hellschimera
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My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons; one which beckons me back into the night, the other is calling me home.
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“You really shouldn’t get up to fast,” the brunette mused as she knelt beside the other, emerald hues instantly scanning the small cut on the other’s head. The rumbling of the ground had since passed and she had taken it upon herself to check on anyone that may have been injured during the supposed earthquake. “Cut looks a little deep,” Tara mused. “Doesn’t look deep enough for stitches but at least let me get it cleaned up for you and throw a butterfly stitch on there.”
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Theo looked up at the woman, he couldn’t exactly recall the last thing he’d been doing, but he mostly blamed the piece of debris that had crumbled atop of his head leaving him with the aforementioned cut.
“I’ll be fine.. it’ll heal.” He said as he stood up slowly, looking around. He had to find the pack, find Liam and make sure he was okay.
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[Theo Raeken] is [22] years old [Male] [Bisexual] , [Chimera - Werecoyote/Werewolf] who is working to [undetermined] and is played by [Cody Christian]. They are [intelligent, willing, and charismatic] but also tend to be [obsessive, stubborn, and subservient] but what people don’t know is [Ever since coming back from the hell prison world the skinwalkers put him in, Theo has seen Tara every night when he closes his eyes. He can feel her tearing her heart out of his chest, leaving him a little more breathless each time he wakes up. Some nights he wakes up and when he looks down at his chest there are dots of blood spotted across his shirt and when he lifts it the area directly above his heart has purple clawed marks on it.] and they’ll do anything to keep anyone from finding out.
HISTORY
Theo Raeken lived a normal life with a normal childhood. He had a sister, two parents who loved him. All of that changed when his nightmares started, people in masks, standing over him, talking to him. He woke up one night in the woods, no idea how he’d gotten there. But there was only one thing running through his head, his sister had to die. He didn’t want to kill her, but it was like once the thought was in his head that’s all he could think about.
He just wanted the nightmares to stop.
Theo just wanted the nightmares to end, he wanted to go back to having a normal childhood. Not waking up in the woods and near sewers. He just wanted it to stop.
He didn’t even mean for anything to happen, he just went for a walk. Tara was older than him, she was bigger. He could never kill her. He loved her. But like most things, it just.. happened. He tried telling her about the dreams, about the men who came to his room while he was sleeping to take him.
But then his head had started to hurt, he could hear them inside his head. Telling him what to do, what they needed him to do. How they could make him better, how he’d be a success.
Theo hadn’t meant to shove her, she’d moved to grab him and he’d panicked. It was just a slip up, but was that the truth? Maybe a part of him wanted her dead, wanted her to just go away so the nightmares would leave.
He watched her there, just laying in the water and calling out to him weakly. He watched when she died and he watched as the dread doctors took her heart. He was the nightmare.
After being taken by The Dread Doctors Theo knew something awful had befallen his family, with Tara dead and him missing he knew they would have to keep anyone from finding out what had happened so just a year after Tara’s death The Dread Doctor’s had come for him in the middle of the night when he was just nine years old, he’d woken up to his mom screaming and when they had entered his room he knew better than to try to run. It never ended well when he ran.
From there he was just a pawn in a bigger scheme, used to help The Dread Doctor’s find a suitable host for The Beast, since in their eyes he had been a failure.
Failure, Theo Raeken. He had failed. Despite being one of the only successful chimeras, he had still failed.
So he’d tried to redeem himself, he went back to Beacon Hills where it had all began for him, he’d managed to worm his way into the pack, to deceive them, all in the vain hope that he could be a real wolf, feel like he could belong. To get the power promised to him, when all he really wanted was for someone to tell him it was okay, that he wasn’t a failure.
But in the end he’d failed that too.
Karma found him in the form of the Skinwalkers and their power to create phantoms, they had brought back Tara or at least.. they’d brought back something that looked like her, be it demon or just some vivid hallucination that dragged him to hell.
There he had suffered, he suffered for every god awful evil thing he’d done, he paid for his sins over and over again as Tara got her retribution in the form of ripping her heart rightfully from his chest. After all he had stolen it from her first.
It was only fair that she took it back.
Being brought back from hell had been jarring to Theo, he almost didn’t realize that he was back. When he’d seen Liam and even Hayden, he had just assumed this was some new form of torture. To find out that he was actually back, that they had brought him back. Well, it made him wonder if he could come back from it all, maybe he could be useful, maybe they wouldn’t send him back.
So he fought for them, helped them figure out what was going on with the wild hunt. To bypass the storm.
Once it was all said and done he again felt hopeful but then it all changed.
PERSONALITY
He’s calculating and a bit abrasive, but deep down he has a big heart. He wants to help, but he doesn’t know how to help anyone when he can’t even help himself.
HEADCANONS / OTHER FACTS
He would visit the bridge where he killed Tara frequently
Despite being just a chimera and not physically needing an anchor, he found one in Liam
He likes to get under Stiles’ skin but will never admit to purposely doing it
He regrets killing Tara and wishes he could take it back
He misses his mom despite barely remembering her, a consequence of The Dread Doctors
He feels more connected to his coyote than his wolf, despite this he does yearn for a true pack.
When Theo roars it doesn’t sound like it should, more warbled. As if his coyote and wolf are howling together, against each other. Two halves fighting for dominance.
He has nightmares about Tara taking back her heart, at times it’s hard for him to tell reality from his dreams.
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does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?
The depths of the ocean is something that has always intrigued and horrified Theo, he respects it intricately and while he is terrified of what might be in the ocean he’d rather explore that then space.
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Pick a scar/injury you have/had and talk about how you got it.
I used to have a scar across my eyebrow, my mom had a matching one, she used to say that that made us honorary twins. She got hers playing softball as a kid and I got mine running through a glass door when I was three. I miss it, it was one of the only things I had left to remember her.
Who’s the last person you kissed? Is there anyone you’d like to kiss?
Tracy, Tracy Stewart. Right now I don’t think I could say who I wanted to kiss, I’d rather keep that to myself. It’s kinda personal.
What’s your reputation with the people around you. Do they like you? Dislike you? Why?
I think my reputation is complicated, I’d say personally they probably dislike me, for the most part anyway. I hurt a lot of people, killed people. They have every right not to trust me or want me around, so it’s strange that some of them do, that I’m still here.
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In what ways has someone hurt you? Who?
I’ve been tortured in ways most people can’t even imagine, the things you see in movies don’t really come close when I think about what I’ve gone through. When I was 10 years old I was strapped to a metal table while the dread doctors made me swallow mountain ash. It burned something awful, it got in my nose, coated the back of my mouth until I couldn’t breathe.. The only respite I had was when they forced the wolfsbane down my throat, Blue Monkshood, Yellow Wolfsbane, Purple Wolfsbane, they tried them all. It hurt, it was one of the worst pains I’d ever gone through, but as a chimera it didn’t affect me the way it would a true supernatural. That’s what they wanted to know, they wanted to know if it would kill me. In that way I was a profound success. By the time I was 12 I didn’t even flinch anymore, so they no longer had a reason to strap me down.
What your favorite color? Foods? Weathers/Seasons?
There’s a very specific color I like, it’s like the color of the ocean. A sort of sea green, but mostly it’s blue. Intense and beautiful. Like a jewel. When I look at it, when I see that color I think of someone and that makes me happy, like really happy. Other than that I don’t have a favorite anything, food is food and weather.. I’ve never had a preference that I can think of.
Do you make friends easily? Talk about them for a little bit.
I was never that good at making friends, I think in a way I learned how to pretend, how to manipulate a situation and get people to like me. But I never made true friends that way, but once upon a time I had a few really good friends, I hung out with them as much as I could. I would trade toys with them, do anything I could to make them smile. I even gave away my favorite stuffed animal when they scraped their knee all because I wanted them to feel better.
Are you an open person or are you closed off?
Maybe once I was, but that part of me is long gone. I prefer to stay to myself most days, keep things to myself. To be open with someone means to show them every part of you, the fears, the ugly parts you don’t want anyone to see. To be open means to be raw and I don’t know how to be that person anymore.
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Past relationships? How did they go? Do you still speak to each other?
I’ve never had a relationship, not the conventional kind. I kissed a girl once but then I did something bad and I’ve regretted it ever since. If I could speak to her I would tell her how sorry I am, how I was a different person then. That I’m different now, but I wouldn’t except anyone to forgive me for that, least of all her. I can’t even forgive myself.
Talk about the people you know at work. Do you like them? Do you hang out with them after work?
I don’t have a job, I guess I work with the pack technically, so I like them for the most part, even if some of them might not really like me. But no, we never hang out.
What do you do to relax?
I’ve never really tried relaxing before, I’ve usually only been focused on surviving. I guess if I were to try, I’d consider taking deep breaths and just resting. Sometimes I think about Liam and it helps, but I try not to think about what that means.
When’s the last time you got drunk? Do you remember what you did? Do you regret it?
I’ve never been drunk before, my healing doesn’t really allow it. If I wanted to I could try mixing the alcohol with yellow wolfsbane or the wolfsbane the dread doctors used to use on chimeras. It had a kind of sedative effect. So maybe that would weaken me enough to get me drunk, but it could also kill me if I was attacked so I don’t know if its worth trying.
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50 Random Character Questions
What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?
Past relationships? How did they go? Do you still speak to each other?
In what ways has someone hurt you? Who?
Talk about a happy experience.
Talk about a traumatic experience.
Do you have any siblings? Family? What’s your relationship with them?
Talk about the last argument you’ve had with someone. What was it about?
Do you have a job? What parts of it do you like/don’t like? What do you?
Talk about the people you know at work. Do you like them? Do you hang out with them after work?
Pick a scar/injury you have/had and talk about how you got it.
What do you look for in someone you wish to date? What do you find attractive?
Name something that you like that you’re embarrassed about
Who’s the last person you kissed? Is there anyone you’d like to kiss?
What do you do to relax?
Are you happy?
Talk about one person you’ve met recently.
Talk about one person that you haven’t spoken to in awhile.
What your favorite color? Foods? Weathers/Seasons?
What did you do on your most recent birthday?
At what age do you feel that you stopped being a child and “grew up”?
Do you make friends easily? Talk about them for a little bit.
What’s the last thing you’ve heard someone say about you behind your back?
What’s your reputation with the people around you. Do they like you? Dislike you? Why?
When’s the last time you got drunk? Do you remember what you did? Do you regret it?
What habits/tics do you have? Do you annoy people with them?
When was the last date you went on? How did it go?
Are you an open person or are you closed off?
What’s in your closet?
What’s in your dresser/desk?
What kind of soaps/shampoos/lotion scents do you use? Which ones do you not like?
Do you like candles? How many do you have and what scents?
On average how many hours of sleep do you get per day? Do you have problems sleeping or waking up? Has this affected your daily routine with other people/your job?
When’s the last time you went on vacation? What did you do?
When was the last time you were angry? What were you angry about? Did you get violent or pent it up?
When was the last time you were happy? What caused it?
When was the last time you were sick? What happened? How long did it take until you were better?
Are you allergic to anything?
What kind of music do you like? Do you like/not care letting people know what you listen to or do you have certain songs/bands/genres you keep secret out of embarrassment/fear?
What brings you nostalgia? Why?
Talk about school. Did you go? What classes were you the strongest in? The weakest? Did you do any sports? Were you popular/loner? Bullied? A bully? College? What degree did you get?
Can you swim? At what age did you learn if you did? Have you swam in the ocean/lake or just in a pool? The last time you did swim?
What kind of holidays do you celebrate? Do you not? Do you celebrate with friends/family or alone? Which one is your favorite?
Is there anything that you collect? Hobbies? Do you share with others what you do/make or is it not their business?
What temperature do you keep your home at? Do you prefer it warm or cool?
How many blankets do you sleep with? How big is your bed? How soft/firm is it? Can you sleep anywhere or under certain conditions?
What kind of skills do you have?
When was the last time you cried? What happened?
What kind of drunk are you? Emotional? Angry? Clingy? Has this caused trouble for you?
Do you believe in god(s)? Do you go to church or religious celebrations often?
Free space. Add your own question.
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colorful headcanons.
( send me a copic color for a headcanon )
frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?
peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?
lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?
reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?
burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?
champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?
tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?
malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?
olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?
vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?
coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?
bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?
currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?
crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?
raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?
baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?
mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?
aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?
acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?
cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?
honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?
chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?
anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?
new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?
moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?
silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?
sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?
atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?
cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?
black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.
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evolvedhalederek:
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Looking back at the other, Derek gives a shake of his head before taking aim and tossing the cart directly at the creature. Who makes a loud roar in pain as the cart crashes into it. “I don’t know but I’m gonna make a leap and go ahead and say this is Stiles’ fault.” He gives a sharp nod of his head at the general idea, it seemed like the best bet and even if it wasn’t Stiles he likely had something to do with it. “You know what the hell that thing is?” Derek asks the other as the monster shakes the broken pieces of wood from its tuffs of fur and hair. Still unsure himself how to get back down to the ground Derek was glad he didn’t have a fear of heights.
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“Yeah sure, we can blame Stiles’.” Theo said, unsure if it made a difference or not. “We should focus on getting that thing away from these people.” He said, though he didn’t know what the odds of that were, he didn’t feel like himself. Couldn’t feel his coyote or his wolf inside him.
He felt different, strong but not the same. As the creature turned on them he took a step back, “We should think of a plan now.” He said quickly.
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Derek was by no means a stranger to odd things happening around him but when he started to notice the changes going on within the party he narrowed his hazel eyes in slight confusion. It was the actual smell within the room shifting and changing in ways he never experienced before and then it seemed to fade completely. He couldn’t smell the chemistry of those in the room, couldn’t read moods based on pheromones, something he hasn’t gone through since before reaching his evolved state. This time it felt different though, he didn’t feel weaker, he didn’t feel as if he lost something it just felt shifted. “Something isn’t-” He couldn’t even finish his thought before a creature came barreling through the garden smashing pumpkins and lifting a cart of baked goods tossing it at a crowd of party-goers and with speed unknown to Derek the wolf was in front of the cart catching it with ease floating in mid-air. “Something is really wrong here.”
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Theo hadn’t had time to react when the cart was thrown in his direction, suddenly as if he’d been there the entire time the person he knew to be Derek Hale was literally floating mid air and holding the cart. “Yeah, I’ll say...” He mumbled, staring at the other. “What is happening?”
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alphakage:
Venom!Theo [Scott||Theo]
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With his scent significantly weakened, it was harder to spot his packmates—even his sight had taken a hit. With his heart beating furiously in his throat, when he finally caught a familiar scent, it did nothing but nauseate him. The smell of a fresh corpse. A few steps from him, someone laid on the ground lifeless, a look of terror in their features.
Catching another familiar scent, he turned to face whom he thought to be Theo. “… Theo?” he questioned in confusion. “It’s me, Scott.”
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Theo realized he was kinda drunk around the same time he realized he couldn’t really smell anything, he was walking outside when he heard someone calling his name. Turning he found a furry wolf man just staring at him, “S..Scott?” He asked confused, taking a step closer before he realized there was a corpse nearby. “What the fuck is happening?” He asked softly.
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adevils-advocate:
Giving the other a stern pat on the back Abel encouraged for him to stand upright as he put another hand against Theo’s chest in order to steady him, “could have fooled me” he retorted with his brow having risen within concern, “why the hell would your sister be comin’ for you heart?”
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Theo stared at the ground, unsure if he was ready to tell a complete stranger exactly why Tara wanted her heart back, “Because it was hers first...” He mumbled, running fingers through his hair. “She wants it back.”
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darkqueeneliza:
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“We aren’t like you mortals, where you all think of kings as the most important fixture in a monarch, we value our Queens. Since birth rates are low, woman who can bring a child to full term are important, much more than men.” She explains, her mother’s name was that of royalty and her own name was passed down to her children and her husband took on hers. “If my daughter were to be killed, it is more likely that the nobles will want my son to marry a noble girl. Ending the rule of the Thornshield family unless I produce another daughter.”
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“Girls are more important than boys, got it.” He said with a laugh, it made more sense he supposed. Especially when she explained their birth rates. “What if someone else in your family had a girl? Wouldn’t that child be more likely to take the throne then?” He asked.
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darkqueeneliza:
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“Every crown needs an heir.” Eliza replies evenly, while she would never be a doting mother, she did care for her children. Her son most of all, yet not for the reasons that those from the mortal realm might think. “Best practice is to be sure you have a back up, though it is unlikely my son will ever sit on the throne no matter what befalls his sister.”
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“Yeah, I guess I can see that.” He didn’t see the appeal in having kids himself, he’d probably be a shit dad considering things. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a kid, but he guessed things were different here. The woman in front of him seemed more practical about child rearing than maternal. “Why is that?” He decided to ask.
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adevils-advocate:
The sheer panic detectable from Theo was alarming as it plagued the air, smothering the pair with possession as Abel continued to attempt coaxing Theo from his anguish. ”There’s no one here” he assured, shaking the male’s shoulders as he continued, “ain’t nobody out here gonna kill you… at least not while I’m here”
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Theo looked around again, the man was right, there was no one there. He nodded slowly, taking a shallow breath as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Okay... okay..” He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and taking another, much deeper, breath. “I’m okay..”
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shexdevilbex:
“Mm he’s the original Hybrid,” she quipped, a hum passing her lips. “A born werewolf turned into one of the first vampires alongside myself and our brother’s by magic. None of us knew except for our mother that Niklaus wasn’t our father’s son or that he was a werewolf until after we transitioned and he took his first life triggering the werewolf gene in him thus creating the first ever Vampire/Wolf hybrid.” A shake of her head was given as she chuckled softly. “Well, it’s almost the same thing I suppose,” Rebekah admitted. “A hybrid is a cross of two species so technically I suppose you could be considered one? I’ve never heard of a Chimera. What is that if not a hybrid?” A wave of the blonde’s hand was given as she shook her head again, the glass of wine returning to her lips as blue hues peered at the male beside of her. “I’m afraid everyone tends to get off on the wrong foot with him,” she shrugged.
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Theo listened to her explanation as to what Klaus was as he hummed, “A chimera... is complicated.” He admitted, “I’m not born or bitten, I was made in a lab. I’m half werewolf and half werecoyote. My genes are split right down the middle, half and half. So I guess you’re kinda right, we’re almost the same. Just not technically.”
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shexdevilbex:
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“Flattery gets you everywhere,” the blonde chirped, a smile passing her lips at the male’s words. “Ah yes my brother, Niklaus. That would be because he’s a hybrid. You get used to his… Charming ways. Word of advice where he’s concerned? Stay on his good side.”
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Grinning Theo nodded as he tilted his head at her, “Niklaus, I’ve never heard of hybrids, but I doubt their anything like Chimera’s. Which is what I am, half wolf half coyote.” He grinned, “I’ll do my best, but I don’t think he and I exactly got off on the right foot already.” He laughed.
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