Fantasy Blessing of the Moon | Character Sheets

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Bruce isn't accepted?

Accepted Characters:
@reamy
@LooneyLani

 

[ACasualBrit]

Bruce isn't accepted?

Sorry, I'd forgotten to add your name to the list cause you were already in the Discord.

 

[L46R4T]

Name:
Novaris (Nova) Sol

Age:
Recently reached 18

Born werewolf or infected?:
He was born a werewolf

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.): Nova is a quiet and even somewhat antisocial person when he is first met. However, When he warms up to someone he is the so sweet and loves to joke and play around like an over grown pup. Most of the time he can be found in his wolf form, shying away from all but a select few humans and playing in the river.

Significant Moments:


Family:
-Npc (Parents dead)

-Evelyn Kelsei (Sister lives in Galsestorm- PockyPanda )

Relationships:

Human Form:


Wolf Form:

Role:
1. Scout
2. Nurse
3. Healer

Pack History:
Novaris had lived in the Galestorm pack up until his parents were killed. He decided to leave his pack and sister as a result and searched for a quieter place to stay. He changed his last name to hide from his family before finding and joining Rivercrest hoping to have a more peaceful existence.

Power:
Dream Walker-

He is able to leave his body in a spiritual form. When he does his body is left unconscious and vulnerable. If anyone in the area his spirit is in pays enough attention he can be tracked by the faint shimmer this form gives off. He risks death the longer he is in this form. When like this certain herbs such as sage or warding stones can prevent him from entering certain areas that are protected or even prevent him from returning to his body if someone finds it and uses such methods. These items can also be used to harm his spiritual form directly which will prevent him from using it again for a few days to a month as it heals.

 

[Maskruelty]

Name: Lyla Monroe

Age: 25

Born werewolf or infected?: Born

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.):
Lyla is a quiet girl, after a childhood where she was forced to be tucked away often she found that being silent served her well more often than not. She spent much of her time people-watching out of her bedroom window making up lives and stories for all of the passerby. Watching became sketching and even evolved into small graphic novels. It was her escape from the shouting outside her door. The fights were always about her and her - illegitimacy. Her father called her a beast, but she often thought it was the other way around. There was no other way to describe a man who kept a child locked up. Despite the cruelty of her parents Lyla was a kind soul although she had a deep seated resentment toward humans.

Significant Moments:
Lyla was born to human parents, a product of her mothers' affair. She can only assume the woman had no idea the true nature of the man she was bedding. After Lyla's first shift her father locked her away. Not to protect her or others, but to protect his own reputation. It didn't take long for her parent's screaming matches to turn violent. Lyla's mother held on for as long as she could, but to save her marriage and possibly even herself she promised her husband that she would get rid of the "abomination." Lyla was 7 years old when her mother took her out to the desert region, a three hour drive from her childhood home, and left her with nothing more than a backpack with a few days worth of food and water. The wretched woman didn't even have tears in her eyes as she turned from Lyla and headed back to her broken marriage.

Family:
Mother- (Human) Whereabouts unknown
Father- (Human) Whereabouts unknown

Relationships:
Colby Monroe- Husband NanLia
Lisa Monroe- Daughter

Human Form:

Spoiler: Tattoos

Wolf Form:

Role:
1. Scout
2. Healer
3. Enforcer

Pack History:
Lyla had nearly run out of her pack of rations and, without being familiar with shifting at will, she was weak and malnourished. As the sun dropped and the temperature with it Lyla was sure she was hallucinating the small group of wolves sauntering toward her. Their gait was malicious at first but the wolf that lead stopped the others in their tracks. It was an air of curiosity that seemed to urge the leaders next steps. Before her eyes the wolf turned into a human. The stranger inched toward her with an outstretched hand. Lyla attempted to speak to the figure but before she could manage her whole world went black. When she awoke she was in a bed and felt like she had regained much of her strength. It was then she was introduced to the pack called Dawnguard. It was there that she found her place and her purpose. Within the pack Lyla honed her art becoming a tattoo artist for those of her kind.


Power:
Pyrokinesis- She has the ability to manipulate and control fire her range is extremely limited not being able to cast a flame more than 10 meters. With great effort she can create fire but it isn't likely that she can in the heat of a moment (could improve with practice).

 

[Cosmos]

Name:
River O'Connor

Age:
24

Born werewolf or infected?:
Born

Gender:
Female

Pronouns:
She/Her

Sexuality:
Biromantic Heterosexual (Attracted to all genders, but only sexually attracted to men)

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.):
River has a strong sense of bond with her 'family', the description carrying over to the entire pack on part of her fathers upbringing to the girl. She's always happy to lend a helping hand and work wherever she may be needed alongside her scout duties. She's a friendly and relaxed girl with a big-sister type aura to her, not afraid to show who's boss if someone she's close with messes up but would also very well take a blow to the face in return to protect them. She's not exactly 'smart' and can be rather oblivious to things in her own goofball way, but does have street smarts. Never having gone to proper school has lead mostly to this, but as long as you don't ask her to read a long book or do any long division math you should be right. She's feisty with a short temper and isn't one to factor in if they're injured, sick or even pregnant as she currently is, often leading to others needing to step in before she hurts either herself or someone else.

Significant Moments:
Her fathers fishing trip incident. Her discovery of being pregnant four months ago, now six months along and clearly not entirely sure about the situation, and refusing to spill who the father is.

Family:
Mother- Alive, However in Ireland.
Father- Missing, presumed deceased.
Younger brother- NPC in Rivercrest pack (unless claimed)

Relationships:
// Will fill out once discussed with other memebers

Human Form:
River is a natural reddish brunette who occasionally will dye her hair a more fearsome shade of the fiery color. Her eyes are an eye catching combo of yellowish-green (Ignore reference pictures red ones). She wears her hair often as down below giving it little special treatment besides a regular shower and shampoo, preferring having it short as to keep things low maintenance and out of her way whilst she works. She often wear hoodies/sweaters even in warmer weather as she gets cold easily, and can typically be found in shorts of tracksuit pants. Overall a laid back look for a naturally pretty girl albeit a tad scruffy.


Wolf Form:
River's wolf form is fairly decent statured wolf with a long, dark brown reddish coloration. She has some lighter markings adorning her face and some subtle patched near her feet, muzzle and inner ears with a lighter grey tone of fur. Her eyes are a vivid yellow-green.


Role:
1. Lead Scout
2. Scout
3. Beta

Pack History:
River was born into Rivercrest and raised with the strong values of family and the strength of the pack being instilled in her. She grew up in the fishing town with plenty of human interaction and therefore holds no stigma towards the fellow species they share their land with. Her father being the Beta did put a little pressure on the girl, but this was mostly just something she mentally forced on herself than anything others said. Her mother moved back to Ireland shortly after having her younger brother, Her father not all too bothered by the divorce as he was fairly loose with romance, it wouldn't surprise him he often said if she had other siblings out there somewhere. A cheerful and strong man he worked hard in the fishing industry and to support his pack and by extension, large family. Sadly he's been missing for just under a year now after a freak storm during a fishing trip.

Power:
'Charge'- River has the ability to boost her strength drastically for a two minute duration, able to focus the energy into her fists, feet or even head (if she really wanted to head slam someone at her own risk). It causes a massive boost to the muscles much like an adrenaline rush and she struggles to focus on anything to destroying her opponent during that time, leaving her vulnerable to other attacks or being caught offguard once it finishes. Once done it leaves her body parts 'boosted' sore and at about 15-20% weaker than her usual standard stregnth.

 

[Enlightenment]

Hello! I was wondering if the wolves are going to be regularly sized wolves or larger sort of like Twilight's wolves?

 

[ACasualBrit]

Hello! I was wondering if the wolves are going to be regularly sized wolves or larger sort of like Twilight's wolves?

They're just a bit larger than the average wolf but probably not as big as the Twilight ones.

 

[NanLia]

Spoiler: Vixen - Ironclaw - Human Companion

Name:

Sienna Bates
"Vixen"

Age:
27

Born werewolf or infected?:
Vixen is still very much human.

Gender:
Female

Pronouns:
She/Her

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:
Aloof, distant, calculating. Vixen, the name she chooses to go by, isn't chatty and doesn't make attempts to get to know the pack members. Being the only human living amongst the Ironclaw pack makes her unusual, to say the least. She hasn't befriended anyone and really only speaks with other pack member while at work or while out with Lucien.

Significant Moments:
Born and raised by low ranking members of a human mob syndicate "Vixen" is no stranger to a wide variety of crime. From rare animals to precious jewels, Vixen has stolen, bartered or sold it all.

Vixens's most memorable moment was the day she crossed paths with Lucien and learned what it was to be on his bad side.

Family:
Father - Miles Briggs - NPC
Mother - Sierra Bates, deceased

Relationships:
Significant Other - Lucien, Alpha

Role:
None

Employment:
She works at the Silver Dagger, Ironclaw's seedy bar and performance hall. She manages new talent weekly, sets up and coordinates inventory and brokers deals with humans that may come and enjoy the show. Vixen has also coined the name of this bar as the "Dirty Dagger" much to her own amusement.

Pack History:
Vixen has only been with the pack for just over six months.

Power:
Compel - Vixen has the ability to use her voice to compel people into doing things she wants them to. Her voice changes, turning harmonic like a siren, hypnotizing the victim into agreeing with her. It has limitations, as she has discovered. She can’t force someone into an act they would never consider. She couldn’t make a good man kill and she couldn’t make a mean man kind. But she can nudge and coax them into doing something they may have considered but haven’t acted on it.

The unfortunate draw back to this is after she uses this power she is deafened. There is no knowing how long it could last for, at times it has been minutes, other times months before she could hear again.

Vixen recently learned that her power also doesn’t work on werewolves.​

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[ACasualBrit]

• Lucian Bates - Ironclaw - Alpha
• Georgi King - Dawnguard - Scout
• Ford Darwin - Rivercrest - Ex-Enforcer

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  playing: Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister
  
  
  Lucian Bates

  Ironclaw | Alpha | Male | 31 | Bisexual

  Born or Infected:
  Born
  
  Personality:
  At first glance, Lucian seems to be a normal, if not aloof gentleman. His clothes are always pressed and his hair elegantly quaffed. And yet, there is also always something off. Whether it be the hidden tint of red stains on the cuffs of his shirts or the twisted gleam in his eyes. He speaks fluently, with a matter-of-fact air to his words that encourage you to believe every word. Yet the sense of danger never seems to leave the back of your mind when he's around. This isn't to say he's heartless.
  
  You could argue that Lucian has an excess of emotions, so many thoughts and feelings that he surpasses the threshold of mania to a state of pure clarity. This is true for the most part, except for the times where his façade cracks and the true light of his disturbia is revealed.
  
  Early Life
  
  Lucian Bates was born to an estranged mother and a father plagued by denial. He was a runt within the Galestorm pack, a loner amongst the other pups and rejected by the man that had helped bring him into this world. For ten years Lucian grew up questioning why he didn’t belong, listening to his mother’s more and more twisted tales about his father.
  
  The young Bates decided to take it upon himself, not wanting to believe part of him came from someone that had caused his mother so much pain. He confronted his father, demanding that he acknowledge him as his son but instead, he was reminded of how his mother was sick in the head and he was never supposed to be born. This was the first time Lucian ever felt rage, embarrassment which fuelled the flames in his eyes. Even then, the man confessed to have a part in his creation but not before his wife walked in, overhearing the heated exchange. She wasn’t just any wife. She was the wife of the alpha, Ayren, and it was now known that the alpha had a bastard son with the pack crazy.
  
  Wanting to keep the knowledge of the sordid affair hidden, the alpha and his wife agreed to keep Lucian away from their daughter and the other pups. The young Safa was barely older than her half brother and the two had played together briefly during their childhood but that was never to happen again. Lucian and his mother were exiled to the outermost territories, never to see the others again. It could barely be said that the two lived together, more so that they clawed their way at survival for months, feeding into each other’s instability. Lucian’s mother convinced him that he was the true heir and that she was supposed to be at the side of the alpha. He believed it. Not out of entitlement… But for revenge. Ayren had taken everything from him… His mother, his family… His chance at living a normal life.
  
  A Dish Best Served Cold
  
  And so began Lucian’s descent into treachery. Using nothing but his words, Lucian built his mother into the ticking time bomb that would blow apart the alpha and his family. He moulded her into something that would leave no trace that he was responsible. And so came the day where Lucian’s plan would fall into place.
  
  It was Safa Townsend’s thirteenth birthday, a milestone for the pack and their young alpha to be. Her parents were there, both proud and ignorant of the dangers that lurked ahead. The Bates hadn’t been invited but they showed up quietly, offering an olive branch to the Townsends and mingling again with old ‘friends’. During the festivities, the alpha and his wife joined the group for a toast and it was then that Lucian’s plan took hold.
  
  Crazed with the fuel Lucian had fed her, his mother became enraged, slaughtering the alpha’s wife in front of the crowd. She never took her eyes off of Ayren. A low whisper came from Lucian as he watched, willing her to finish what they had started. As quickly as she had pounced, Lucian’s mother withdrew from the crowd, brandishing a knife and slicing open her own throat. The two women laid on the ground of the Galestorm party, both betrayed by the same man that had failed both his children. At least, that’s how Lucian saw it.
  
  Safa had been quickly removed from the scene when Lucian’s mother first made her move and so had been spared from the horrors of that day. But for Lucian, it remained burned into his mind like an engraved movie. One that he watched to help him get to sleep.
  
  The Start of the End
  
  There was no trial around Joslin’s death. There had been numerous witnesses to her murder and even though Ayren knew Lucian had been the puppeteer, he was unable to convince the others without revealing his dark secret about the boy’s sire. This time, Lucian was chased out by the enforcers and their alpha, threatened with death if he were to ever step foot back onto Galestorm territory. And that was how he wound up travelling across the concrete river to the Ironclaw boundary.
  
  At what should be a tender age, a thirteen-year-old Lucian found himself cold and looking for somewhere to stay. He was homeless for months before he was found by an unsuspecting Garrett Ryland, the alpha of Ironclaw and father to Kane Ryland.
  
  Garrett, despite his reputation, was kind – or foolish – and took Lucian back to the pack to live with his family. It was there that Lucian grew up along side Kane and learnt the ways of a beta. They were both well respected and Lucian was even liked by some. It had seemed that here his sadistic nature didn’t stick out as much as it did back home. But much like home, Lucian wasn’t satisfied. He saw weakness here.
  
  History Repeating Itself
  
  Vincent Montgomery – Vince to his friends – was the beta to Kane’s father. He was a strong man with little between his ears. He acted as an uncle figure to the two boys, filling in when the alpha was busy. He talked about how he would change things around once Garrett retired. It was this emotion that Lucian latched on to.
  
  While Kane was with his father, Lucian would visit Vince and talk to him. Whisper vicious encouragement into his ear and stoke the fire in his heart to take the alpha role for himself. Of course, Lucian could have waited until Garrett’s natural time to pass… But once again, a legitimate heir stood in his way. For three years, Lucian worked on Vince like a machine, tinkering his thoughts until he was resentful of Garrett and raring to kill.
  
  This time there was no elaborate setting, no show for the rest of the pack. Instead, Lucian ran to Garrett, claiming Kane was in danger. And like any good father, he rushed to his aid. Only, there was no emergency. There was no child in danger. Only Vince and a rising river. It didn’t take long for the two wolves to battle, resulting in Garrett drowning in the rapids and Vince to be seen dragging his body out onto the bank. Lucian brought the pack to the scene, telling tales of how Vince had jumped in to try and save him but it had been too late. He made Vince a hero. The next alpha.
  
  House of the Rising Sun
  
  It was this exchange that landed Vince in Lucian’s debt. For the next fifteen years, Lucian shifted his gaze from Vince to Kane, and whittled away at his confidence. He had to be sure that when the time came for a new alpha, he wouldn’t be challenged. Vince stepped down once Lucian had built up enough of a following to rightfully be an asset to the pack. The announcement came as a shock to everyone but with Kane benched to the role of Beta, Lucian took to being an alpha like a fish to water.
  
  After two months in the role, Lucian’s power seemed to questioned amongst other wolves, even from outside packs. And although nobody outwardly challenged him, he hated feeling out of control. That’s when he met Vixen. The one person who seemed as conniving as he was. With her by his side, the doubts ebbed away and the deviants regained control.
  
  Family:
  Mother: Wendy Bates - Manic, disturbed, obsessive (Deceased)
  Father: Ayren Townsend - Absent, obtuse (Deceased)
  Adoptive Father: Garrett Ryland - Strong, fair (Deceased)
  Adoptive Mother: Amber Ryland - Vacant, withdrawn, trusting.
  Adoptive Brother: Kane Ryland - Compassionate, conflicted, doubtful | Maskruelty
  Half Sister: Safa Townsend - Headstrong, ambitious, naive | NanLia
  
  Relationships:
  Vixen Bates - Lover | NanLia
  
  
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  playing: Waves by Dean Lewis
  
  
  Georgi King

  Dawnguard | Scout | Gender Fluid | 24 | Pansexual

  Born or Infected:
  Georgi was born a werewolf to two human parents.
  
  Personality:
  Georgi is known throughout the island as the outgoing and energetic type, bouncing from pack to pack with a smile. Her optimism hasn't always been as spritely and those that have known her long enough will know that this bubbly exterior has darkness buried deep below it. King has a love for socialising and rarely spends time on her own, driving or running between communes in order to visit friends or deliver messages. Although not a big drinker, Georgi battles with her own addictions which peak through when intoxicated. Because of this, she tends to disappear on nights out on the town, only to return somehow more alert and buoyant than before.
  
  Biography:
  
  Early Life
  Unlike most of her friends, Georgi was born to two human parents without a werewolf influence. The wonders of how her birth came to be has baffled her and others with most arriving at the conclusion that her mother hadn't been faithful. It was something Georgi had never believed, her parents had been smitten with each other and her. It was easy to see that her childhood was loving and memorable for all the right reasons.
  
  King's first transformation was a surprise to everyone and had occurred at school when her best friend was being bullied. She hadn't meant to and eight-year-old Georgi was horrified at what she had done. The attack hadn't been serious, the bully leaving the playground with no more than a scraped knee from running away and tripping on his laces. None of the teachers had witnessed the incident and when they were told about what happened, they dismissed it as an imaginative game of chase.
  
  Georgi went home and told her parents what had happened and did her best to show them what she had turned into. They hadn't believed her until her eyes filled with tears and her body shifted into a quivering pup. The Kings were caring people and didn't turn their daughter away. Instead, they did their best to help her control her turns and emotions. Her mother spent hours researching folklore only to find nothing but estranged myths and what sounded like manic sightings. They eventually stumbled across the influence of purified silver and how it could be used to suppress a wolf's powers.
  
  Happy Birthday
  
  For her fifteenth birthday, Georgi received a beautifully woven leather bracelet. It had metallic clasps that allowed the garment to be worn as a cuff and in the right lighting, it seemed to shine with an iridescent light. The moment she put it on, she knew something was wrong and her heart thundered in her chest. Something burned from her wrist all the way up her arm and into her spine. She felt sick and every fibre of her body wanted to split apart, anything to get away from the ornament now locked around her arm.
  
  Her parents could see her suffering and they pulled her close, explaining what was happening. The soothing strokes and soft reassurance calmed her down, realising that this was for the safety of herself and those she loved. Georgi accepted the bracelet and even asked to keep it on when her parents suggested removing it when she was at home. She just wanted to keep her friends safe. The silver bindings in the bracelet rendered Georgi's powers useless and that suppressed her ability to shift or lose control. A great asset in her eyes. However, there was a catch to keeping something so powerful buried for so long.
  
  Just Another Manic Monday
  
  It had a year since Georgi had gotten her bracelet and she treasured it. Not a day had gone by where she hadn't worn it and by now, the burning sensation had become nothing but a minor nuisance. That was until one day she was forced awake by an agonising pain that consumed her whole body. It felt that every inch of her was on fire and her eyes streamed with tears as she screamed for her parents. As they came running to her aid, fumbling with the grips of the bracelet, the cuff clattered to the floor.
  
  Everything happened so quickly that even Georgi struggles to fully recall the next few moments. It felt that as soon as the silver fell from her arm, something tore itself out of Georgi's body. It threw her body forward and like that first transformation, King was a passenger in her own body. All she can remember are the gaping mouths of her parents as she ripped their heads from their shoulders. She screamed and begged someone to make it stop but her cries went unanswered. Only the empty replies of the now deathly silence room where she stood, coated in blood and soaked with sweat.
  
  Scrambling to find her bracelet, Georgi fastened it around her wrist and laid down amidst the bodies of her parents. Her whimpering pleas for them to wake up were fruitless as the light of day faded and night cast a dark shadow over the once blossoming family.
  
  Changes
  
  Georgi left her family home after a few weeks of just sitting in the empty hallway, staring at her bedroom door, now locked as though it would change something. She wondered the streets for a while, finding herself taking whatever she could get to numb the pain that throbbed in her heart. It didn't take long for her to rely on a drug to make her forget about what she had done. Cocaine became more vital than food in the next few months and it seemed to make her happier with each pill. She dove into the world of partying and even crossed paths with the Ironclaw pack, finding that they stored enough coke in their small warehouse to keep her in a state of euphoria indefinitely.
  
  Yet the memory of her parents and the disappointment on their faces if they could see her like this made King take a long look at herself in the mirror. Something had to change. She had to get control of herself. Her travels found her in the desert, willing the sun to sweat out the toxins in her body. For days, she forced herself to wonder the desert in the hopes that either something would fix her or she would keel over. There was no food, no water and no-one to save her. Only her withdrawn soul and the beating sun.
  
  At least she thought there was no-one. King had passed out long before she was found by the Dawnguard scouts. They had brought her back to the compound and tended to her wounds, mental and physical. They had saved her. She daren't speak of her past or why she had wondered the desert, claiming to be an orphan who had run away and gotten caught in the wrong crowd. Despite the pain of withdrawals and longing to fix the past, Georgi found herself finally understanding who she was. What she was.
  
  The Dawnguard didn't force her to destroy the bracelet, but instead suggested that it be locked safely away in her room so it couldn't hurt anyone else. And since then, Georgi has worn the key to the safe around her neck as a reminder of what could happen.
  
  Renaissance
  
  The next eight years were like a rebirth. Georgi had taken to werewolf life better than she had ever hoped and took pride in being an outstanding scout. She learnt to drive - purchasing her beloved Jeep, Black Betty - and dedicated her time to ensure her life was filled with people. Gradually, the hole left by her parents decreased until it was barely there, only throbbing when she was alone.
  
  Family:
  Mother: Maddison King - Kind, caring, smart (Deceased)
  Father: Jackson King - Fun-loving, supportive, protective (Deceased)
  
  Relationships:
  Colby Monroe - Support/Rescuer | NanLia
  Safa Townsend - Crush | NanLia
  Salem Hozer - Best Friend | Otter
  
  Power:
  Flight - Georgi was blessed with two enormous wings that she can retract and extend at will (usually). They act similar to a bird's and are only as strong as Georgi is at the time.
  
  
  
  code by valen t.
  
  
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  playing: Darkside by Sam Tinnesz
  
  
  Ford Darwin

  Rivercrest| Ex-Enforcer | Male | 49 | Pansexual

  Born or Infected:
  Ford was born into the Rivercrest pack from two werewolves.
  
  Personality:
  Ford has a strange blend of morals which often contradict each other, rendering him something of a hypocrite. He values the strength of a pack but when times were tough, he turned his back on the ones he loved most in the guise of doing the right thing. He has a wicked sense of humour, almost sadistic and twisted but uses it as a way to cope with difficult situations. Not usually the one to pursue lovers, Ford was very career driven in his youth and this stuck with him into wiser years. His approach to romance is less is more, meaning he just does what he wants and if people want him, he'll oblige. He enjoys the finer things in life but has experienced times where he's had nothing but the clothes on his back. Which he likes to remind the younger pack members about when they're complaining. In his eyes, his age puts him above everyone else, especially with his previous role as lead enforcer, Ford answers to no one and will come and go as he pleases.
  
  Biography:
  
  Early Life
  
  Ford Darwin was born into the Rivercrest pack and raised by the nurses of the pack like most pups at the time. His mother was as caring as one might expect from a person who spent her days drinking in the local public house. It was more common to find her perched in the saddle of a bar stool than nursing her only son. Her excuse was that staying at home suffocated her, that she wanted to be amongst normal society in the village rather than with her own kind. While Lorna Darwin may have found comfort amongst humans, it was this interaction that enraged Ford’s father.
  
  Dominic Darwin was a hardened man by most accounts. However, between his role as lead enforcer and new fatherhood, he revealed a softer side that granted Ford’s every wish. He taught Ford everything he knew about being a strong member of the pack. It was important to him that not only would his son take over once he retired but become a better leader than his father before him.
  
  It was this motivation that reared a young Ford into a mould much like the one that cast his father. He was resilient and built like an ox, with a nose that sniffed out trouble before it started. As Dominic had hoped, Ford became stronger than his father, and soon overpowered other enforcers. He spent every waking hour, from sunrise to sunset, training and honing his skills. As the years progressed, he climbed the ranks until the day his father finally retired. The very thing Ford had been preparing for seemed to come so suddenly and at the age of 22, Ford Darwin was promoted to Lead Enforcer.
  
  Career
  
  In his early years, he was ruthless. His team of enforcers were put through rigorous training that pushed Rivercrest’s power past what it had been before. He was making a name for himself amongst the five packs but something about his motives seemed off. He saw himself as the true protector of his pack, the only one that could save them from the terrible blight that lurked outside the pack borders. Not only had he inherited his father’s strength, but also his distrust of humans. There was nothing that could change his mind and it wasn’t long before he was making rash decisions that risked exposing the existence of the pack.
  
  Ford’s plans to erase the relationship between Rivercrest and the humans were swiftly delayed when a new wolf joined the enforcers by request of the alpha, Charles Wayburn. An infected. To say Ford was reluctant to work with the newcomer would have been an understatement. Against the advice of his alpha, Ford put the infected through his paces, pushing him to limits that none of the others had been to. The pressure built up between the two wolves and eventually boiled over into a full-blown fight. Thanks to the training, the infected was able to fight back but not for long. Ford’s strength and stamina far out-weighed his own and clouded by his ignorance, the lead enforcer failed his one job: to protect his fellow wolves. After the fight, Ford had left the enforcer to die or survive, pushing down the overwhelming waves of guilt that threatened to drown him. He convinced himself that his trainee would recover quickly but he knew deep down that it was wrong to leave him there…
  
  Romance
  
  The day that Ford failed as an enforcer was the same day that he would find the connection he had been missing. Wayburn hadn’t taken kindly to Ford’s outburst and sent him to clear up his mess. It hadn’t taken long for him to find the wounded wolf, although he was shocked to see him packing away his things. The two engaged in a tense and occasionally heated conversation which slowly chipped away at both their walls. They remained in that room for what seemed like hours, eventually finding that they were talking openly about themselves. Honest truths were shared throughout the night until the air had been cleared. What remained were two vulnerable men who were now exposed to the other. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was the first step towards something that would create a deep bond that would only be shattered by war.
  
  All is Fair in Love and War
  
  It was no secret that Ford and the new wolf were in love. They were smitten with each other and had been for years. Then the time came for Ford to make a decision. He was called to the front lines of a war that would tear him and his mate apart. A war against humans, people who were just like his love.
  
  Darwin informed his alpha of his decision as well as recommending his mate to replace him as lead enforcer. Despite being brave in war, Ford became a coward in love. On the night he was due to leave, he snuck out of the commune and travelled to the mainland to fight a danger that threatened to spread to the island.
  
  For years, Ford battled and killed. As he aged, so did his eyes, having seen more than he had ever expected or wanted to. It was the call of home that faulted his mind, distorted his once clear values and the longing to destroy lessened. It felt wrong. After years, each life shed was a knock to his confidence. The war ended after ten long years, but the wolf couldn’t face going back to the one love he knew he had betrayed. He was ashamed of what he had done and feared the layers of blood on his hands would be too thick.
  
  Darwin never returned home. Instead, he travelled through the mainland, working for some of time and playing for the rest. Not once did his mate leave his mind. And with that came a sadness that he couldn’t shake. It hung over him like a thick web of longing and shame. It wasn’t until he woke one night from a dream that shook him to the core. The voices he heard… Something was coming to the island. Something bad. He had to go back to protect the one person he couldn’t bare to lose; Jeremiah.
  
  Family:
  Mother: Lorna Darwin - Drunkard, Whimsical, Absent (Deceased)
  Father: Dominic Darwin - Strong, Assertive, Caring (Deceased)
  
  Relationships:
  Jeremiah Falkner - Ex Lover
  
  
  code by valen t.
  
  

 

[Otter]

Spoiler: Fennic "Fen" Van der Wood -- IronClaw Healer

Name:
Fennic "Fen" Van der Wood

Age:
28 Years old

Born werewolf or infected?:
Infected at age 19

Gender:
Cisgender male

Pronouns:
He/Him/His

Sexuality:
Pansexual Homoromantic

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.):
Fennic is a cocky, flirty, confident man who knows just how to get what he wants. He knows he is handsome, and he will use it to his advantage. He has self-confidence that never seems to waver, always preening himself to look nice or to keep a suave smile on his face. He has a flair for the dramatics, often exaggerating to draw a reaction from someone or to get him closer to his goal of obtaining something--drugs, money, sex--or whatever is needed. His confidence comes with dry, sarcastic humor, which can often come off as rude or relentless. He is by no means an instigator, though--he likes to watch everything crumble without lifting a finger. He is a sideline worker--offering small things here and there to aid the process, but nothing more. His track record of sleeping around is high and his body count is higher. He is by no means an intention home-wrecker--he doesn't tread on claimed territory (that is claimed to his knowledge, at least). He puts on a dramatic show to push his own shortcomings into the shadow, never wanting to look them in the eye. Everyone has demons, and they just happen to linger over his shoulder.
Under that mask he has strapped to his head, is someone a little different. Sure, he is still a cocky bastard, but he does have feelings. He has his soft spots, and under that surprisingly frail self-confidence lies a trench of insecurities. Drugs and sex suppress them, but they are always in the back of his mind. He is at his rawest when he is higher than a kite off of some substance, or drunker than a skunk. The true him hidden underneath it all is nothing more than a sad, self-loathing man who wants nothing more than for someone to love him--to love what he could never. This is the sole reason he gets intoxicated on his own--he doesn't need to expose himself like that.

Significant Moments:
- Finding out he is a bastard child
- The start of his addictions
- His near-death experience
- Joining IronClaw

Family:
Ronald Van der Wood -- "Father"(NPC) -- Calm, quiet, aloof, indifferent
Madison Van der Wood -- Mother(NPC) -- Bipolar, loving yet ruthless, intolerant
Elijah Van der Wood -- Younger half-brother(NPC) -- Meek, kind, introverted

Relationships:
He has slept around with SO many people he hardly knows the numbers, but nothing substantial or of importance

Human Form:

Wolf Form:

Role:
Pick 3 roles that you would like for your character. It is a first come, first serve once accepted rule and should someone already get your role, we want to give you the next best thing.
1. Healer
2. Scout
3. Nurse

Pack History:
Fen is the first born in his human household, to an indifferent father and his mother. It was no secret amongst others that Fen was not his father's son--his mother had been caught sleeping around with several men in the duration of their marriage, but his father never cared. His mother was wildly Bipolar, having weeks of severe depression and weeks of hyperactive mania. In her manic weeks, she was the worst. Her verbal abuse was worse then, seeing in her depressive episodes she rarely got out of bed. From a young age, she blamed Fen for her failing marriage, marking him as the reason his father cared so little about her and her son. That changed mildly when Elijah was born--his father knew that was his son, and he reacted appropriately. Ron treated his eldest "son" as if he didn't exist--he couldn't hate what wasn't there, right? So, from a young age, Fennec had a pretty twisted sense of love.
As he grew older, his mother's verbal abuse meant less and less to him. The 'I hate you's' rolled off of his back like water, even if they cut like knives on the way down. As soon as he was a teenager, he turned to his peers for comfort--even the most self-destructive kinds. He started smoking cigarettes at 13, lost his virginity at 14, began drinking soon after at 14, but he didn't hit the harder stuff until his junior year of high school. He had quite the reputation in his small town as the trouble maker, but he hardly cared--if he couldn't feel, what did words matter? He never stayed with a person more than a night, even if they had a few flings together. He was 17 the first time he tried Heroin, and he quickly down spiraled from there. He befriended the town drug dealers, quick to get in good with them through dealing their drugs or sex. He got a lot of his drugs for free due to this, and it drove a wedge between him and his family. His mother hated him, his 'father' acted like he didn't exist, and he always told his younger brother "look at me and become the complete opposite".
At 18, Fen ran away from home. His drug-dealing friends let him stay with them, allowing it so long as he made them money. Be it by selling their drugs or his body, they cared less. This lasted a little under a year--until he nearly over-dosed. He was hopped up on Heroin and Crystal Meth at the time, but unbeknownst to him, the meth had been laced with Fentanyl. He was found by an IronClaw pack member nearly dead in an alley, and the kind person took him back to the pack to fix him. That is when he was turned, and the turning lessened the effects of the Fentanyl so he was able to walk away alive.
The pack took him in after that, but the pack that took him in would still fuel his drug addiction. The former pack healer saw him as a 'charity case' and took him under her wing, deciding he should do something with his life. She taught him as much as she could, and Fen was surprisingly good at being a healer. He had weaned himself from Heroin and Meth to start using Cocaine, and his addiction to alcohol and cigarettes persisted. His want to sleep around soon grew into an addiction as well, seeing with how many people he slept with. In the darkest of nights when high out of his mind is when he lets reality sink in, revealing a traumatized boy who never knew just what love is or what it meant. He will never admit to those times, though.


Power:
Hypnotic Vision: When Fen meets eyes with someone, he can directly influence other people's minds to his commands. He can make them think, do, or say whatever he desires. His eyes go a whitish-purple with deep blue pupils when this happens, but the effect takes hold immediately. He can only use his power one person at a time, and extended use can cause temporary blindness, chronic headaches, drowsiness, and extreme nausea that leads to vomiting.
The strength of the person's mind also affects how well he can use his power--someone with a strong will and mind will be much harder to control than the "village idiot".

Other:
Fen often "helps" with the back dealings of IronClaw--especially those that pertain to drugs
He helps out at the Silver Dagger whenever he feels like it

 

[Otter]

Spoiler: Orion "Ori" Peterson || DawnGuard

Name:
Orion "Ori" Peterson

Age:
21 years old

Born werewolf or infected?:
Born

Gender:
Cisgender Male
Pronouns:
He/Him/His

Sexuality:
Demisexual Biromantic

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.):
Ori is a very kind soul with an even kinder heart--he will do everything and anything to help someone in need. He is as gentle as they come, and it is extremely hard to get him angry. He is a selective mute--he does not talk, even though he can. He often communicates through typing or writing out his thoughts and feelings, and he is well versed in sign language. He is a happy, optimistic boy with a positive outlook on life, despite all that has happened to him. He is rarely seen without a bright smile on his round face, and a happy glint in his hazel eyes. He has an affinity for all things soft and cute, and that includes animals. He has most definitely brought home injured animals and nursed them back to help, even if he had to do so in secret. He loves children, always offering to take care and watch someone's even if it belongs to someone outside the pack. While flustered easily, Ori can bounce back at the drop of a hat if given the chance. He is pretty aloof to danger, wanting to see the good in everyone around him rather than looking on the negative side. He is a naive man with the heart and imagination of a child--for good and for bad.

Significant Moments:
Being kidnapped by his Mother's sister
Rejoining the pack

Family:
Renee Peterson -- Mother (deceased) -- Kind, caring, selfless
Wilson Peterson -- Father (NPC) -- Gentle, loving, doting
Trinity Lagnease -- Aunt(NPC) -- Manipulative, possessive, aggressive

Relationships:
N/A- Open for plotting!

Human Form:

Wolf Form:

Role:
Pick 3 roles that you would like for your character. It is a first come, first serve once accepted rule and should someone already get your role, we want to give you the next best thing.
1. Nurse
2. Omega
3. Healer

Pack History:
While Ori was born within the pack, he spent a good percentage of his life outside of it. He was born to two wonderful parents who loved him dearly. His mother was the only werewolf in her family--an anomaly. She moved away to live with her husband and was accepted into the BriarWood pack. Her sister, Trinity, was obsessed with Orion from a young age. She was infertile, and she was convinced growing up in the pack would only keep the young boy away from her. So, one day when Renee was taking a stroll with Orion, Trinity snuck onto the island from the mainland, killed her sister, and stole Orion away. He was roughly 2 at the time, so he had no idea that she wasn't his real mother. She fled back to the mainland to raise the baby as her own, but she was far from equipped to be a mother.
The abuse she put Ori through was sickening, and it traumatized him from a young age. She would always speak about how much he sounded and reminded her of her late sister, and he would often get beaten when he spoke. This caused him to shut his mouth, never uttering a single word. Wilson was on a quest to find his child, and it took him about ten years to do so. Trinity was a slippery snake, but he tracked her down. When Ori was 12, his father managed to find him and take him back, and the state of his child broke him into tears. He was malnourished, mute, beaten, scarred, and traumatized, and Wilson got his beloved son out of there. It took years for Ori to even begin trusting people, and at the age of 15, he took great interest in helping others--children like him, in specific. One of the pack nurses took him under her wing, teaching him all about being a nurse and what it meant. He excelled greatly, and he wanted nothing more than to be a nurse.

Power:
None

Spoiler: Tatianna 'Tati' Denvers || BriarWood

Name:
Tatianna "Tati" Denvers

Age:
29 years old

Born werewolf or infected?:
Turned at 13

Gender:
Cisgender Female

Pronouns:
She/Her/Hers
Sexuality:
Heterosexual Heteromantic

Personality (inc. quirks, flaws, passions etc.):
Tati is a strong, independent woman just like her mother, and is not afraid to stand up for herself. She is blunt and to the point, never sugar-coating the words that need to be said. Her presence is strong, and her motives are worn on her sleeve. She cares deeply for her pack, and would do anything to keep them safe. While she is known to be quite the protective hard-ass, she is also rather sweet. Tati is known to get along with virtually everyone she meets, making friends everywhere she goes. She knows someone everywhere, and it has been proven useful more than once. As outspoken as she is, she knows how to read a room. She can change tactics to best fit someone's emotional state, not wanting to upset the waters where it doesn't need to be. Tati is known to be boisterous and loud, and you will always know where she is due to this. She is a fierce protected and an even better friend, wanting to keep those around her as safe as can be.

Significant Moments:
-Her near-death experience
-Joining the pack

Family:
Father: N/A--not in the picture
Mother: Hailee Denvers(Deceased) -- Strong-willed, courageous, protective

Relationships:
N/A -- Open for plotting

Human Form:

Wolf Form:

Role:
Pick 3 roles that you would like for your character. It is a first come, first serve once accepted rule and should someone already get your role, we want to give you the next best thing.
1. Lead Enforcer
2. Enforcer
3. Lead Scout

Pack History:
While her father was never in the picture, Tati's mother had raised her daughter as well as she could on her own. Her mother was quite young when she gave birth to Tatianna, having to quit college to properly take care of her daughter. This resulted in her mother often being away to work herself to the bone, and leaving the young girl to fend for herself. Tati loved her mother dearly, but she had to raise herself for the first ten years of her life. It was then her mother finally caught a break, gaining a job that paid much more and allowed her to work from home. Everything seemed perfect--Tati finally had her mother around, and life seemed to be good. Until suddenly it wasn't. One night when Tati was thirteen, her mother was bringing her back from a sleepover gone sour. They had to stop to get gas, and her mother was mugged and shot in the gas station. Tati was nearly shot herself, but she ducked just in time for the bullet to hit the seat where her head would have been. The police arrived on the scene and announced her mother dead--leaving her an orphan. Lucky for her, her aunt was apart of the BriarWood pack and agreed to take care of her niece. This lead to her agreeing to be infected. Her aunt was the former lead enforcer, and she took the young and strong-willed girl under her wing. She passed away when Tati was 21 years old, and the young werewolf took her place--she would never let another one of her loved ones get hurt again.

Power:
Accelerated Healing-- any form of injury heals rapidly. Broken bones, grave injuries, and even nearly severed limbs can all be healed within a matter of minutes. This power can cause heavy exhaustion if overused--so much that is can lead to fainting, vomiting, hallucinations, delerium, and severe headaches. This power cannot be used too many times, and the severity of the wound determines how exhausted Tati will feel after.