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Name: Derek Hale
Canon: Teen Wolf
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Demigod: Son of Pluto, Roman God of the Underworld. Monster; werewolf.
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Counselor: Member of the Fourth Cohort; his older sister was previously his Centurion.
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Name: Derek Hale
Canon: Teen Wolf
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Demigod: Son of Pluto, Roman God of the Underworld. Monster; werewolf.
Demigod abilities:
As a Son of Pluto, one that has attended Camp Jupiter for some time, Derek has a multitude of abilities at his disposal. The earliest presenting ability was that of seeing another person's life aura. From there, however, he's gained the abilities of umbrakinesis and shadow travel, along with one that he's never enjoyed-- the ability to sense when someone close to him has died. If he's capable of utilizing the necromancy-oriented abilities (raising the dead and commanding the undead), he refuses to find out. It just doesn't feel right.
What he relies moreso on is the fact that he's a born werewolf on his mother's side. His athletic capabilities are more enhanced-- strength, speed, stamina, the whole nine yards-- and his senses are more keen, as well. There is, of course, also the ability to shift, meaning that he grows fur, fangs, claws, and his eyes change-- blue, in his case. Though the moon holds sway over werewolves, and there's the distinct risk of wolfing out or succumbing to bloodlust, Derek has a great deal of control over himself. He doesn't view being a wolf as a curse, or a separate aspect of himself. Derek is a wolf, the same as he is a man. There is no either or-- they are simultaneous, and he embraces what he is despite prejudices that may arise.
During the full moon, or when he's shifted, Derek's demigod abilities wane where his werewolf ones are heightened. On the flipside, lunar eclipses will completely rob him off his werewolf abilities but leave his demigod abilities intact.
What he relies moreso on is the fact that he's a born werewolf on his mother's side. His athletic capabilities are more enhanced-- strength, speed, stamina, the whole nine yards-- and his senses are more keen, as well. There is, of course, also the ability to shift, meaning that he grows fur, fangs, claws, and his eyes change-- blue, in his case. Though the moon holds sway over werewolves, and there's the distinct risk of wolfing out or succumbing to bloodlust, Derek has a great deal of control over himself. He doesn't view being a wolf as a curse, or a separate aspect of himself. Derek is a wolf, the same as he is a man. There is no either or-- they are simultaneous, and he embraces what he is despite prejudices that may arise.
During the full moon, or when he's shifted, Derek's demigod abilities wane where his werewolf ones are heightened. On the flipside, lunar eclipses will completely rob him off his werewolf abilities but leave his demigod abilities intact.
Personality:
Throughout much of the series, we're shown Derek Hale as he is in his twenties. But there is a snapshot into who he was in high school, someone that's drastically different from the man that lives in guilt and pain. There's a lot to tie them together, and multiple events between what we grow to know and the boy that he used to be that explain the shift in his personality, but it's interesting to compare and contrast, find that middle ground.
Derek is an interesting case of appearances can be deceiving. While he's incredibly athletic, pushing the slightest bit on cocky jock, he's also just as intelligent and has a softer disposition. Even as a teenager, he's skilled at what he specializes in and knows it. If he can show off? He definitely will. But at the same time, he knows that there's a line that's drawn somewhere-- whether he stops just short of it or toes across it and finds himself having to apologize is the question, but most of the time he actually will apologize if he's called on his shit, or pushes someone too far.
It just depends on the person and situation whether he'll seek them out immediately afterwards or drag his heels in it. He has a bit of an ego, certainly, but it's the combination of guilt and a bullheaded disposition that has him stalling.
Which are both things to focus on. Derek is rather tenacious, even when the odds are not in his favor. (This is seen in canon's present day even more clearly, as Derek has been repeatedly, horribly wounded, even for a werewolf, and still gets up again.) Even when he knows that he's not going to win, he's still going to try and fight. Fortuna can keep dealing him the worst luck and still he will get up again, because he's already lost quite a bit. It's a rather large "fuck you" to the fates, but also simply a kid not knowing what else to do. Hales simply do not give up.
However, one Hale has a very hard time letting go of his guilt. It will linger with Derek, regardless of how anyone tries to reassure him. While he doesn't sweat the little stuff (most of the time), it can take years for him to let go of a weight that burdens him. Case in point, canonically Paige's death very obviously lingers in a 20-something year old Derek, when it happened six to nine years ago. Something that matters to him will never truly leave, especially if he feels he was to blame.
That winds up leading to a bit of a risky thought process, because he's willing to step in so that he winds up being the one to get hurt instead of someone else. It's not fully developed, but the boy definitely has the starts of a self-sacrificing martyr complex (or so a certain someone would call it). He doesn't want to lose anyone else that's important to him. Not after everything that's happened already. He would, quite literally, do whatever it takes to protect the people he has left after Paige's death and the fall of Camp Jupiter, and this doesn't just stop at being a risk taker for others. Derek isn't all bark, no bite. He hasn't quite gotten to the same level that he will in the future, but if he makes a threat there is a distinct chance that he will follow through on it. Hales, after all, are fighters and protect what's theirs.
But it's hard to pinpoint the darker aspects sometimes, because he's rather good at faking it when he has to. Abrasive and defensive as he can get about some things, he's nowhere near as bad ashe'll be at 24 he could be. He's got a dry sense of humor, heavy in sarcasm and sass. Something like a touch of an attitude. He's not above immature displays, whether he's trying to show off or he's asserting his position in a situation. But, interestingly, for all his aforementioned cocky jock attitude, he's a bit of a dork. He's smart, not at all "all brawn and no brain" that some people might expect him to be.
He's also clever and charismatic, and can definitely come off as a bit of a flirt sometimes. That particular note is offset by the fact that he's become a touch withdrawn after Paige's death, and is still largely recovering from it since the war's (technically) ended. While still decent at socializing, he does prefer time to himself as well-- even if it's just to observe, rather than participate.
Much like the god that's claimed him, Derek is honorable and true to his word-- he may omit things, but he will never lie, and he keeps all promises that he makes, the good and the bad alike. And once someone earns his loyalty, they've essentially got it for life (and possibly into death, considering his god-father).
Derek is an interesting case of appearances can be deceiving. While he's incredibly athletic, pushing the slightest bit on cocky jock, he's also just as intelligent and has a softer disposition. Even as a teenager, he's skilled at what he specializes in and knows it. If he can show off? He definitely will. But at the same time, he knows that there's a line that's drawn somewhere-- whether he stops just short of it or toes across it and finds himself having to apologize is the question, but most of the time he actually will apologize if he's called on his shit, or pushes someone too far.
It just depends on the person and situation whether he'll seek them out immediately afterwards or drag his heels in it. He has a bit of an ego, certainly, but it's the combination of guilt and a bullheaded disposition that has him stalling.
Which are both things to focus on. Derek is rather tenacious, even when the odds are not in his favor. (This is seen in canon's present day even more clearly, as Derek has been repeatedly, horribly wounded, even for a werewolf, and still gets up again.) Even when he knows that he's not going to win, he's still going to try and fight. Fortuna can keep dealing him the worst luck and still he will get up again, because he's already lost quite a bit. It's a rather large "fuck you" to the fates, but also simply a kid not knowing what else to do. Hales simply do not give up.
However, one Hale has a very hard time letting go of his guilt. It will linger with Derek, regardless of how anyone tries to reassure him. While he doesn't sweat the little stuff (most of the time), it can take years for him to let go of a weight that burdens him. Case in point, canonically Paige's death very obviously lingers in a 20-something year old Derek, when it happened six to nine years ago. Something that matters to him will never truly leave, especially if he feels he was to blame.
That winds up leading to a bit of a risky thought process, because he's willing to step in so that he winds up being the one to get hurt instead of someone else. It's not fully developed, but the boy definitely has the starts of a self-sacrificing martyr complex (or so a certain someone would call it). He doesn't want to lose anyone else that's important to him. Not after everything that's happened already. He would, quite literally, do whatever it takes to protect the people he has left after Paige's death and the fall of Camp Jupiter, and this doesn't just stop at being a risk taker for others. Derek isn't all bark, no bite. He hasn't quite gotten to the same level that he will in the future, but if he makes a threat there is a distinct chance that he will follow through on it. Hales, after all, are fighters and protect what's theirs.
But it's hard to pinpoint the darker aspects sometimes, because he's rather good at faking it when he has to. Abrasive and defensive as he can get about some things, he's nowhere near as bad as
He's also clever and charismatic, and can definitely come off as a bit of a flirt sometimes. That particular note is offset by the fact that he's become a touch withdrawn after Paige's death, and is still largely recovering from it since the war's (technically) ended. While still decent at socializing, he does prefer time to himself as well-- even if it's just to observe, rather than participate.
Much like the god that's claimed him, Derek is honorable and true to his word-- he may omit things, but he will never lie, and he keeps all promises that he makes, the good and the bad alike. And once someone earns his loyalty, they've essentially got it for life (and possibly into death, considering his god-father).
AU History:
Born the middle son of Conall* and Talia Hale, after his older sister Laura and before his younger sister Cora, Derek seemed to onlookers like he would have a fairly normal childhood. The Hales were a large family that had lived in California for generations, their home territory being Beacon Hills since before Derek was even born.
And territory is the right word for it.
The Hale pack was made up of werewolves and humans alike, but Derek's mother was the alpha of the pack. Despite the supernatural stigma to wolves, however, they were a very benevolent pack that took care of those around them, regardless of their standing in the known or hidden worlds that so often coincided. So Derek grew up knowing that he was different, and was taught to embrace the fact that he was different. Others might be afraid of him, or belittle him, but he was a wolf. And wolves are proud, but protectors. He was taught to prove those people wrong.
This teaching followed him even as he was sent to Lupa to pass under her judgment, so that he could attend Camp Jupiter to better prepare him for life as something different. He took to the god easily, and passed her trials without trouble to reach the campgrounds themselves. There, he was given the rank of Probatio through most of his first year and was sent to the Fourth Cohort under his sister Laura, until Pluto came forward and claimed him as one of his sons. This didn't change his relationship with his mortal father-- on the contrary, despite his heritage, Derek believes that Conall is his father before Pluto-- though it did bring on a certain level of respect for his patron god. On par with Lupa, Derek quickly began the process of learning everything he could about Pluto and what abilities are common amongst his half-siblings.
During his stay at Camp Jupiter, he met a few others that lived in New Rome but came from Beacon Hills like him. Most were younger than him-- people Derek tried to look out for, such as one Scott McCall-- but one in particular was his age.
A girl named Paige Krasikava. To say that Derek wasn't immediately head over heels after first meeting her would have been a lie. She had a spark to her, and it was one that... well, one he tried to ignite even further. For a brief time, their relationship was that of push and pull, mostly made up of something you'd see on an elementary school playground. While it never resorted to actual physical teasing-- no literal pigtail pulling-- it eventually evened out into something more steady, even with the banter that they threw at each other between sincerity.
And then, during the Second Titan War when they were sent into battle under Centurion Hale, things went very, very wrong.
Paige was mortally injured because of a mistake Derek made in the midst of battle. Maybe he could've saved her, if he'd better honed Pluto's abilities. Maybe he couldn't have. But the first thing to come to mind was to try and give her the bite, something that his uncle Peter had been pushing on him for quite some time. Deciding to try it to save her life, give her the ability to heal, Derek tried to turn Paige into a werewolf.
Her body rejected the bite, painfully, and Derek was forced to end her suffering by his own hands.
After the battle ended, Derek went home for some time to grieve. Paige's death had a long-lasting effect on him, one that even changed a part of him, his wolf eyes changing from gold to blue at the loss of an innocent life by his hand. But being home, around his mother, was some help. While he's not fully recovered still, he's at least functioning again, and trying to cope with the loss. Because as much as he knows death is simply part of life, there's something about ending a life that you cared about so much and being able to feel it fade from your hands in more than one sense.
So Derek returned to camp. What other choice did he have? The Second Titan War was in full swing, and he couldn't let Paige down. Regardless of the fact that he was still in mourning.
But nothing could prepare him for the loss of Camp Jupiter. Feeling a heavy weight of guilt consumed him once again-- maybe if he'd done better, fought harder, his second home wouldn't have fell-- he did his duty to lead his cohort to the Greek camp. For the most part it went fairly smoothly, Derek corralling his makeshift pack to the safety of Half Blood Hill in New York while his sister focused on defending the perimeter more than leading them, but a few stragglers went missing along the way. One of which was Scott, but he tried not to worry-- Scott was nothing if not inventive and capable when you least expected it.
And he was proven right, upon Scott's eventual return to his cohort before the trek was finished.
However, Derek didn't stay long at the camp. After ensuring that those that made it were settled in, he answered his sister's call to trek across the country back home again. New Rome had fallen, so the Hale pack closed its ranks for a time. Defending Beacon Hills became top priority, while Talia Hale reached out to other wolf packs that were spread across the country. Not all were malevolent like the wolves that followed Lycaon, and if they could perhaps unite then they could be of some help to the demigods and those that fought alongside them.
Restless, and in need of something to distract him from the guilt that still lingered, Derek spent much of his time running errands for his pack, doing patrols, or just trying to find time to train while he waited. It got to the point where Talia finally cleared him joining those that remained of Camp Jupiter at the Greek camp, if only to keep him from wearing himself ragged. Besides, maybe there would be others like him to arrive at the camp that he could help.
And territory is the right word for it.
The Hale pack was made up of werewolves and humans alike, but Derek's mother was the alpha of the pack. Despite the supernatural stigma to wolves, however, they were a very benevolent pack that took care of those around them, regardless of their standing in the known or hidden worlds that so often coincided. So Derek grew up knowing that he was different, and was taught to embrace the fact that he was different. Others might be afraid of him, or belittle him, but he was a wolf. And wolves are proud, but protectors. He was taught to prove those people wrong.
This teaching followed him even as he was sent to Lupa to pass under her judgment, so that he could attend Camp Jupiter to better prepare him for life as something different. He took to the god easily, and passed her trials without trouble to reach the campgrounds themselves. There, he was given the rank of Probatio through most of his first year and was sent to the Fourth Cohort under his sister Laura, until Pluto came forward and claimed him as one of his sons. This didn't change his relationship with his mortal father-- on the contrary, despite his heritage, Derek believes that Conall is his father before Pluto-- though it did bring on a certain level of respect for his patron god. On par with Lupa, Derek quickly began the process of learning everything he could about Pluto and what abilities are common amongst his half-siblings.
During his stay at Camp Jupiter, he met a few others that lived in New Rome but came from Beacon Hills like him. Most were younger than him-- people Derek tried to look out for, such as one Scott McCall-- but one in particular was his age.
A girl named Paige Krasikava. To say that Derek wasn't immediately head over heels after first meeting her would have been a lie. She had a spark to her, and it was one that... well, one he tried to ignite even further. For a brief time, their relationship was that of push and pull, mostly made up of something you'd see on an elementary school playground. While it never resorted to actual physical teasing-- no literal pigtail pulling-- it eventually evened out into something more steady, even with the banter that they threw at each other between sincerity.
And then, during the Second Titan War when they were sent into battle under Centurion Hale, things went very, very wrong.
Paige was mortally injured because of a mistake Derek made in the midst of battle. Maybe he could've saved her, if he'd better honed Pluto's abilities. Maybe he couldn't have. But the first thing to come to mind was to try and give her the bite, something that his uncle Peter had been pushing on him for quite some time. Deciding to try it to save her life, give her the ability to heal, Derek tried to turn Paige into a werewolf.
Her body rejected the bite, painfully, and Derek was forced to end her suffering by his own hands.
After the battle ended, Derek went home for some time to grieve. Paige's death had a long-lasting effect on him, one that even changed a part of him, his wolf eyes changing from gold to blue at the loss of an innocent life by his hand. But being home, around his mother, was some help. While he's not fully recovered still, he's at least functioning again, and trying to cope with the loss. Because as much as he knows death is simply part of life, there's something about ending a life that you cared about so much and being able to feel it fade from your hands in more than one sense.
So Derek returned to camp. What other choice did he have? The Second Titan War was in full swing, and he couldn't let Paige down. Regardless of the fact that he was still in mourning.
But nothing could prepare him for the loss of Camp Jupiter. Feeling a heavy weight of guilt consumed him once again-- maybe if he'd done better, fought harder, his second home wouldn't have fell-- he did his duty to lead his cohort to the Greek camp. For the most part it went fairly smoothly, Derek corralling his makeshift pack to the safety of Half Blood Hill in New York while his sister focused on defending the perimeter more than leading them, but a few stragglers went missing along the way. One of which was Scott, but he tried not to worry-- Scott was nothing if not inventive and capable when you least expected it.
And he was proven right, upon Scott's eventual return to his cohort before the trek was finished.
However, Derek didn't stay long at the camp. After ensuring that those that made it were settled in, he answered his sister's call to trek across the country back home again. New Rome had fallen, so the Hale pack closed its ranks for a time. Defending Beacon Hills became top priority, while Talia Hale reached out to other wolf packs that were spread across the country. Not all were malevolent like the wolves that followed Lycaon, and if they could perhaps unite then they could be of some help to the demigods and those that fought alongside them.
Restless, and in need of something to distract him from the guilt that still lingered, Derek spent much of his time running errands for his pack, doing patrols, or just trying to find time to train while he waited. It got to the point where Talia finally cleared him joining those that remained of Camp Jupiter at the Greek camp, if only to keep him from wearing himself ragged. Besides, maybe there would be others like him to arrive at the camp that he could help.
- * Papa Hale has no canonical name (yet?) so we're going with Conall for now.
Counselor: Member of the Fourth Cohort; his older sister was previously his Centurion.
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Iris Message:
[ Unable to help himself, Derek gives the spray bottle that one of the passing Greeks decided to give him after offhandedly explaining their means of communication. For a moment, he can't help but silently miss the automaton eagles from Camp Jupiter, and the fact that sending messages through them was so much easier. Still, at least it's communication. Absently rubbing at the seven marks of his tattoo, he puffs his cheeks and goes through the motions, if only to test out how it works-- spritz the air, toss the coin, the words. whole spiel-- before quirking a crooked almost-smile. ]
Legionnaire Hale reporting. I heard a lot had happened after I dropped in, but no one's really caught me up to speed yet. [ A hand raises, in mock greeting, before returning to turning the spare drachma he has over his knuckles. ] There anyone willing to tell a guy what's going on?
[ He pauses, though, and seems to almost consider his request. He's out near the Pluto cabin, after swinging in to inform the heads of camp that he'd arrive and so that he could seek out Lupa. But one thing comes to mind. ]
And, uh. If anybody from the Fourth Cohort is around or shows up, do you think you could give me a heads up? Especially if it's Centurion Hale-- I haven't talked to her in a while, so it'd be good to know what's going on.
Appreciated.
Legionnaire Hale reporting. I heard a lot had happened after I dropped in, but no one's really caught me up to speed yet. [ A hand raises, in mock greeting, before returning to turning the spare drachma he has over his knuckles. ] There anyone willing to tell a guy what's going on?
[ He pauses, though, and seems to almost consider his request. He's out near the Pluto cabin, after swinging in to inform the heads of camp that he'd arrive and so that he could seek out Lupa. But one thing comes to mind. ]
And, uh. If anybody from the Fourth Cohort is around or shows up, do you think you could give me a heads up? Especially if it's Centurion Hale-- I haven't talked to her in a while, so it'd be good to know what's going on.
Appreciated.
Third Person Log:
As skeptical as he initially was about Camp Halfblood, something could be said of the fact that they were willing to accept the children of New Rome through their gates. But Derek had, at the time, focused more on the fact that they needed to get across the country to the other camp, rather than what was causing their retreat from Camp Jupiter.
Well, what remained of it.
Now, he was officially going there to join his legion, or at least those that had made it there. Laura was still trying to round up any stragglers that she could, and helping their mother in her task to attempt peace talks with other werewolf packs. While theirs was rather benevolent-- his grandmother often said that they were a different kind of wolf, protectors of the lost; the lonely; the wounded-- there were many other packs out there that weren't quite so kind. Those were the ones, his mother had said, that he might face in battle.
Derek had frowned, brow furrowing, and simply said, "They're a threat. I won't hesitate."
It had appeased his mother, though she had smiled sadly. She had done that a lot, since--
He shrugs the memory off, just remembers her kissing his forehead and sending him off. After all, Talia Hale had a lot of work ahead of her.
And so did he.
At the very least, it seems like this Graeci camp is hidden rather well. Finding it the first time had been a little tricky, even with the invitation sent by the heads of camp. This time, he doesn't have the benefit of any directions or a guide. But he's a Hale and a legionnaire. Tracking is in his blood, and has been honed over the course of seven years as a Roman soldier. He's prepared to search New York, if he has to, although his senses tell him he's close.
It won't be long, before he has something to take his mind off everything that's happened since the war started.
Well, what remained of it.
Now, he was officially going there to join his legion, or at least those that had made it there. Laura was still trying to round up any stragglers that she could, and helping their mother in her task to attempt peace talks with other werewolf packs. While theirs was rather benevolent-- his grandmother often said that they were a different kind of wolf, protectors of the lost; the lonely; the wounded-- there were many other packs out there that weren't quite so kind. Those were the ones, his mother had said, that he might face in battle.
Derek had frowned, brow furrowing, and simply said, "They're a threat. I won't hesitate."
It had appeased his mother, though she had smiled sadly. She had done that a lot, since--
He shrugs the memory off, just remembers her kissing his forehead and sending him off. After all, Talia Hale had a lot of work ahead of her.
And so did he.
At the very least, it seems like this Graeci camp is hidden rather well. Finding it the first time had been a little tricky, even with the invitation sent by the heads of camp. This time, he doesn't have the benefit of any directions or a guide. But he's a Hale and a legionnaire. Tracking is in his blood, and has been honed over the course of seven years as a Roman soldier. He's prepared to search New York, if he has to, although his senses tell him he's close.
It won't be long, before he has something to take his mind off everything that's happened since the war started.