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see_wolf_run) wrote2010-11-05 05:47 pm
see_wolf_run) wrote2010-11-05 05:47 pm
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Name: Francisco "Tito" Rodriguez
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Wing Color: Golden brown and white; look very similar to a brown falcon's wings.
Physical Appearance: Tito is a very unassuming sort of person. Standing only five feet, five inches tall, he typically appears even shorter because of his bad habit of slouching down and shrinking back around strangers. (Around close friends, however, he does stand up straight.) He has always been a little on the scrawny side in all senses of the word... without a shirt on, it's painfully obvious that he doesn't eat much from the fact that there is a faint outline of his ribs plainly visible. Also, on his left side, there is a jagged and still angry-looking scar in the shape of a set of wolf jaws locked around his shoulder. Of course, that's a sight that doesn't come up very often; Tito tends to wear clothes a few sizes too large for him and so ends up looking like he's lost in a tent most of the time. To be fair, though, he does wear nice clothes - button-down shirts and khakis are his favorites - but said nice clothes are definitely too big for him. His shoes always look chewed-up, though. This is a source of constant misery, along with the fact that his nice ironed shirts and slacks are always covered in dog hair.
Tito's hair is very shaggy and such a dark shade of brown that it may as well be black. He tries to keep himself well-groomed and trimmed, but he also can't seem to keep his hair from growing out to the point that it hangs into his eyes. It's never particularly neat, either, and tends to look slightly mussed. His eyes are a chocolate brown which looks almost amber in some light.
Once a month, Tito spends a day or two walking around on four furry legs. (Oh, the joys of being a werewolf.) As a wolf, Tito looks like a cross between a German Shepard and a Grey Wolf, albeit a scrawny one with massive paws. His fur is mostly a mocha brown, save for a black muzzle, black tip of the tail and ears, and a black stripe down his back. Also, he has a pale brown, almost cream-colored belly. He still looks terribly underfed and tends to carry his tail between his legs and his ears sunk down. As a quadruped, Tito stands about three and a half feet high at the shoulder... again, without a slouch. If anyone ever felt like it - not recommended - they could get a close look at his teeth and see that they are definitely longer and sharper than the average wolf's. The same goes for his claws.
History:
Francisco Rodriguez, the youngest of three children, was born to Manuel and Gabriela Rodriguez in the grand and glorious town of Pinehurst, Tennessee, some 35 miles west-southwest of Kingsport, in 1982. (For the record, he isn't even sure where he picked up his nickname of "Tito" anymore... it seems to have been around since before he could even talk.) He would quickly denounce his childhood of anything of great importance or excitement, but he is most likely just trying to avoid any suspicion. His family owned and operated a rather large ranch which took up the majority of the southern side of town, mostly made up of longhorn cattle (a remnant of his grandfather's days as a Texas rancher) and Tennessee Walker horses, all blue ribbon animals. The family's strong reputation for high quality livestock was only part of the origin of the family fortune; Tito's great-grandfather had been one of the lucky few to strike it rich during the California Gold Rush and had used the money to invest in oil and cattle back in his native state of Texas. The Rodriguez clan had branched out and settled mainly in Texas, California, South Dakota, and Tennessee, all continuing the family business in ranching... and doing a great job of it.
Tito spent his first few years growing up practically in the barns, helping wherever he could, caring for the horses, crying uncontrollably whenever any of the cattle were sent off for slaughter, avoiding the chicken pen like the plague, and bumming tractor rides from his father (or older brother, whenever a joy ride was possible). While he was never the bravest child, he did have an adventurous spirit from an early age, although he tended to go running back home to his mother whenever he got in over his head. (Which was often. In his opinion, at least.) Even though Tito loved playing and helping on the ranch, he loved being around his mom and sister even more. Being the baby of the family, his mom was only too willing to let him go ahead and hang around the kitchen with her and help her with the cooking, which tended to be in ridiculously huge portions to feed both the family and the ranch hands. And so, Tito grew to a seven year old boy, scrawny but cheerful, perpetually covered in dust and dirt until time came for helping Mom, when he could get squeaky clean in a great hurry.
And then the family went camping in the Appalachian Mountains when he was seven and a half.
During the camping trip, Tito went with his brother for a walk in the woods, crying at Guillermo nearly the entire time that he'd better not shoot squirrels or birds with his B.B. gun. Guillermo, for his part, was happily tormenting his little brother by aiming at any furry or feathery little creature to cross their path and yelling "bang!", which may have been why neither of them noticed the wolf coming up from behind until it had already seized Tito in its jaws. He panicked, too terrified to do much other than scream, but his brother made good use of the B.B. gun as a blunt weapon, swinging the butt of it down into the wolf's skull with a sickening crack. The beast let go with a yelp and whirled towards Guillermo, but the noise had drawn the attention of the rest of the family. With one shotgun round unloaded from their father's gun, the wolf was dead and the boys were safe.
It was a long night. The family packed up camp immediately, bundling the wolf carcass into a tarp to bring it with them for testing in case of rabies, Tito bundled in every coat or jacket they had as he kept shivering from blood loss. The next few days were spent in the hospital, blood transfusions, shots, stitches, and tests taking up much of Tito's time. All tests came out negative and Tito was given a clear bill of health.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that it was found that the wolf may not have had rabies, but it definitely wasn't disease-free. Tito spent that night locked in a kennel with a muzzle on, whining the night away, tail tucked firmly between his legs.
The family, already very close-knit, became even closer as they went on to try to find any kind of cure for Tito's sudden lycanthropy, only to find nothing. Tito's already fairly timid nature only worsened as a slew of new fears sank down on him: a paralyzing fear of big dogs and wolves, a sudden intense aversion to meat (at least while human-shaped), and an absolute bone-chilling dread of the moon. He tried to keep to himself on the ranch and away from others at first, but the kids from a nearby neighborhood eventually lured him out of his shell and made friends. It was at this point that Tito began a lifelong near-obsession with making friends with everyone and making sure that everyone liked him. Terrified that others would find out about his secret, he tried to make himself valuable enough to his friends that they wouldn't abandon him in the event that they ever found out.
They never did, but he also never stopped being so eager to please that his sister Maria jokingly told him he was a were-retriever more than a werewolf. Tito was not terribly amused.
Childhood faded into teenage years, with Tito skittishly avoiding things like school dances or sleepovers, getting shoved into lockers on an almost daily basis, and basically trying to shrink into the background. Somehow, he managed to graduate without being duct-taped to a football goal post during the ceremony. He tried attending college at first, interested in a veterinary medicine degree, but dropped out once he figured out that he had to have a roommate and that no amount of money from his family could fix that problem.
Retreating once more into his family's welcoming and forgiving arms, Tito went back to the family ranch and has been working there ever since. Occasionally, he goes out travelling to try to find a cure from witch doctors in New Orleans or Navajo healers in Arizona, but so far, no dice. (Although he has discovered an unfortunately high percentage of them waiting with silver daggers rather than healing potions when he walks through the door.) Luckily, he has some sturdy locks on his bedroom door and windows and a nice, fluffy dog bed to curl up in until his symptoms pass. And rawhide bones to chew. Never underestimate a good rawhide chew.
Personality: Above and beyond all, Tito wants to be liked. He has always been a very sociable person, but ever since his run-in with the wolf, he's had an almost obsessive desire to make sure that people like him. If people like him, he figures, they're less likely to show up with silver bullets once they catch wind of his monthly transformations. That said, he's not incredibly outgoing... he's honestly rather timid. Scary movies make him cringe backward and hide behind pillows/buckets of popcorn and any mention of ghosts will have him making the sign of the Cross. He's afraid of a wide range of things, but his most prominent are the moon, big dogs, wolves, silver, and hurting anyone or anything. He also really hates chickens, although that's more of a fear bordering on a personal vendetta. Also, it strikes the fear of God into him to be called "Francisco". He maintains that he's only ever called that if he's in big trouble.
Aside from being a scaredy-cat, though, Tito is normally very cheerful and incredibly affectionate towards his friends and family. He has a good sense of humor, although his tends to be self-deprecating. He's very attached to his family and will happily go on about how great they are if anyone gets him on the subject; they've always been close-knit, but their problems ever since his fateful camping trip have made his entire family his own personal set of heroes. His willingness to go out on a limb to help them extends to his friends, although Tito's brand of "fighting to defend someone" is closer to flailing punches with his eyes squeezed shut. He's very loyal and very proud of his friends, as well, more often than not holding them as infinitely more important and interesting than he is.
Tito also has very great attention to detail, which helps him with his favorite hobby of building models, but unfortunately just makes him look like something of a nerd to just about anyone else. (Any accusation along those lines would most likely just make him laugh and admit, "Yeah, I guess you're right.") He likes to cook, although he tends to cook in large portions and isn't too good at making anything that wasn't in his mother's repetoire. He absolutely adores country music and loves to sing along, and honestly doesn't have too bad of a singing voice. It's just that he sings country and that most people start telling him to shut up because it's country. He's also very good with animals, albeit not big dogs or chickens. He has a way with cattle and horses especially, having grown up around them and having been so involved with them. He does, however, have a tendency to get bitten by dogs of all sizes, which leads to him being naturally wary of anything canine. As for the chickens, they like to peck the hell out of him whenever he gets close.
Tito has never had any kind of romantic relationship, mainly because it was his idea not to. It's better not to get into such things when you're never sure a) how the other person will react to news that you're a werewolf and b) when you might have to spend the night in a kennel. Well, okay, you know if the latter is going to happen, but it's still horribly inconvenient. He's sure if anyone ever finds out about his lycanthropy and doesn't care about it and still is interested in a relationship, that'll be enough for him. Nothing else would really matter, be it gender, appearance, religion, or anything else.
While wolf-shaped, Tito isn't all that much different. He's the omega of the pack, so to speak, and even though he still has a strain of typical werewolf aggression in him, it's also entirely possible to just yell at him if he's charging to attack to make him turn around and run away. If he doesn't have anything else to chew, he will bite himself, making himself even more pitiful-looking, but he is usually very careful to keep an abundance of rawhide bones and chew toys around just for that reason. He's a very quiet werewolf, normally just curling up in his dog bed after the first few hours of restless energy. If he's not in his room for the transformation - which he is normally very, very intent on doing - he does get a bit more wild and aggressive... but, again, he's easily cowed.
Even when he's human-shaped, Tito has very keen senses, especially smell, and this has led him to being a little weird about some things. High-pitched noises make him twitchy and restless. Dirty laundry is never allowed to sit for more than a day or two. Trash gets taken out every night. His room is always very clean, albeit very covered in wolf fur. He takes very long showers (because oh god why does he never stop smelling of dog). He also gets very twitchy around butcher shops or the meat section in the grocery store, even though he is a vegetarian whenever he can help it.
Also, he has a love/hate relationship with chocolate. He's always had a sweet tooth, but ever since he was bitten, he can't eat chocolate without getting very sick. Woe is him.
Strengths:
Physical: Even though he is particularly scrawny, Tito does have a wiry kind of strength. He's used to hauling hay bales, saddles, sick newborn calves or foals, truck tires, you name it. He's also very quick on his feet, possibly from years of needing to know just the right moment to book it and bail out under a fence when the bull (or stallion) is finally just too angry. Otherwise, Tito isn't much to wonder at, physically. Unless he's a wolf for the day, then he has the typical physical strengths of a wolf, although with a few added bonuses: a much stronger bite than the average wolf, ability to walk on his hind legs for a decent amount of time without losing balance, and additional speed over what the average wolf can achieve.
Mental: Very good at math. Close attention to detail. He's a very quick thinker in a pinch, although his quick processing usually leads him to the conclusion of "run away very fast." He's a quick learner, and once he's learned something, he holds onto that skill tremendously well. Eager to learn, although again, his skittish personality tends to back him down from anything more in-depth than extensive library research. Great memory for music. Actually has a very strong sense of will, being able to overcome the wolf's urges and instincts and still be (mostly) in control of himself when wolf-shaped. He doesn't realize that this feat requires as much mental strength as it does, just writing it off as pure luck.
Emotional: Close familial bonds have led Tito to be a very supportive friend. He's always willing to put aside his own problems (as much as he can, anyway) to help a friend. Squeamish as he is, he'll put up with just about anything if it means getting a friend out of a tight spot. He's a great listener and normally very patient, although in days close to the full moon, he can get a little more impatient. Overall a great person to have around for emotional support and backup in tough times, even though he might not seem like he would be at first glance.
Weaknesses:
Physical: Very skinny. Bad posture has set him up for some pretty serious spinal problems later on in life, although he's only barely started to feel them. Self-destructive as a wolf if there are no other targets around to chew or bite on, and can do some pretty serious damage to himself if left to it. In the days following a full moon, Tito is typically very weak and very susceptible to catching any illness going around. This goes for human ailments as well as canine, which definitely puts him at a disadvantage until he's fully recovered a few days later.
Mental: Despite a love of learning and his close attention to detail, he's never been a very good student in school, mainly because he is very easily distracted. Any number of things can break his concentration. Has a laundry list of things he's afraid of, and many of these things can be crippling to him. No amount of assurance that the more minor things are nothing to be afraid of can convince him, although many have tried. He has something of a mental block when it comes to dividing Safe Things from Things About To Kill Me.
Emotional: Terrified of losing friends or loved ones, mostly due to the fact that he's a werewolf. Very dependent on others to feel any sort of self-worth, and has serious doubts that he's worth much of anything on his own. Clingy with family. Very jumpy about life in general, and tends to stick close to comfort zones in all senses. The grown-up equivalent of a kid who always carried a security blanket around with him.
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Wing Color: Golden brown and white; look very similar to a brown falcon's wings.
Physical Appearance: Tito is a very unassuming sort of person. Standing only five feet, five inches tall, he typically appears even shorter because of his bad habit of slouching down and shrinking back around strangers. (Around close friends, however, he does stand up straight.) He has always been a little on the scrawny side in all senses of the word... without a shirt on, it's painfully obvious that he doesn't eat much from the fact that there is a faint outline of his ribs plainly visible. Also, on his left side, there is a jagged and still angry-looking scar in the shape of a set of wolf jaws locked around his shoulder. Of course, that's a sight that doesn't come up very often; Tito tends to wear clothes a few sizes too large for him and so ends up looking like he's lost in a tent most of the time. To be fair, though, he does wear nice clothes - button-down shirts and khakis are his favorites - but said nice clothes are definitely too big for him. His shoes always look chewed-up, though. This is a source of constant misery, along with the fact that his nice ironed shirts and slacks are always covered in dog hair.
Tito's hair is very shaggy and such a dark shade of brown that it may as well be black. He tries to keep himself well-groomed and trimmed, but he also can't seem to keep his hair from growing out to the point that it hangs into his eyes. It's never particularly neat, either, and tends to look slightly mussed. His eyes are a chocolate brown which looks almost amber in some light.
Once a month, Tito spends a day or two walking around on four furry legs. (Oh, the joys of being a werewolf.) As a wolf, Tito looks like a cross between a German Shepard and a Grey Wolf, albeit a scrawny one with massive paws. His fur is mostly a mocha brown, save for a black muzzle, black tip of the tail and ears, and a black stripe down his back. Also, he has a pale brown, almost cream-colored belly. He still looks terribly underfed and tends to carry his tail between his legs and his ears sunk down. As a quadruped, Tito stands about three and a half feet high at the shoulder... again, without a slouch. If anyone ever felt like it - not recommended - they could get a close look at his teeth and see that they are definitely longer and sharper than the average wolf's. The same goes for his claws.
History:
Francisco Rodriguez, the youngest of three children, was born to Manuel and Gabriela Rodriguez in the grand and glorious town of Pinehurst, Tennessee, some 35 miles west-southwest of Kingsport, in 1982. (For the record, he isn't even sure where he picked up his nickname of "Tito" anymore... it seems to have been around since before he could even talk.) He would quickly denounce his childhood of anything of great importance or excitement, but he is most likely just trying to avoid any suspicion. His family owned and operated a rather large ranch which took up the majority of the southern side of town, mostly made up of longhorn cattle (a remnant of his grandfather's days as a Texas rancher) and Tennessee Walker horses, all blue ribbon animals. The family's strong reputation for high quality livestock was only part of the origin of the family fortune; Tito's great-grandfather had been one of the lucky few to strike it rich during the California Gold Rush and had used the money to invest in oil and cattle back in his native state of Texas. The Rodriguez clan had branched out and settled mainly in Texas, California, South Dakota, and Tennessee, all continuing the family business in ranching... and doing a great job of it.
Tito spent his first few years growing up practically in the barns, helping wherever he could, caring for the horses, crying uncontrollably whenever any of the cattle were sent off for slaughter, avoiding the chicken pen like the plague, and bumming tractor rides from his father (or older brother, whenever a joy ride was possible). While he was never the bravest child, he did have an adventurous spirit from an early age, although he tended to go running back home to his mother whenever he got in over his head. (Which was often. In his opinion, at least.) Even though Tito loved playing and helping on the ranch, he loved being around his mom and sister even more. Being the baby of the family, his mom was only too willing to let him go ahead and hang around the kitchen with her and help her with the cooking, which tended to be in ridiculously huge portions to feed both the family and the ranch hands. And so, Tito grew to a seven year old boy, scrawny but cheerful, perpetually covered in dust and dirt until time came for helping Mom, when he could get squeaky clean in a great hurry.
And then the family went camping in the Appalachian Mountains when he was seven and a half.
During the camping trip, Tito went with his brother for a walk in the woods, crying at Guillermo nearly the entire time that he'd better not shoot squirrels or birds with his B.B. gun. Guillermo, for his part, was happily tormenting his little brother by aiming at any furry or feathery little creature to cross their path and yelling "bang!", which may have been why neither of them noticed the wolf coming up from behind until it had already seized Tito in its jaws. He panicked, too terrified to do much other than scream, but his brother made good use of the B.B. gun as a blunt weapon, swinging the butt of it down into the wolf's skull with a sickening crack. The beast let go with a yelp and whirled towards Guillermo, but the noise had drawn the attention of the rest of the family. With one shotgun round unloaded from their father's gun, the wolf was dead and the boys were safe.
It was a long night. The family packed up camp immediately, bundling the wolf carcass into a tarp to bring it with them for testing in case of rabies, Tito bundled in every coat or jacket they had as he kept shivering from blood loss. The next few days were spent in the hospital, blood transfusions, shots, stitches, and tests taking up much of Tito's time. All tests came out negative and Tito was given a clear bill of health.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that it was found that the wolf may not have had rabies, but it definitely wasn't disease-free. Tito spent that night locked in a kennel with a muzzle on, whining the night away, tail tucked firmly between his legs.
The family, already very close-knit, became even closer as they went on to try to find any kind of cure for Tito's sudden lycanthropy, only to find nothing. Tito's already fairly timid nature only worsened as a slew of new fears sank down on him: a paralyzing fear of big dogs and wolves, a sudden intense aversion to meat (at least while human-shaped), and an absolute bone-chilling dread of the moon. He tried to keep to himself on the ranch and away from others at first, but the kids from a nearby neighborhood eventually lured him out of his shell and made friends. It was at this point that Tito began a lifelong near-obsession with making friends with everyone and making sure that everyone liked him. Terrified that others would find out about his secret, he tried to make himself valuable enough to his friends that they wouldn't abandon him in the event that they ever found out.
They never did, but he also never stopped being so eager to please that his sister Maria jokingly told him he was a were-retriever more than a werewolf. Tito was not terribly amused.
Childhood faded into teenage years, with Tito skittishly avoiding things like school dances or sleepovers, getting shoved into lockers on an almost daily basis, and basically trying to shrink into the background. Somehow, he managed to graduate without being duct-taped to a football goal post during the ceremony. He tried attending college at first, interested in a veterinary medicine degree, but dropped out once he figured out that he had to have a roommate and that no amount of money from his family could fix that problem.
Retreating once more into his family's welcoming and forgiving arms, Tito went back to the family ranch and has been working there ever since. Occasionally, he goes out travelling to try to find a cure from witch doctors in New Orleans or Navajo healers in Arizona, but so far, no dice. (Although he has discovered an unfortunately high percentage of them waiting with silver daggers rather than healing potions when he walks through the door.) Luckily, he has some sturdy locks on his bedroom door and windows and a nice, fluffy dog bed to curl up in until his symptoms pass. And rawhide bones to chew. Never underestimate a good rawhide chew.
Personality: Above and beyond all, Tito wants to be liked. He has always been a very sociable person, but ever since his run-in with the wolf, he's had an almost obsessive desire to make sure that people like him. If people like him, he figures, they're less likely to show up with silver bullets once they catch wind of his monthly transformations. That said, he's not incredibly outgoing... he's honestly rather timid. Scary movies make him cringe backward and hide behind pillows/buckets of popcorn and any mention of ghosts will have him making the sign of the Cross. He's afraid of a wide range of things, but his most prominent are the moon, big dogs, wolves, silver, and hurting anyone or anything. He also really hates chickens, although that's more of a fear bordering on a personal vendetta. Also, it strikes the fear of God into him to be called "Francisco". He maintains that he's only ever called that if he's in big trouble.
Aside from being a scaredy-cat, though, Tito is normally very cheerful and incredibly affectionate towards his friends and family. He has a good sense of humor, although his tends to be self-deprecating. He's very attached to his family and will happily go on about how great they are if anyone gets him on the subject; they've always been close-knit, but their problems ever since his fateful camping trip have made his entire family his own personal set of heroes. His willingness to go out on a limb to help them extends to his friends, although Tito's brand of "fighting to defend someone" is closer to flailing punches with his eyes squeezed shut. He's very loyal and very proud of his friends, as well, more often than not holding them as infinitely more important and interesting than he is.
Tito also has very great attention to detail, which helps him with his favorite hobby of building models, but unfortunately just makes him look like something of a nerd to just about anyone else. (Any accusation along those lines would most likely just make him laugh and admit, "Yeah, I guess you're right.") He likes to cook, although he tends to cook in large portions and isn't too good at making anything that wasn't in his mother's repetoire. He absolutely adores country music and loves to sing along, and honestly doesn't have too bad of a singing voice. It's just that he sings country and that most people start telling him to shut up because it's country. He's also very good with animals, albeit not big dogs or chickens. He has a way with cattle and horses especially, having grown up around them and having been so involved with them. He does, however, have a tendency to get bitten by dogs of all sizes, which leads to him being naturally wary of anything canine. As for the chickens, they like to peck the hell out of him whenever he gets close.
Tito has never had any kind of romantic relationship, mainly because it was his idea not to. It's better not to get into such things when you're never sure a) how the other person will react to news that you're a werewolf and b) when you might have to spend the night in a kennel. Well, okay, you know if the latter is going to happen, but it's still horribly inconvenient. He's sure if anyone ever finds out about his lycanthropy and doesn't care about it and still is interested in a relationship, that'll be enough for him. Nothing else would really matter, be it gender, appearance, religion, or anything else.
While wolf-shaped, Tito isn't all that much different. He's the omega of the pack, so to speak, and even though he still has a strain of typical werewolf aggression in him, it's also entirely possible to just yell at him if he's charging to attack to make him turn around and run away. If he doesn't have anything else to chew, he will bite himself, making himself even more pitiful-looking, but he is usually very careful to keep an abundance of rawhide bones and chew toys around just for that reason. He's a very quiet werewolf, normally just curling up in his dog bed after the first few hours of restless energy. If he's not in his room for the transformation - which he is normally very, very intent on doing - he does get a bit more wild and aggressive... but, again, he's easily cowed.
Even when he's human-shaped, Tito has very keen senses, especially smell, and this has led him to being a little weird about some things. High-pitched noises make him twitchy and restless. Dirty laundry is never allowed to sit for more than a day or two. Trash gets taken out every night. His room is always very clean, albeit very covered in wolf fur. He takes very long showers (because oh god why does he never stop smelling of dog). He also gets very twitchy around butcher shops or the meat section in the grocery store, even though he is a vegetarian whenever he can help it.
Also, he has a love/hate relationship with chocolate. He's always had a sweet tooth, but ever since he was bitten, he can't eat chocolate without getting very sick. Woe is him.
Strengths:
Physical: Even though he is particularly scrawny, Tito does have a wiry kind of strength. He's used to hauling hay bales, saddles, sick newborn calves or foals, truck tires, you name it. He's also very quick on his feet, possibly from years of needing to know just the right moment to book it and bail out under a fence when the bull (or stallion) is finally just too angry. Otherwise, Tito isn't much to wonder at, physically. Unless he's a wolf for the day, then he has the typical physical strengths of a wolf, although with a few added bonuses: a much stronger bite than the average wolf, ability to walk on his hind legs for a decent amount of time without losing balance, and additional speed over what the average wolf can achieve.
Mental: Very good at math. Close attention to detail. He's a very quick thinker in a pinch, although his quick processing usually leads him to the conclusion of "run away very fast." He's a quick learner, and once he's learned something, he holds onto that skill tremendously well. Eager to learn, although again, his skittish personality tends to back him down from anything more in-depth than extensive library research. Great memory for music. Actually has a very strong sense of will, being able to overcome the wolf's urges and instincts and still be (mostly) in control of himself when wolf-shaped. He doesn't realize that this feat requires as much mental strength as it does, just writing it off as pure luck.
Emotional: Close familial bonds have led Tito to be a very supportive friend. He's always willing to put aside his own problems (as much as he can, anyway) to help a friend. Squeamish as he is, he'll put up with just about anything if it means getting a friend out of a tight spot. He's a great listener and normally very patient, although in days close to the full moon, he can get a little more impatient. Overall a great person to have around for emotional support and backup in tough times, even though he might not seem like he would be at first glance.
Weaknesses:
Physical: Very skinny. Bad posture has set him up for some pretty serious spinal problems later on in life, although he's only barely started to feel them. Self-destructive as a wolf if there are no other targets around to chew or bite on, and can do some pretty serious damage to himself if left to it. In the days following a full moon, Tito is typically very weak and very susceptible to catching any illness going around. This goes for human ailments as well as canine, which definitely puts him at a disadvantage until he's fully recovered a few days later.
Mental: Despite a love of learning and his close attention to detail, he's never been a very good student in school, mainly because he is very easily distracted. Any number of things can break his concentration. Has a laundry list of things he's afraid of, and many of these things can be crippling to him. No amount of assurance that the more minor things are nothing to be afraid of can convince him, although many have tried. He has something of a mental block when it comes to dividing Safe Things from Things About To Kill Me.
Emotional: Terrified of losing friends or loved ones, mostly due to the fact that he's a werewolf. Very dependent on others to feel any sort of self-worth, and has serious doubts that he's worth much of anything on his own. Clingy with family. Very jumpy about life in general, and tends to stick close to comfort zones in all senses. The grown-up equivalent of a kid who always carried a security blanket around with him.