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Name: Stefan Badenhorst.
Position: Town resident who is a meddling busybody.
Allegiance: He strives to perform good deeds, but his murderous lunar activities make this difficult.
Gender: Male.
Age: 35.
Country of Origin: England.

Special Abilities Recently infected, he has little power over his lycanthropy. As a result, only the full moon triggers his transformations into a large humanoid wolf that is both bipedal and quadruped. Unlike the regular Buffyverse werewolves, he possesses more of a snout, longer limbs and a tail. On these occasions, he loses complete control of his humanity, becoming little more than a rabid animal.

Even as a human, he struggles to suppress his bestial instincts - particularly when his volcanic temper gets irked. In the past, he has bared his teeth and snarled, lunged at startled individuals and even tried to bite them. He has not changed outside a full moon, but is prone to fleeting partial shifts (nails sharpening, eyes turning yellow, etc) during his most wrathful episodes.

In both forms, he possesses acute lupine senses - though they often prove more disadvantageous than useful. For instance, loud noises incite excruciating migraines whilst bad smells provoke gagging or vomiting.

Having once been a solider, he knows basic hand to hand military combat, though it is tarnished by his terrible clumsiness. He cannot stroll through a china shop without the whole building collapsing or exploding.

In addition, he can autonomously defeat malicious germs and poisons attacking his body - though massive doses can still overpower or slaughter him. While he can’t regenerate missing organs and limbs, his skin rapidly repairs cellular destruction like grazes and burns. Foreign injuries (stabbings and gunshots) and internal complaints (damaged innards and broken bones) demand several days of restoration.

As with all werewolves, silver burns his flesh and can prove fatal.

Physical Description

Appearance is skin deep

Height: 5’ 11”. 6’ 11” when standing straight in werewolf form.
Weight: 190 pounds. 250 pounds in werewolf form.
Build / Body Type: An ambiguous fusion of muscle and fat grants his bulk a pit-bullish or rottweiler quality, though only the former gets carried into his werewolf form. As a human, his perpetual hunching and clenched fists likewise emit an air of canine aggression.
Hair Colour: Brown. Grey in werewolf form.
Eye Colour: Blue. Gold in werewolf form.
Voice: He speaks in a quasi Mockney growl that belies his posh middle class roots.

Distinguishing Features: If you overlook accent or garb, his pallid skin further discloses his nationality. It looks beaten and grimy due to the gritty lines that years and glares have imprinted around his eyes and mouth. He has aged ungracefully thanks to a diet of acrid liquids.

His flesh possesses no other identifying marks, save a tangle of scars cutting up his back and chest - testament to the werewolf who infected him. It looks as though he’s been wrapped up in barbed wire, which has then none too carefully been torn out. As a result, the scarred tissue is lumpy and dented.

He once lost a front tooth during a drunken brawl. Whenever he grins (very rarely), his missing tooth gives him a “thuggish” impression.

Clothing Style: Badenhorst is a Victorian trapped in a time warp. He religiously models a sleek top hat that hides his widow’s peak and thinning dirty brown hair. The curved brim darkens his blue eyes which eternally glare at the world. His stringy eyebrows only anchor this impression, whilst his shaggy sideburns and beard accentuate the solidity and heaviness of his scowling jaw.

Despite his scruffy facial features, he keeps his pinstriped dress suits and formal shoes remarkably clean and stoically pressed. Since he lives in his clothes, remarkably deserves greater emphasis. The smell of sweat, whiskey (Green Spot usually) and aftershave flavour them. Being thin and tight fitting, they call attention to his stocky girth.

In his wide breast pockets, he possesses a gold canteen (filled with whiskey or absinthe), a vintage Enfield revolver, wallet, gold stakes and some peculiar brass knuckles, which have stubbly but sharp spikes screwed onto the ends. He sporadically carries around a plush violin case which contains a reinforced Gothic Hilted British Infantry Sword. He’s an amateur at sword fighting (it simply suits his apparel), but good with his gun and fists.

A single gold locket encircles his stout neck. It possesses a yellowed picture of his deceased sister. Touch it and he breaks your fingers.

Personal History

How we got where we are now

Date of Birth: 25th December.
Marital Status: Single.

Family - His parents (Jack and Johanna) run a pub in England. His father’s family are from the Netherlands, hence the Dutch name Stefan Ba denhorst. He has consequently had little contact with them.
- A werewolf murdered his only sister (Jean).

Personal History: Born in London, he had a “normal” and “harmonic” childhood. There was a six year age gap between Stefan and his older sister Jean. They had a typical love hate sibling relationship, which often disrupted the family’s tranquillity. His parents owned a pub in Whitechapel, where they lived and worked. Whilst everybody slept snugly in their beds, an innocent thirteen year old Badenhorst took his first sip of booze and grew hooked.

Despite his late night lifestyle, he prospered academically. When Stefan reached his teenage years, he started to question authority, especially the validity of his teachers. Protesting against the school system, he deliberately got drunk in each of his last year exams. This resulted in loud outbursts, vomit, several black eyes and expulsion. His parents were aghast. Their son needed drastic disciplining.

Jack enrolled Badenhorst in the British army, where he saw conflict in Northern Ireland and the Balkans. The military exercised his excess testosterone and he became a respectful obedient young man. Content with his existence, he remained in the army until his late twenties. During another trip to the Balkans, he got shot in the stomach by friendly fire and had to recuperate back in England.

Frustrated by his bad luck, he regressed into his old ways and got drunk at a pub. Despite his stomach injury, he ended up fighting and putting one person in hospital with broken bones and abrasions. Shamed and disgraced, Stefan served a short prison sentence. In the background, Jean moved to America - Sunnydale coincidentally - hoping to become a playwright.

When released from prison, he visited her in Sunnydale. Maturity had strengthened their familial bonds. They went drinking at a bar, where a mysterious young gentleman flirted with his sibling. Too interested in his booze, Stefan ignored the pair who vanished from the pub. Once his drink had also vanished, he realised Jean had gone missing. Badenhorst felt the illogical pull to leave the bar and enter the adjacent alleyway, where he found that a lupine beast had torn up his sister. It attacked and mangled Stefan, who struggled to defend himself being heavily intoxicated. He would have died - had the commotion not drawn the attention of pub-goers. With their sheer numbers and loud shouts, they chased away the werewolf.

Half dead, he was rushed to hospital. As Badenhorst lay unconscious in bed, Sunnydale changed thanks to a certain wayward wish - not that he would ever notice. The doctors discharged him before a month had even passed, but he was sceptical about his rapid recovery due to constantly feeling bellicose, feverish and disorientated. Stefan stayed at his deceased sister’s flat, where he passed out during the first full moon of his new lupine existence.

He woke the next morning surrounded by trashed furniture and ripped up walls. Denying that something was wrong, he attributed this destruction to vandals. It happened again the next morning. On the third, he woke naked in an alleyway beside a young woman’s gutted corpse. Now he realised what had happened to him.

Horrified and guilt ridden, he decided to commit suicide by - thoughtfully enough - cremating himself at the mortuary. Whilst strolling through the cemetery at night, he came across a young lady - similar to the one he had killed - being attacked by fanged individuals. He fought with them and one accidentally fell onto a pointed branch. It erupted into ash, consequently introducing Badenhorst to vampires. He staked the others and saved the woman’s life. It inspired him to help others as a way of repenting.

Badenhorst has since officially moved into his dead sister’s apartment. During nights of the full moon, he travels to remote rural areas and chains himself up. He often wakes up with his face pressed into a deer’s ripped up stomach. To support himself, he has gotten a job as a janitor at the high school. He has little contact with the Watcher’s Council or the White Hats, but being a raging busybody he no doubt will soon enough…[/color]

Personality

Brewing beneath the surface

Areas of Expertise: Badenhorst is a satisfactory military combatant and a decent marksman. He really excels at getting his arse kicked.

Hobbies: - As a way to escape his lycanthropy, he loves soaking his brains in alcohol. His favourite spirits include Absinthe and strong Irish whiskeys. Thanks to his formidable mass, he can drink many pints, shots or glasses, before collapsing into a comatose condition.
- Stefan collects bras and panties as though they were stamps.

Goals - He strives to avenge his dead sibling by killing murderous vampires and supernatural beasts. He’d love to find and kill the werewolf who wrecked his life and his sister's.
- Badenhorst wants to cure or gain better control of his malady.

Likes: - He adores most classical music, particularly Beethoven and Bach.
- Stefan eats heartily, though not healthily. Roast meals especially appeal to him. He tries to ignore an infatuation with raw meat and warm blood.
- He enjoys calling anyone younger than himself “boy” or “girl” - this extends to ancient but youthful looking vampires.

Dislikes: - Badenhorst abhors smart arsed teenage boys, who he will unhesitatingly smack in the gob. He similarly disdains young slayers and watchers (anyone younger than himself) because they’re too “juvenile” and “inexperienced”. As a result, he bullies, hassles or demeans them.
- He views women as mentally and physically weak and detests any who have “masculine” interests or vocations (slayers especially). They are merely pretty ornaments.
- Stefan hates enclosed spaces where he must spend many hours in a state of inactivity or socialising. Airplanes, nightclubs and business meetings particularly vex him.
- He loathes hangovers, though they are usually his constant companions.

Phobias: Badenhorst fears the moon - even when it isn’t full.

Strengths: - He rarely gets frightened, or at least not in understandable situations. Threats of hurting or killing him do not impress or hinder his impulsive nature.
- Badenhorst is highly intelligent. He can tell you about how our solar system works, at what angle an apple drops and whether Alsatians are really different from German Shepherds.

Weaknesses:
- In spite of his encyclopaedic knowledge, he possesses minimum common sense. He’s the dunce who’ll cross a busy intersection when the little man burns red or will drink something labelled with a skull and crossbones. Due to his missing rationality, he comes across as a dumbarse rather than a bright individual.
- He questions, criticises or ridicules authority (particularly the White Hats and the Watcher’s Council).

Personality: Very much the wounded bully, he conceals his insecurities by maintaining a cold grumpy exterior. Frivolous conversation and gushing generosity receive a prolonged snort. Inconvenience (whether it’s an attacking vampire or a bus running three minutes late) get a glower or a grunt, whilst jokes and fun incite an unblinking grimace of death. His dry sense of humour makes deserts look wet. It is often uncertain whether he’s being funny, serious or is just drunk.

Humans and vampires (predominantly strangers) provoke his suspicion and scepticism. He attempts to stay detached from individuals due to his alienating lycanthropy. He’s honest to the point of rudeness and brutality - even to his closest friends and family. Sometimes, Badenhorst will deliberately use this cruelly frank approach when he dislikes somebody, or if he’s in a bad mood (quite often). He tends to extract his self-hate and frustration on other people, who he finds make excellent stress relievers

While habitually stoic and sluggish, his temper’s easily provoked. His rage is notorious. The smallest thing (a woman moaning or a fly buzzing past his head) can provoke his explosive temper. He will resort to irrational violence regardless of gender or species. In the past, he has kicked children, headbutted ladies and even decked police officers - though not without severe punishment. He evidently uses his fists rather than his head - unless it involves said headbutting. When occupying such a state, Badenhorst becomes very unstable and could harm even people close to him - though this is generally accidental.

Despite his chill manner and psychotic temper, he can be deemed a good person. Although Badenhorst comes across as highly anti-social, he does welcome company - in small doses. He favours “normal” humans to vampires, slayers and watchers. Whilst suspicious of vampires, he only kills those that are slavers or murderers. He may break your arm or put you in a body cast, but still conserve your life. Why? He believes nobody has the right to take another’s life - even a vampire’s.

To summarise, Badenhorst embodies the typical Byronic Hero: he constructs an aloof façade which hides away his true kind-hearted nature. Only his closest friends and family members prompt an explosive show of feeling, though this is generally triggered when their lives are endangered. As his warm nature oozes only rarely, one can easily misunderstand him, thinking he’s impossible of exhibiting kind emotions and advice. To some, he might seem like a cold tyrant who tries to dictate their interests, though it’s only because he painfully cares so much about humanity.

RP Sample:

I think thats all the issues I had with the sheet sorted. Accepted and welcome to Slayer's Doppleganger