Alexandrew Parker Booth [TR]

[Kikerz]

Mark of the Beast





" You're wondering about the "cocky" belt buckle and my crazy ties and socks right? Well, let's just call them my quiet rebellions... "

Nothing but a Memory

[/color][/b][li] Alexandrew Parker Booth
(called just Booth as a dog and by colleagues)

Age[/li][li] 36

Species[/li][li] Wolf-dog

Gender[/li][li] Male

Sexuality[/li][li] Straight

Make[/li][li] Custom
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Diamond in the Rough

[/color][/b][li] Black

Eye color[/li][li][/b] Brown

Weight[/li][li][/b] 196

Height[/li][li][/b] 6' 1"

Classifiers[/li][li] [/b] Three things
His belt buckle: i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr83/xWolfspridex/Buckle_Cocky.jpg His crazy socks.
His ununiformed ties.
His Special Forces Agent badge.

Appearance[/li][li][/b] Let me see, Booth...wow.
Booth is definately not a conformist. Normally, the Special Forces tend to have a certain uniform: Black tux, black tie, black socks, black hearts...but not Booth.
He likes to change it up a little bit.
He calls it: his quiet rebellion.
Booth loves wearing red or other colored ties, some striped colorful socks, and his favorite part, his "cocky" belt buckle. Classic. But of course, the SF do make him wear his tux to work.
Though those might be his accessories, he did come with actual looks.
Booth was born with naturally black hair that he likes to keep short and slightly spiked, and his beautiful, expressive brown eyes that tend to make the ladies swoon...which is fine with him. Even though Booth is a great looking guy, it's really his personality that gets the ladies, but we'll go into that later. Booth's chiseled looks, great personality and his good nature have won him a good place in the hearts of his co-workers and his friends, at least, as a human. Most people don't know his wolf-dog form.

Only a few at the Special Forces know him for what he really is: A wolf-dog. Trained by a special orginization in the Forces, Booth became a specialized K-9, participating in special missions and guarding.
Being a wolf-dog, Booth is a little bit larger then the other just-dogs in the program. As an animal, Booth stands at about 2' 1/2" feet starting at his claws to the tips of his ears, and around 3 feet long, so, pretty big. Booth has mostly a black coat, a little brown now and then, with his underbelly and his muzzle being that of a light gray and white.
Of course, Booth stills has those beautiful brown eyes as a wolf-dog as well.
The Siberian, Shepherd, Timber Wolf mix looks like a...Siberian, Shepherd, Timber Wolf, but he does have one thing that seperates him from the others other than the ability to shift into human and have more abiltys of communication, Booth has a special collar. The thick, bullet-proof collar sits comfortly around his neck, hanging even a bit for more comfort. The collar has a spot where a smaller size of an actual badge sits, that can easily be concealed by some velcro and extra piece of material.
Other then that, he looks like a normal, everyday, large dog.
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Its all a Part of Me

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-- His Job.
-- Thai Food.
-- Loves his six-year old son, David Josiah Booth.
-- Crazy Socks.
-- His "cocky" belt buckle.
-- Women.
-- Kids.
-- Coffee, juice, beer(in that exact order).
-- His friends.

Dislikes[/li][li][/b]
-- Disrespect.
-- Those who do harm to others.
-- Being used.
-- Being away from his son.
-- How many people he's had to kill.
-- Killing in general.
-- Being bed-ridden.
-- Failing to save a life.
-- Clowns.

Fears[/li][li][/b]
-- Never getting to see his son again.
-- His son getting hurt.
-- Failing at his job.
-- Surgery.

Skills[/li][li] [/b]
-- Great at being a father.
-- Excellant with a gun.
-- Understanding and reading people.
-- He can work out very successfully. He's ripped that's for sure...but still cozy.

Personality[/li][li][/b] The best way to describe Booth in one word it would be he has a lionheart. The man(wolf-dog) is extroadinarily courageous, and very sweet. Booth is extremely loyal to his cause and to his people and will do anything for those he loves. Booth, from being a part of the military for the Nobles in his twentys, learned how to have a strong sense of selflessness and how to care to no end for his comrades and is very thankful for those years he spent as one of those on the front lines, though he never cared for those memories of watching those people he killed fall, crumpling down into a heap in front of their loved ones...
If there was one thing he wish he could avoid, it'd be killing. He hates every haunting memory of those who's lives he ended. People tell him he did it for a good reason, and he saved tons of lives, and he knows it, but it still doesn't get rid of the feelings.
Booth might sometimes act like a tough Special Forces Officer, but underneath he's still a caring, people-person that is sometimes too sweet to comprehend.
Booth understands others, he understands what they go through, he knows sometimes people just need someone to lean on, no matter how cold or distant they seem.

But enough with that sappy, lionheart side.

Booth is also sarcastic and loves frivolity. Being the people person he is, he loves to have fun and be around others, always enjoying a drink or two with some friends(Though not too much. Cause of his dad, he hates Alcoholics), and a good cup of coffee at a diner with his partner. One of Booth's favorite things to do though is make a good joke, make someone smile. I guess you could say he believes that jokes are the best medicine. Having a good time...just doesn't seem wrong! Though of course, he definately is against those who get high, wrong kind of "good times"...

So Booth loves people, he loves being a little sarcastic and of course, protecting those he cares about the most. I guess you can say that belt buckle he wears sums him up pretty well sometimes too...
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Bring the Past up

[/color][li][/b] Rebecca Olivia Booth -- (Alive)

Father[/li][li][/b] Tony Michaels Booth -- (Alive)

Sibling(s)[/li][li][/b] Zacheriah Jack Booth -- (Died in Military mission)

Husband/Wife or Lover[/li][li][/b]Ex-girlfriend(Mother of son): Taylor Shea Reynolds -- (Alive)

Other Relations[/li][li][/b]Son: David Josiah Booth -- (Alive)

Birthplace[/li][li][/b] Atroce Housing/District.

Current Residence[/li][li][/b] The Noble Palace and an apartment in Vale Accomadations. Lives alone but occasionally David will spend the night with him.

History[/li][li][/b]
Alexandrew Parker Booth.
You would think that because of his police career and him being in the Military and all that he probably came from one of those kind of familys. You would think that because he's so sweet and courageous that his parents were great and established those qualitites. You would think, he had a perfect life.
If you think so, then you don't know him at all.

Alexandrew grew up, cooped up in his home, his parents too afraid to let him out onto the streets. For a young kid, the streets of Atroce District just weren't safe, but it was probably safer then at home really. Tony Booth, Alexandrew's father, was a huge alcoholic...which caused him to have violent tendancys. The old wolf would constantly come home drunk, his speech slurred, his walking unsteady, and his concious seemed to have run out the door when he'd get home. And his poor mother, oh his poor mother. She was so in love with the man she just couldn't leave him. She would just take the hits, convincing herself that it was just because he was having a bad day. She was too in love to see what was truly good for herself.
Alexandrew, being the only son for the longest time suffered alone with this secret, of his parent's secret lives. He longed to have someone to run to about it, but his father threatened the small boy constantly. If he told anyone, his old man would say he'd "get rid of him".
Alexandrew didn't really understand what that meant, but it didn't matter, he got the message.

Finally though, Alex didn't have to suffer alone anymore. When he was seven, his mother gave birth to his baby brother, Zacheriah. Seeing as Tony would be gone for days at a time, even weeks, and wasn't much of a father, Younger Booth did his best to be the father that Zacheriah would never have. He helped his mother the best he could, but he was still just a kid, it wasn't easy to play two different roles.

Years past and the two grew, still not knowing the love of a father. They grew closer as brothers, but their personalitys strayed farther from the same every day. Zack was always rebunctious; always getting into trouble at school, just being lazy. And then you have Alex, dedicated, helpful, doing the whole sports thing at school. They got along as brothers did, but not much else. Finally though, Booth was graduating high school, finally the day he had looked forward to for most of his life. He 'd finally get out of the house!
After graduation day, Booth came back to the house to visit. His mother was there as usual in the old broken house, waiting for him. They talked a little, casual stuff, but Booth knew he still needed to drop what he really wanted to say. Finally, with a long sigh, Alexandrew finally told her what he really was there for. He wanted her to come with him, get out of the house, to a better place. There was an agonizing moment of silence, but that wasn't the worst part.

It was when Tony Booth came back home.

Drunk, as usual, Tony immediately began to shout at Alexandrew, but Alex wasn't going to take it. Now taller then his father, Booth stood up and yelled back, yelling about how Tony treated his mother like crap and how he should just get out of their lives for good. Tony threw a punch, but Alexandrew stopped his dad's lazy swing and took a shot at Tony himself that sent the old man flying to the ground into a drunken heap. Breathing heavy with adreniline, Booth looked back at his mother who had tears in her eyes. Disappointed with himself, Alex apoligized, told his mother he still wanted her to come with him, and slowly left.

After meeting a Military career officer, Booth decided to go to a Military College instead of the community college with all his "jock" buddies. There, he met some good pals, learned a lot, and of course was drafted. As luck would have it, it wasn't long after he got his diploma did a small skirmish start out. Of course, being on the front lines, he and all his pals were sent out immediately.
It was during the first mission when Booth made his first kill.
He was the best shot in his division, so he was the first one to lead an assassination. Adreniline pulsing, Booth crouched down in the pushes, dropping his illusion, holding his gun in his mouth as he ran, looking for a good spot to get into position. Finally set on the hillside, Booth finally found out who his target was.
It was a father. He was watching his two girls playing on a playground; a normal everyday thing, on a normal slow day. Nothing unusual, which made Booth not understand how this dad would have ever been a threat! But apparently he was, and he had his orders.
His morale stopping him for a moment, his finger twitched on the trigger, not wanting to fire. Finally though, he did what he had to do.
A loud pop.
A scream.
A pool of blood.
That was his first kill, but it wouldn't have been his last. In the military, Booth killed 51 people, each one still fresh in his mind as if it had been yesterday. Taking a life isn't easy, and there's no way to get used to it. It's hard, imagining how just as easy as pulling a trigger, you ended relationships, you killed a father, you ruined lives. But Booth knew that he had to get over that thought. He hated having to kill, but he had to remember his brothers-in-arms who would be dead if these men weren't brought down.

Finally, after about a year of a mini-war, the skirmish was over. 51 people were dead by the sharpshooter, but he had saved at least 1000 lives in the process. Though it was all over, Booth couldn't find it in him to settle down and so almost immediately on returning home, Booth began to train to become a Special Forces Agent. Not only did he do that, he found love.
Taylor Shea Reynolds was her name.
And according to him, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Not only that, but they became immediate friends. They had so many things in common that it was almost weird, and they seemed to read each other's minds, which was even weirder.. Not only was she perfect in that way, but she was a wolf-dog too.
Go figure.
Not long after they met, Booth began to take the girl out on small dates. They'd go to the movies where she'd get scared and he'd hold her close in his arms...they'd run out to the fields in the rain, run about and laugh, then relax lying close to each other as they let the rain gently land on their faces as they watched the sun go down and the stars come out.
They were perfect together, and they knew it.
After about six months of dancing in the moonlight and passionate kissing, the two decided to sleep together. Not long after that, did Taylor realize she was slightly bulging.
Yea, she was pregnant.
Not taking a moments hesitation, she called up Booth who became overjoyed at the announcement. In the same conversation he started to talk about wedding plans, wanting to get married now that this occured. Booth was still smiling during the whole conversation, but slowly, Taylor had begun to frown. She said she'd think about it, and they'd talk, and slowly she hung up.

Booth, slightly disappointed by her hesitation, understood though and gave her the space she needed to think. And while he did so, someone came back into his life.
His father.

Reluctantly, Booth agreed to meet the older Booth to talk. He got to the diner, still in his regulation SFA clothing: a tux, a white collar shirt, and his belt buckle. When he sat down, his old man began to claim to be different, to have been sober now for months, but Booth didn't buy it.
He could still smell the liquor on the man's breath, probably not a day old.
"People don't change..." was all Booth said as he got up and began to walk away, but his father quickly stopped him, claiming he had news from his brother.
That got his attention.
Booth sighed and then slowly turned around to look at the man. It was definately something he was curious to hear about.

The last time Booth spoke to his brother they were on greater terms then they were when Booth was in high school. Sense then, Zack had straightened up. He had gotten his act together and decided to follow in his big brother's footsteps, joining the Military College Booth had gone to. He'd even been able to accomplish something Booth hadn't.
Zack had been able to get his mother to come live in a better neighborhood, in a better house. They had become great friends by then, and stayed in touch, deciding to not remember the past. The last thing Booth heard from his brother was from a telephone call. Zack had told him his squad had gotten picked for some recon seeing as another mimi-war was surfacing, and Booth had told Zack about the kid Taylor was going to have. Of course, Zack agreed Booth's news was much better and that he looked forward to meeting the kid and sharing a cigar with Booth. It was obvious to him that Zack cared, in that made Booth's heart swell. The two had hung up with fond memories about eachother, and definately looked foreward to that time in the future. But that was at least a month ago now. They hadn't gotten to talk since.

Slowly, Tony Booth reached out of his pocket and handed Booth a letter that the Agent slowly took:

"Dear Mr. Booth,

I grieve to inform you that your son Zacheriah Jack Booth has died valiantly while in service. During a mission, he was shot to death while causing a distraction for his fellow brothers. We grieve for his loss and are sorry to report we have no body to return back to you. He was a brave and courageous man and he will be missed by his peers and his family. Attached with this letter is the last thing of his he wrote. We would like to return it to you.

Greatly sorry,

Seargent Michaels Reese

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The pain stung like none he'd ever felt before, and Booth stumbled back as if he had been shot himself, knocking over a drink on the counter next to him. He caught himself before he fell, and stared at the note, sweat beginning to cover his body as a shiver ran up his spine. Slowly, Booth, his face full of fear and confusion, pulled out the yellowed parchment. It hadn't been finished, so there wasn't much to read, but there was enough to cause a tear to slip from Booth's cheek.

To Alexandrew Booth

The best bro anyone could've asked for.

Hey Bud! I don't think I'll be home when your kid is born, but hey, take care of him! I know you'll be a great dad. I....

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The paper had faded and the message was blurred, but Booth didn't need to see anymore, this was enough. He smiled just a bit, and cleared his throat and looked up to see his father, a beer in his hand already.
"To a great boy-"
"Like you'd know asshole..." Booth snapped, cutting the older man off, shoving him harshly. Without another word, Booth left the diner with no plans to see his father again.

The news he was given wasn't swallowed easy, but eventually the pain died down, as much as it possibly could. Finally, other things began to preoccupy his mind.
Mainly the baby.
It was finally time for him, yes him, to be born and the good times tried to rise up over the bad again. The baby was healthy, everything went fine, and Booth was seeing a good future ahead. Too bad he wasn't phycic.
Taylor finally told Booth she didn't want to marry him, which was another blow to his heart. He tried to stay positive but, of course, it was difficult and Booth found he had to rely on the baby to help him constantly.
The things though the two of them did agree on, was a name, and how to raise him.
Deciding to let the boy take his father's last name, the decided the boy would become David Josiah Booth. Taylor also insisted she wanted the boy to be raised human.
(Taylor had never been very fond of her form and wasn't willing to raise another half-breed.) Booth, because he wanted what was best for both of them, agreed to get the boy to stick to a human illusion.
Now there was only one thing left to deal with -- custody laws. Eventually without too much protest, it was agreed David would live with Taylor, but would get chances to see Booth often. Now, Booth wasn't too happy about not getting to fully raise his son, but he agreed it was better to be in his life as much as he possibly could. Booth wouldn't let his son experience a repeat of his own life.

Things continued in a normal procession for the next few years. Booth continued to work for the SF as an Agent, figuring out crimes, taking on jobs that were classified and what not. Then, on weekends, he'd see David, and occasionally a girl or two. Finally though, something big was about to happen.
Booth, seeing as he had worked for the group for six years now, figured he'd get this new important job.
Recon, protecting a group of Nobles, and maybe getting to shoot his gun at a few nasty things, a great gig and naturally he'd get it right?
Wrong.
A bunch of new recruits got the job instead of the excellant-shot, courageous, one-man-army that was Booth.
Instead, Booth was asked to do a favor.

From a group of Nobles, Booth was asked to a do a special favor seeing as everyone agreed he was the best, except for the few selfish people.
The favor was asked by two of the young men from the Noble family, the Angelicos. Now Booth knew very little about the family, but it was work and he was being asked personally by the board. The two brothers, Felix and Lucas, had asked the Special Forces for some help involving their little sister Lola. Apparently, the young girl had been getting into a little bit more mischief then usual, and the brothers were finding it hard to control her at times. And then there were those threats that were made to the family's lives at times. So, what did they want? A guard-dog.
And they said they were willing to pay, a lot.
So, almost as if trying to make amends for leaving Booth out of the mission he actually wanted to go on, the certain Agents that knew Booth's wolf-dog status, offered him the job. At first, Booth was super reluctant about it. Babysitting? For crying outloud he was aSpecial Forces, masculine Agent!
Not the teenage girl next door. Plus, he was afraid this would cut into his time with his own little boy.

Finally though, with a few tweaks here and there, Booth agreed to take on this "mission". He would get to stay at the Palace, and on Wednesday and Thursdays he'd get a regular dog to come take his place so he could spend the night at his own place and spend time with his son. It was a great deal -- too bad he didn't know it might cause him more trouble then he had previously expected...

It's been a few months now since he started the job, and already, him, as a wolf-dog, are getting along fine with the girl...sometimes. The important thing is Booth is doing the job he loved, protecting the ones he cares for. He knows the dangers there, and of course the good times, and if you know Booth by now, you know that's just what he wants.
A little danger, and a lot of laughs.
To him, it's another adventure, another chapter in his life, and he enjoys every moment of it.
Life's too short not to.

Well that was for sure -- he learned that first hand once again all thanks to his new partner!
That's right, about time he got one.
Finding a friend in the new transferred Agent, Booth find he seriously liked none other than Morgan Brooks.
Sure, she was a little hard to get to open up, but sticking close to his personality, he wouldn't give up. So, case by case the two Agents took on; each time Booth trying to get his foot in her slamming door. Sure, the pain hurt when she'd shut it anyways, but still: Giving up wasn't exactly in his book of things to say.
Finally though, after what felt like years upon years, he had found the shielded woman's weakness:
Coffee.
Walking after her one afternoon after a case, he followed briskly on her heels, trying to just get her to stop for at least a minute so he could get in a word! But, never changing, she tried her best to ignore the pesky and persistent man. Little did she know she'd be attacked by her kryptonite.
"Wait! Blue just-"
"Don't call me Blue."
"Ok fine -- Brooks just can you wait just a second!" he had yelled after her, his black suit following behind him as he walked after his partner of almost a month. Annoyed no doubt, Booth side as she neared ever closer to the elevator that would cut off his chances to speech -- once again.
Finally though, he caught up, having to reach his fingers in between the closing steel doors in order to do so. She had sighed her annoyance at him as usual and began to pry his fingers away and push him back, when he uttered those fated words:
"You wanna go grab some coffee?"

For the longest time, she had stood there, staring the smiling and hopeful Booth down, but it seemed she couldn't resist. Letting out one last groan, she pushed the button to open the doors fully for him.
"I'm buying." he remembered saying proudly as he stepped inside, standing right next to her with his hands in his pockets as he glanced down at the little Border Collie who in her human illusion had her arms crossed and possibly a scowl that said, "I'm going to regret this on her face."
Smiling triumphantly though, the masculine Husky had just smiled -- finally glad to have found the one thing they could relate to: Coffee.

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Time for Me to Fly

[/color][/b][li] Kao

Age[/li][li] 16

Where did you find us?[/li][li] A messenger from the high heavens accidently sent me the message instead of taking it to the people on Pluto. Sorry, but hey, I'm better than Plutonions!

Other Characters[/li][li] [/b] None here

Interesting Fact[/li][li][/b] I...I wear crazy socks myself. ^^

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