on them at this point.

4. The captain of the ship who took up the debt for Chance is an old friend and rival. She doesn't know he is a shapeshifter but is going to find out somehow.

SO! How can you participate? GLAD YOU ASKED!

View Poll: Chance Novel

Thank you in advance for your comments. This poll closes on 4/10/16 at 9pm CST. At that point I will write a few scenes using your suggestions, and then I will start working on this novel in May, and will aim to hopefully finish it somewhere in November (using Nano as my buttkicker).

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canon au } of ass kickings and over dramatic uncles

2015-06-24T19:25:32Z

“Again.”

“What? We’ve done it like, eighty times already.”

“And you’ve still yet to do it right. Again.”

“Peter –“

There was a growl, and then Derek was barely able to avoid ducking under Peter’s arm as he flew at his face, on the defensive again as his uncle came at him with all his strength. He was already hurting with a few mending bones, and Peter showed no signs of relenting anytime soon.

Derek knew what this was. Peter was pissed at something, and he was taking it out on Derek. Which meant that it was one of two things – either something had happened with Buffy, which was usually the case, or he was actually pissed at Derek for once. Not that Derek knew why Peter would be pissed at him.

Unless he knew.

The slight realization and fear that Peter knew about Derek sleeping with Kate distracted him enough that Peter found the opening and went flying into a tree. He felt his back slamming into it, the pain blossoming along his spine as he dropped to the forest ground.

“Get up.”

Derek lifted his head to look up at his uncle, and there was no concern in those blue eyes. Just pure rage and Derek gulped. He knew.

“How much longer are you going to kick my ass? I have school tomorrow.”

“I’m going to keep going until you get it right.”

“Yeah, well it’s you. I’m never going to get it right because you have standards no one can reach.”

Peter smirked, a predatory look that made Derek push back up against the tree a bit more. “Then you better get used to the pain.”

“You know Mom wouldn’t want you to –“

The claws around his throat lifted Derek up, his back against the tree as Peter held him easily with one hand no matter how much he struggled. “Maybe you should worry less about what your mother will do with me, and think about what you are doing to the rest of us.”

Derek’s hands went to grab Peter’s wrist. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business, Derek. She’s a hunter. Have you forgotten what hunters do to people like you and me?”

“She’s different!” He tried to kick out, but Peter shifted to the side out of range.

“How? How is Kate Argent, daughter of Gerard Argent – the most dangerous hunter on the continent, different?”

Derek looked at his uncle, trying to get a breath. “Because she loves me.”

The blue eyes narrowed, and then he dropped Derek as he started to laugh, walking away a bit while the younger wolf fought to catch his breath. “You really believe that? Oh, Derek, you are such a child still.”

“I am not a child!” He was up, throwing punches at Peter that the older man easily blocked.

“You can’t believe her, Derek. She’s using you.”

“That’s what she said you would say. That you wouldn’t understand. None of you would be willing to trust her!”

“And for good reason!” Peter moved to pull Derek into a headlock, holding him tightly. “Listen to yourself, Derek. You’re defending someone whose family has gone after our family for generations. You heard what her father did to the other packs – to Deaucalian. Do you want to see that happen to your mother?”

Derek stopped, looking up at Peter. “Of course not.”

Peter let Derek go, grabbing his shoulders and looking at him in the eye. “Even if she is telling you the truth, Derek – even if I think Hell would freeze over before that would happen – but if so, do you think her father would let it stand? He would rain vengeance down on our entire family for corrupting his only daughter. There is no way this relationship of yours ends in anything but fire and death for us all.”

“You’re being over-dramatic.”

“And you’re being a stubborn teenager who doesn’t see anything in the world but what he wants. Trust me, if you weren’t… maybe you would see the things right in front of you that are worth more of your time and affection than an Argent.”

Derek’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Figure it out yourself.” Peter glared back. “But you keep doing this, Derek, and you bring harm to a single member of this pack in your blindness – I swear to you I will make you suffer in ways that you can’t begin to imagine.” They stared each other down, and then Peter just turned on his heel and started to walk away.

Derek was quiet a moment, and then he turned his head as he heard a branch break. Kate stood there, downwind from where they had been. She strolled over, her hands in her pockets. “Well, that went over well, didn’t it?”

“Just like you said – they wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, not fully. It was Peter, and not your mother giving that ultimatum. Maybe your mother is willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.” She smiled as she helped Derek to his feet. “Maybe, just maybe she understands what I’m feeling. I mean, if Peter knows, he obviously told your mother…”

“Maybe.”

“Hey,” she tucked her finger under his chin. “No sulking, handsome. Remember, this is going to be a good thing – but we knew it was going to be hard. But us? We’re going to make a difference. We’re going to be the ones that bring an end to this conflict. And that’s worth it in the end, right?”

“Yeah,” Derek licked his lips, nodding. “Yeah, it’s worth it.”

“Good.” She smiled at him. “Come on, I know just how to make you feel better.” Her smirk grew as she took her hand, leading him deeper into the woods. Derek looked at her and he gave her a small smirk back, letting her lead him away.

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canon au } of birthdays and closet kissing

2015-06-23T18:43:42Z

( It was the only way to shut you up. )

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Teleios } For Cora

2015-05-10T19:42:34Z

Their first apartment was in Chinatown - a dump above a Chinese restaurant that gave them free meals in exchange for Derek dumping out the trash. Laura was helping in a laundry to be able to get the rent paid. It kept their financials off the grid, and the wolf pack that owned both businesses were willing to help keep the Hales out of the hunter's sights in return for their favors down the road.

In had been months though, and Derek didn't sleep well. Laura knew where to find him, though. The fire escape in the alley offered them a bit of privacy, and Derek tended to sit on it when he was thinking.

"Can't sleep again?" she asked, coming to sit in the windowsill. Derek had turned eighteen that November day, but he didn't want any celebration from his sister.

"I miss her." He had gone through another growth spurt, getting taller and his face was changing to more defined cheekbones. Laura had joked that he was starting to look more like Talia every day now.

"Mom?"

Derek shook his head. "Cora. She would always sneak into my room on my birthday to wake me up. She was determined to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday."

Laura nodded. "Yeah, she picked up that habit with me too after a certain teenager got too old for it with me."

Derek snorted, and then looked out over the alley. "It still hurts, Laura. I just... I just wish I had something that I could even have their scents still."

Laura watched him a moment, and then pulled herself out the window to sit next to him. Derek leaned into his sister as she rubbed his arm. "I know. But you can't keep thinking about the past and what you wish you could change, Derek. I do it too, but it's been months now. We can't change anything, and if we keep looking back, we're never going to be able to move forward."

"So what are we supposed to do then?"

"We move forward. We grieve, we say our goodbyes, and we move on." Laura stood up, pulling Derek up with her. "It's what Mom would want us to do."

Derek shook his head. "But what if..."

"They are dead, Derek!" Laura snapped, and Derek took a step back. She took a deep breath, reaching up to brush the sudden tears from her eyes. "There is no what if's," she continued, her voice softening again. "There's just the truth, and that is we're the only ones left. Everyone else is dead, and you need to stop wishing on stars and face the facts. It's time you grew up - you're eighteen now. You're not a kid any longer, and i need you to start learning how to take care of yourself and this pack. No more sulking out here, no more sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Got it?"

Derek just nodded. "Yeah, got it."

Laura sighed, then reached over to put a hand on Derek's shoulder. "Come on, it's cold out here and we both have work in the morning."

"Just a few more minutes," he told her, nodding at the window.

"Fine, but if you're cold when you come to bed, I'm making you sleep on the floor."

Derek just snorted, looking up at the stars while Laura climbed back inside. "Laura?"

She stuck her head back out. "Yeah?"

"Any news on Peter's condition?"

Laura shook her head. "He's still in the coma. The doctors have moved him to the long care wing. From the tests, they're almost certain he's not going to come out of it. He's safer there alone where we won't draw hunters at him. It's not like he won't know we're not there anyway."

Derek just sighed, then nodded. "Alright." Laura walked away and Derek just stared up at the stars a moment before he closed his eyes and turned to go back inside. Their studio apartment had only one pull out sofa that served as their bed, a bathroom and a kitchenette. Laura was already curling up on the bed, and Derek just went to crawl in on his side. He lay facing the wall a moment before he felt Laura's arms slipping around his chest, pulling him back closer to her.

"Happy Birthday, Derek," she whispered softly as he snuggled back into her instinctively. "I promise this is going to be a better year."

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New Kid in School

2015-04-03T01:02:38Z

Wrapped in Peter's leather jacket like a safety blanket, Derek took a deep breath before he entered the front door of New Salem High School. He was far from home and even though they had been bouncing around from place to place to keep the hunters off their trail, Laura had decided to hide in this small island town run by witches so that Derek could finish school.

Transferring seniors never survived well in school. Not that Derek really cared. He was planning on just keeping his head down and focusing on getting through the school year without having to flee in the middle of the night.

Not like Quebec. That had been close, and it was why they were decidedly avoiding any cities that had a French history so that there was no chance of running into an Argent.

He found his locker and focused on opening it and shoving his backpack into the bottom. It was gray and lacking any personality. His locker back home had been covered with photos and things from the basketball team... it had been his. This was just a blank slate, and he didn't feel any urge to try and claim it.

Instead he just grabbed his notebook and a pen and went to slam the door shut so he could figure out his way to homeroom.

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Teleios Canon Update

2014-12-24T06:04:05Z

( Where did you find him, swimming in the fountain of youth?! )

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Teleios Nightmare 1 } Kate

2014-06-21T03:52:40Z

[ooc: This is a nightmare thread. Triggers will be updated as needed, but be warned this can have gruesome and horror film type scenarios.]

He was home in the Hale House. But it wasn't burnt down, but the way he remembered it as a child. His fingers ran along the wall as he headed to the kitchen, looking for his mother. He could smell food cooking, but there was no one there.

"Mom?" He turned, heading down the other hallway towards the dining room, but stopped as the white walls shifted to burnt wood in the doorway. "Mom?!"

Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was just yet. Something in his gut was telling him it wasn't going to be good though.

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Application} Teleios

2013-09-29T19:16:09Z

( Application Behind Cut )

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