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BLOOD TYPE: A-
RACE: Bitten Were-Cheetah
POWERS: Those associated with being a bitten were, though cheetahs are natural sprinters -- Langston must assume his hybrid form at each full moon.

Special Skills/Abilities: Langston is extremely active and healthy, if only simply for the fact that he tends to walk around with his brother a lot, unless they need to use his car to get anywhere that is not within walking distance. He is good at most sports and even played on the college baseball team when he went.

Personality: The first thing you ever notice about Langston is that you can hear him about five houses down, if he’s in a good mood. Kid does not know the meaning of an “inside voice” and even if he did, like hell he cares. He is loud, and proud, and has absolutely no filter between his thoughts and what comes out of his mouth. His is the personality that you either love or hate, and Langston wouldn’t have it any other way. Where his brother Gavin is shy and quiet, Langston is friendly and outgoing, often walking up to people he doesn’t know and striking up a conversation. He’s a little bit cocky, and has a tendency to like having complete control over a situation, a castoff from the sort of parents he had and how his childhood felt a lot like he had no control. Unless of course he’s drinking, and then he would rather just be numb and not remember anything. Langston is definitely a party-boy and a lush, usually having at least some sort of drink every day. (He says that that is not alcoholism, at all) He’s also a little bit of a prankster and a daredevil; the crazier dare, the better. At the same time that Langston is very friendly, he has a quick temper, especially if anyone ever insults his family. He doesn’t care about his parents -- people can insult them along with him. But if anyone messes with Gavin? Oh yeah, that is the quickest way to piss him off. You do not fuck with the guy who pretty much sacrificed his childhood to look after Langston.

Despite the way he goes about it, Langston has his heart in the right place. He may be loud and obnoxious and outspoken in a way that is frowned upon by most people, but as far as he is concerned, the only opinion of himself that matters is his brother Gavin’s and his own. While his behavior growing up was mostly acting out for the sake of attempting to garner attention from his parents, now he’s just the way he is because of habit. He lives each day as if its his last and believes that he is doing a whole lot better for himself since his parents have been out of the picture. He deals with stressful situations in a number of ways. He can laugh it off if he feels it's a non-issue, or go to the other extreme and get terribly upset and angry. His moods all depend on how well his day has gone and how active he’s been. Kid can not sit still to save his life, and he tends to lose himself in any sort of physical activity he could get into.

PERSONAL WEAKNESSES:

Loudmouth: The art of volume control and whispering? Yeah, Langston does not have it. He is loud, outspoken, and he thinks its a good day when you can hear him five houses down. He has an unmistakable voice, which makes for a good radio persona, but for other things? Yeah, not so much. Not everyone appreciates his lack of an “inside voice” and while Langston knows that he should probably try to work on that, he never does. He’s just that way, and he was that way since before he could remember, so why change it?

“I Triple-Dog-Dare You”: Langston is a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. The bigger stunt or dare, the better, even if there is a potential to himself serious bodily harm. He’s gone sky-diving, bungee-jumping, rock-climbing -- and those are just the proper names for things he’s done. Lang is horribly susceptible to people who like to dare him to do crazy shit. He will do it without even thinking, and probably laugh about it later in the hospital. He’s also a fan of pulling pranks, though his brother is definitely the only person he will never do that to, he’s got enough going on without Lang making it worse. But other people? Oh yeah, fair game for his shenanigans.

Vulgar: Lay the blame where you want -- shitty father, whore-bag mother -- but Langston developed a particular affection for cursing and swear words. At an early age. He is very free and giving when it comes to them, and they are heavily cemented into the way he speaks. He knows he’s offensive -- he does that on purpose! It’s pretty hard to get him to go all out on a person, and his mother is usually the only one he will fly off the handle at, curses a-blazing! The fact that she still exists is reason enough for him to spout off.

Familial Issues: Not only was their father the type to leave rather than work through a problem, but Gavin and Langston’s mother was no better. Her solution to the problem of needing money was probably the biggest betrayal of Lang’s young life -- even including their father leaving. He has never forgiven Louise for the things that he saw when he was only 9, and there is little that she has done since to inspire any reason for him to want her in his life. Like Gavin, Langston basically cut them out of his life, and feels that he’s done much better for it. He’s still really bitter over the whole thing, and running into his mother usually sends him off the deep end.

Son of a Whore: As if walking in on his mother with a “client” wasn’t bad enough, Langston’s idea of sex was not the greatest in the world. He started having it when he was young, way too young, and he is not the type to stick around for much more than that. His parent’s relationship and then his mother’s inappropriate job choice has him convinced that sex is the only thing that the opposite sex is good for, and that he’s better off keeping things physical. It’s lonely and Lang hates it -- a lot of his friends have steady girlfriends and he envies them. But really, he feels he’s safer just keeping women at a distance.

Commitment Issues: The one and only time that Langston actually had a girlfriend? Yeah, she broke the shit out of his heart and he basically had to drag himself up out of that. He’s not a woman-hater by any stretch of the imagination, he just happens to hate the false ones. He’s gotten good at spotting them a mile away and kindly avoids any and all interactions with them. If he was ever to meet a girl that he could stand to be around? He’d probably sleep with her, dream about actually being with her, and then walk away. He doesn’t know how to start a relationship and he feels he’s doomed to be single the rest of his life. The sex? Oh yeah, he’ll still keep at that, but anything more and he’s stuck between wanting it and being scared shitless of getting hurt again.

Fucking Potter: If anyone so much as mentions Harry Potter around him, its like they flip the “FUCK OFF” switch in Langston’s brain. Yes, he realizes he bares a striking resemblance for the dude, but seriously? He’s not fucking British, thanks. Still, he found it funny to show up to all the movie premiers in his hometown to make people flip their shit. So, really, it all depends on his mood how he reacts to people, should they bring it up. Just don’t ask him to yell “EXPECTO PATRONUM” and he calls it good. He will even sign autographs, though all they’ll get is “LMW” and a mild case of enraged confusion. His reactions vary in degrees between “lol no” and “DO I SOUND FUCKING BRITISH TO YOU, TWAT-FACE?” Hopefully you catch him on a good day.

Bitten: Langston is still very newly bitten, and it is a huge adjustment to make. Not only is he not used to having all these new and improved senses -- pheromones are nifty smelling, aren’t they? -- he is so not used to reacting to people’s body language so differently. Having not been born a were-cheetah, Langston has had to adjust to the new set of instincts he has and his social life has suffered a little bit for it. He has done his best to distance himself from people, seeing as he doesn’t really trust himself yet -- and with good reason. There are a few perks to his being bitten, but most of them are a far cry from the set of drawbacks he has to face. His temper? Oh yeah, that shit can not get out of hand, seeing as now he could shift from a loss of control. All he knows is that he would be fucked without Gavin there to help him, and even with his help, its a hard thing to accept. The worst part? Langston has yet to see his first full moon, so beyond feline, he has no idea what he’ll be and this worries him.

Afraid of the Dark/Night terrors: Getting attacked by a huge, monster-cat-thing at night? Oh yeah, it does wonders for that fear center in the brain. Langston hates going out after dark and he likely has to make sure he stays in populated, well-lit areas, or with someone there to go with him. If that’s not enough, then the night terrors that grip him during the night make for a very horrible attempt at getting sleep. Langston has gotten very sleep-deprived, very quickly thanks to the nightmares that he gets sucked into. It’s always the same thing -- a horrifically amplified version of the were-cat attack he suffered. He wakes up screaming most nights, and can’t seem to get back to sleep right away, no matter what he does. Don’t ask him to go to the doctor about it though, because he did NOT like going there before, and he is reticent to go again, seeing as they know he is some kind of were..

PERSONAL STRENGTHS:

Loyal: You could not find a more loyal friend than Langston. His brother is the person he’s the closest to, with his friends just beyond that. He believes that his friends are the family he chose for himself and he will do whatever he can to stand up for them -- loudly and vulgarly if he has to, it doesn’t matter to him, so long as the message gets across. Langston is a fierce friend, and while it might take him little effort to approach people, it takes him a long time to get to where he considers you a true friend. But once he does? Probably one of the best friends you could ever ask for.

Sprinter: If Langston has one thing going for him, it’s his natural ability to get the fuck out’ve dodge. He’s a natural born sprinter, and thanks to that talent, his were form when he was turned was a no-brainer. (even though he’s still not sure what he’ll be) If nothing else, his added bit of speed since his turning should clue him in to what he is, but he is carefully ignorant to trying too hard to figure that out. He figures the added juice is only because he’s a were at all. Either way, Lang’s much faster than he was before, and he can even sprint somewhat longer than he normally could. He tries to work on his endurance in distance runs, but his true strength involves an all out run over short distances.

Family:
Louise Worthington: Mother, estranged
Rory Worthington: Father, estranged
Gavin M. Worthington: older brother, age 27, _affirmation

History: Born in the early summer of 1987, Langston Worthington was born the second son to Rory and Louise. Some of Langston’s earliest memories involve his older brother Gavin, however, and the boys grew quite close the moment Lang could crawl around after him. Even the fact that Gavin was five years older didn’t deter Langston from palling around with him, and much of his childhood memories are (thankfully) of his brother. But even their relationship couldn’t shield Lang from the horrible fights their parents got into, and the tension that always filled their household. His childhood was anything but happy, and despite the fact that he has tried to block most of it out, he still remembers plainly the atmosphere of the house, even if he was way too young to understand it. Gavin did his best to protect him from most of it and for good reason. Their father was barely around, and when he was, he would rather spend time with the television than his growing sons. When their mother was involved, she was seen as the dutiful housewife, always trying to make sure their father had what he needed in order to keep up his long hours at his job. The lack of attention made it difficult for Langston to behave, and he tried everything he could think of to get attention, resulting in his acting out at home, at school, everywhere. Eventually, the growing disquiet between their parents erupted into more and more fighting, Langston not understanding just what was wrong, even though a small part of him thought it was his fault. When he was just seven and Gavin was twelve, their dad blew up at their mother and ended up leaving. Even though Louise sat both of the boys down and told them their dad left, Langston always assumed that he would come back someday, not understanding what “divorce” meant at all.

Oh, how wrong he was. While their family had never been poor, they were used to having Rory’s income, and when they started going hungry, their mother had to get a job. Langston didn’t really understand what it was she went to do, only that Gavin would take care of him when she went. She spent a lot of time out of the house, and slowly but surely, she began bringing people home. They were men that Langston had never seen before and he didn’t understand why they were there. Gavin didn’t understand it either or else he would have told him, Lang knew he wouldn’t keep him in the dark like that. When Langston was only nine, he finally got the answer to the questions in his head. He had had a nightmare, and instead of going to get Gavin, he’d gone to Louise’s room, to have his mommy sing him to sleep. What he saw when he opened the door was not what he had expected -- what was that man doing to his mommy? -- and he screamed for Gavin. His brother came running and ushered him off, away from the images he was too young to see.

Even as ashamed and embarrassed as their mother was (Gavin had to tell him what those words meant) at breakfast the next day, she didn’t stop her actions. If anything, the number of men she brought home got worse, as if she figured that if he sons knew what was happening, it was alright, right? Langston was so angry with her -- why did she do that? And for money? Needless to say, he got the wrong idea about sex and didn’t understand it when kids at school wouldn’t talk about it with him, getting him in trouble with the teacher. It didn’t help, though, Langston was already in trouble most days, his teachers always having to send him to the principle for bad language. The only person he would listen to was his brother Gavin, and even then, Lang would say whatever he wanted when he got angry enough. Shortly after the boys found out what their mother did to make money, Gavin came out to his younger brother. Langston didn’t understand why Gavin didn’t feel like he could tell many people, and he certainly didn’t see him as anything other than his big brother. Liking boys wasn’t weird and if anything, it just cemented the idea in Lang’s head that his brother was special, and more unique than anyone else he knew. He would not be the one to judge Gavin, no. It was their mother that had such a huge problem with it. Lang could see his brother getting upset at the nasty things their mother was saying and he couldn’t handle it -- Gavin couldn’t help who he liked! Before he could stop it, he blurted out “shut your fucking twat-mouth.” That definitely shut her up and Langston was proud that he could stand up for his brother.

Much of the rest of his teens saw Langston getting involved in all sorts of sports at school until he found that he liked baseball the best. He was a natural sprinter and so he was good at getting to the bases when he hit the ball. He tried to dive into the sport, hoping that it would help him to forget the things happening at home that he was beginning to understand better. When people started talking bad about his mother, the only thing Langston could do was agree with how they called her a “whore” and a “slut.” He agreed whole-heartedly, in fact, he encouraged it. Until they started calling him “son of a whore”, of course. That? That was not cool. And the more they said it, the more Langston believed that that was all he was. What was sex anyway? Just something that people did, nothing special. When he was just fifteen, Langston lost his virginity to a girl a grade higher than him. It didn’t mean anything to him, and it certainly didn’t mean anything to her, seeing as she pretty much made him into a joke at school. Instead of letting the rumors hurt him, Langston embraced them, spreading his own versions of things. His voice was a lot better heard than that girl’s, anyway. From then on, Langston made sex into a sort of game, most of the rest of his school life consumed with trying to get passing grades thanks to Gavin keeping him in line, and sex. It wasn’t like Langston wasn’t perfectly clear about what it was -- he was brutally honest when it came down to it.

And then he met Rachel. She was beautiful and funny, and in the same grade as him, once Langston got to high school. He was a sophomore and she had the same drama class as he did -- he might as well put his loud voice to use, right? Langston was not really prepared for what it was he felt about this girl, but he went along with it. Everyone warned Rachel against getting involved with him, and with good reason. Still, she was as charmed with Lang as he was with her. They dated exclusively for the rest of high school, Langston not once even looking at another girl. Who was anyone to tell him he was too young to fall in love? Rachel was honest and she made him happy, to hell with what anyone else thought. And a good thing, too, seeing as Gavin had met someone and was in a relationship, too. For a long time, both Worthington boys were happy -- for probably the first time in their lives. Once Langston graduated from high school and made it clear that he’d be staying in state in Michigan to go to college, Rachel broke up with him. She’d gotten a scholarship to go to UCLA, and she planned to move to California anyway, to pursue an acting career. Not only did she break Langston’s heart, she ended up sleeping with another guy at one of the many graduation parties that Lang attended. He was devastated and decided to swear off women for a while. It didn’t last long, but he didn’t ever start another relationship -- that shit just plain hurt. Langston figured it wasn’t worth the heartache. He busied himself with school, working towards getting an associates in communication technology.

The one good thing about graduation was the fact that Langston was officially an adult and could move in with Gavin. He was finally free from his mother’s debauchery and good riddance. It gave him the peace of mind to focus on his schooling, and for about a year everything was as it should be. Gavin was happy with Anthony and Langston was happy with all the chicks he met and slept with in college. In the fall of Langston’s second year of college, tragedy struck their little family again. Gavin and Anthony were coming home from a date when a drunk driver ran a stop sign and struck the passenger side, where Anthony was sitting. He died on impact and Gavin was sent rocketing out of the driver’s side window, smashing his head and breaking both legs. The doctors kept Gavin in a medically induced coma to allow for the swelling on his brain to abate, all the while Langston stayed by his bedside practically the whole time. It was a huge shock for Anthony to be gone from his life -- Lang had always liked him a lot, and especially because Gavin was so damned happy with him. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to once his brother woke up to the fact that his boyfriend was gone. One of the worst things about the situation was that somehow, their mother had gotten the news that Gavin was hospitalized and came to see him. She got about two steps into the room before Langston blocked her from coming in further. She tried to get past him, making some stupid case about how she worried over her son’s life. “Oh, hell no, bitch. You take your STD-ridden twat and you get the fuck out of here.” When she didn’t move, Langston lifted his hand as if he would strike her, having to come pretty close to actually hitting her until she finally left. If nothing else, Lang knew that Gavin wouldn’t want her coming in here when he had no control over the situation, and no way was he going to let that happen.

Still, Gavin waking up was probably the hardest part in Langston’s life to date. He did not want to have to break the bad news, but he figured his brother would rather hear it from him. The worst part? Anthony’s family had went and had the funeral, without waiting for Gavin to wake up so he could be there to say goodbye. Langston had even gone so far as to go to wake and cuss them all out in for being unsupportive of their own son. They could blame Gavin all they wanted, he wasn’t the one who was damned, no matter what he thought. Seeing Gavin so crushed and withdrawn was almost too much for Langston to take, but he did everything he could for his brother while he recovered. It was a long road before Gavin regained the proper use of his legs again, and an even longer road in dealing with the trauma of the accident. Langston supported Gavin as much as he could -- it was the least he could do after Gavin basically raised him and looked out for him his whole life. No matter what his brother needed, Lang was there for him, even if it meant having to take night classes so that he could finish his associates sooner, to start working and making money to help with Gavin’s recovery. Still, no matter how much therapy his brother went to, Gavin still could not bring himself to get behind the wheel without having bad panic attacks. Langston offered to drive him around in his beat up black Crown Victoria, but Gavin found it was easier just to walk everywhere. Whenever Langston didn’t have school, he’d walk with his brother, making sure that he was alright. Eventually, Gavin began to get better, and soon opened up his own photography studio, just like he had planned. Langston soon finished out his schooling soon after, getting a job at the local radio station as a DJ. Hey, he had a pretty good voice for radio, he might as well get some use out of it, right? Life fell back into a more normal routine and Langston is glad to see Gavin walking around and somewhat more stable than he had been.

Since the Light of May: Langston was completely unprepared for the revelation that creatures of the night were real and his neighbor might very well be a werewolf or a vampire. He is a little unnerved by the whole idea and is carefully keeping an eye on the supernatural rights movement, completely unsure as to whether this is a good or a bad thing. He even went so far as to go to several “Pro Human Rights” rallies, just to check them out. One night, when Langston was driving home from a party, the girl he’d picked up asked if could pull off in the woods. Heck yes! What red-blooded American boy said no to a little quickie on the roadside? Not Langston! Too bad he didn’t understand that that was not the smartest thing to do during a full moon. While he was off pissing in the bushes afterward, the girl having decided to walk home, a huge snarling thing crashed at him through the woods. All he saw was cat-like features, claws and teeth before the thing tackled into him, attempting to savage him to death. For whatever reason, the thing didn’t kill him and eventually ran off after a little while, but not before it had gouged out huge claw marks along most of Langston’s torso. As soon as he could reach his car, he called Gavin. Gavin called 911 and an ambulance showed up to whisk Langston off to the hospital. They later confirmed that he had been attacked by a were-animal, as the healing process in his body had already started to accelerate to that of superhuman speeds.

Being bitten and scratched up and turned into a were-something? Not on Langston’s bucket-list, thanks. He wasn’t sure exactly what animal it was that savaged him, and only knew that it looked sort’ve cat-like. Not a lot to go on to determine what it is he will shift into on the next full moon. Gavin has been supportive, being there for Langston through all of it, but Lang was still very much not prepared to face his first full moon. Ever. Even the fact that they bought a nice cage for him was not reassuring enough.