Fantasy Not Your Typical Werewolf RP (CS)

[Shibe]

Hey all! Down below is a character sheet form to be filled out. Don’t be in too much of a rush to complete it though!

Name
(Including nicknames or a human alias)

Gender

Pack Position

Human occupation
(Doctor, Student, Construction Worker, etc.)

Age

Appearance
(Including a wolf form as well, any type of faceclaims are welcome)

Personality

Backstory

Any thing Extra
(Including any thing else you’d like us to know about your character. Theme songs, relatives, special abilities, etc.)​

 

[raven flame]

Name:raven (ray, winter, fang)

Gender:female

Pack Position:beta

Human occupation:artists,writer
Age:19

Appearance;

Personality:kind, caring, and very motherly to those around her and those that she loves,

Backstory:raven tends to be a lover of anything to do with art and or help others as she enjoys taking care of others but is very protective of anyone in the pack and of those that dont have parents in the pack due to there parents either being forced out or where killed in some way

Any thing Extra:able to use water and the very air to her advantage (like avatar the last air bender)

 

[NephetFields]

Name
Nephet Fields

Gender
Male

Pack Position
Gamma

Human occupation
Butcher shop

Age
35 (looks 25)
Appearance

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• NephetFields
• Apr 11, 2019

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• NephetFields
• Apr 11, 2019

Personality
Playful, protective, usually light hearted but has a serious side.

Backstory
Nephet views himself as a protector, and he’s never felt as needed before joining the pack. He’s spent a lot of time training in various weaponry. He seems to become proficient in different arts of combat to avoid relying on being a werewolf. It would not to much of a stretch to claim he hated his wolf form. He never shows it though he generally keeps a light hearted attitude.

Any thing Extra
Exceptional speed even for a were. Has a collection of weapons at his home, but is always carrying leather wrapped silver daggers hidden on his person.

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Name || Ashleigh Carmichael (Commonly called Ash by friends and colleagues)

Gender || Female

Pack Position || Gamma

Human Occupation || Front desk worker at (ironically) a hunting lodge.

Age || 24

Personality || Ashleigh doesn't really consider herself a complex person. Despite her seemingly constant sharp expression and deadpan way of dealing with strangers, Ash is actually rather friendly once someone gets to know her. Despite her personality being more geared to fitting in with human society- a stark contrast to the feral way werewolves live-, she appears to be like a dependable older sister of sorts to the younger members of the pack. She's rather polite- although in a cautious manner, especially when dealing with packs other than her own. When it comes to things she dislikes, Ash usually prefers to keep her judgements reserved until after she's heard the full situation, although when stating her negative opinion on it, she can come off as very blunt and at worst, insensitive. Nevertheless, she is a protective and loyal individual, both to her pack and to her foster family on the human side of things.

Backstory || Despite being driven out of her original home, Ashleigh doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by discussing her life so far. For one, she is one of the few werewolves who seems to have resigned herself to her human lifestyle- even coming to enjoy it. One of the biggest reasons as to why was rather simple; she was younger then, when the pack had been forced out of their old home. She doesn't remember much of how it happened and why, only that there was lots of fighting and arguing over whether to get back at the humans for tearing down their territory or to simply look for another area to live in. Ash, of course, went with the latter, preferring not to have to come to blows with the humans and their weaponry.

During one expedition to find another home, however, their group was ambushed by an aggressive pack of wolves. Since they had pups with them at the time, Ash volunteered- along with the other adults in the current group- to hold the other pack long enough for the pups and Deltas to escape. The encounter resulted in her suffering an injury to the neck- surprisingly nonfatal, but still extremely painful. With no way of contacting the other wolves she had defended alongside with and nothing much else in the area, Ash forced herself to transform into her human form and eventually passed out.

When she awoke, she found herself in a warm, wooden lodge- her wound already treated. It was here that she met her now foster brother, Yuugo Carmichael- ironically enough, a hunter. He told her that he had found her lying near a tree with a few wolves surrounding her and chased them away. Noting her seeming lack of knowledge about the rest of the world around them, Yuugo, an orphan who forged his own way through sheer hard work and by inheriting his late father's hunting lodge, offered to take her in.

The next few years were strange for Ash. She didn't turn back into a wolf, spending most of her days being taught by Yuugo- both in basic knowledge and hunting with weaponry. She met up occasionally with a few wolves from the pack who had tracked her scent, but these visits were few and far in between as she didn't want Yuugo to think that she was being attacked again. Soon enough, with enough lessons, Ash could blend in seamlessly with the rest of human society.

...Well, at least if not for her few "hunting trips" that weren't a complete lie. She doesn't visit with the pack as often as she would like, but when she does, it's usually for extended periods of time, making up an excuse to Yuugo that she would be going on a long "hunting trip". Whenever she comes back, she makes sure to immediately catch up on what's been going on with the pack by asking the Alphas and Betas, and immediately tending to her duty as a Gamma by seeking out the younger members that need training in self-defense.

Extra ||
- Her foster brother, Yuugo Carmichael, is a hunter. Ash works at the lodge that Yuugo inherited from his late father, which sells bait, souvenirs (at least in the area) and other odds and ends.
- Despite enjoying her brother's company and the various clientele they get at the lodge, Ash seems to dislike being stuck behind a counter often.
- Her training with Yuugo, especially during hunting, allowed her to learn how to use firearms, albeit only to target other animals.
- Aside from hunting game, Ash knows how to fish. If anyone finds her in the early mornings, sometimes she can be seen fishing.

 

[Shibe]

Name
Wahy’a (Goes by the human alias of Ritcher Williams)

Gender
Male

Pack Position
Former Beta, current Delta

Human Occupation
Nurse at a local clinic

Age
27

Appearance



Personality
Wahy’a is considered to be probably one of the strangest members of the pack, not due to his past, but simply because of the odd way he behaves. Years of a progressive neurological disease has slowly rotted away former pieces of his personality. He’s seen to be kind and generous, but also seems to lack in communication skills. Often he can be caught staring off into space, or making the same motions over and over. Wahy’a is extremely calm, and rarely ever becomes upset or aggressive. He also accepts failure with grace.

Backstory
Wahy’a is one of the very few original members of the pack and was birthed into it, his heritage originating from a Native American lineage of werewolves. Hence his name reflecting his ancient ancestry. Wahy’a was born into a litter of three, being the eldest of two younger sisters. Throughout his life he was trained to become a Beta, and eventually acquired the position when he became of age.

His downfall occurred after he had gotten a disease two winters ago, despite getting over the sickness, moderate brain damage is still present. After his condition seemed to worsen, he was removed from the Beta position and instead placed in the role of a Delta. Which he happily accepted, as he realized he would be unable to fill and maintain the role of a Beta. Though some may view it as a shame, he was still pleased to be able to help his pack in some other way. As a pup, he was taught some slight knowledge in herbal medicine by his father, and managed to retain the information to use in his current position today.

Extra
Becoming a nurse as a human occupation assisted his knowledge in helping his other pack members, though he fears being removed from his job as a human soon due to his illness.

His youngest sister left the pack after she became of age, fleeing to Canada and seeking refuge with the wolves of the northern province. His other sister remains in the pack as an Omega.​

 

[AI10100]

Name:
Aivan McNamara [commonly called Aiv by friends]

Gender:
Male

Pack Position:
Alpha

Human occupation:
Bartender - owns Carpe Noctem, a famous cafe-bar

Age:
39

Personality:
Aivan is often seen to be an easygoing kind of character. With an easy smile on his face, he seems to take everything without a care in the world. People often misinterpret that he actually doesn't take anything seriously. However, this is what sets him apart from others. He might seem defenseless and an idiot, but that's all just a ploy to let the other party lower their defenses or become too arrogant - and that's where he strikes. He is manipulative when he needs to be and knows how to move and act to make sure he gets what he wants. He doesn't get serious often, but when he does, he comes off as intimidating.

He often laughs at the face of danger. Aivan always seems to be in a positive mood. Even at the most dire of situations, he would crack a joke or make some snarky comment. But that's just how he stalls and how he copes. While he's running simulations and calculations in his mind, his mouth is working on calming his pack down until they can work out a proper plan. That's how he always has been. He's also a very resourceful person, making the best out of a situation that seems hopeless.

Backstory:
Contrary to popular belief within the pack, Aivan was not born into it. Rather, he was simply picked up by the pack at a relatively young age that most didn't seem to question the appearance of a young one. He was found when he was seven years of age without a name, a note nor parents in sight. They believe that he was either abandoned or his parents were attacked and Aivan had been ignored, leaving the child to wander around. He's become accustomed to human life rather quickly but wasn't opposed in sometimes taking off into the woods to turning into his wolf form.

He was trained as a Beta, at first. With strength that was beyond his age, he would have been perfect for being a protector. However, as time passed by, his skills with problem solving and tracking had been recognized. While, yes, his strength was great - his mind was even greater. Because of that, he was soon being groomed to be an Alpha, which he accepted without hesitation.

Aivan went on to become a bartender and soon had an establishment of his own. It's also considered a safe haven for any werewolf that decide to pass them so long as they prove to be friendly. He takes care of his allies, after all. Aivan has always been open to be consulted by his pack members, no matter how long they have gone without so much as a peep to them. It didn't particularly matter to him so long as they remained loyal to the pack. He's also rather open to new members seeing as he was also simply picked up by the original members of the pack.

Any thing Extra:

• Aivan possess strength beyond that of even an average werewolf's and has been seen lifting heavy objects beyond his size with ease
• Has no known family members
• Owns Carpe Noctem - a known safe haven for werewolves of any kind
• Knows how to handle handguns and multiple types of weaponry
• Does not seem to be opposed to killing in cold-blood for the good of the pack

 

[Vorex]

Name
Sethos
Seth

Theme

-- - --

Gender
Male

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Pack Position
Newcomer

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Human occupation
General 'Slacker' but takes several 'odd jobs' ranging from cleaning duties to being the occasional illegal drug mule

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Age
23
( acts like he's 15 most of the time ... okay, maybe 12 )

Voice Comparison

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Appearance

Human Form
Height: 6' even
Physique/Build: Lithe but muscular, Lean
Hair Type/Color: Sloppy version of a male-version pixiecut, Dark browns and black -matches his wolven fur colors-
Skin Color: A very, very light caramel color. Just barely sunkissed. And usually covered in a bruise or two from his 'side job'/antics
Facial Hair: bit of a 'messy' pure goatee with some stubble
Eye Type/Color: Complete Heterochromia, Brown and Blue
Other Physical Attributes: A scar across the side of his temple, an old bullet graze. Has multiple tattoos along his arms and back including one around his neck scar to 'mask' it. None of the tatts are of any true meaning, he just likes tattoos.
Usual Attire: He is a bit of a sloppy man, so whatever is laying around that he can fit into he will wear whether it is his or not. Chick's shirt? He doesn't care. But he is always seen wearing his tattered jacket. Despises skinny jeans, those are just a 'nope.' for him.

Wolf Form
Height: Average for an adult male wolf
Physique/Build: A bit more on the 'lean' side, being more lithe than muscular but not by much
Fur Type/Color: Medium length, several shades of brown brindle-ing all over with a black muzzle and black legs from the 'elbow' and 'shin' down
Eye Color: Complete Heterochromia, Brown and Blue
Other Physical Attributes: A scar across the side of his temple, an old bullet graze, where fur does not grow.

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Personality
A tad cocky I Strictly Loyal I Harmless Flirt I Seemingly Outgoing I Not afraid to be that person who sings out-loud along to the radio I Not easily angered/is laidback I Has 0 sexual preference (alls-a-go), meaning, if you are a guy he will harmlessly flirt with you just as quickly as he would a chick. makes no matter to him he likes to make people blush and to make them feel like they are attractive -aka he is a 'pleaser'- I Loves children and too goof off/scheme with them I More of a lover than a fighter but will not shy away from a beating I Questionably is a bad influence on children but is very good with them I Can be a bit of a smarta-- if he doesn't like you

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Backstory
He grew up in a "special" orphanage where he met the 'love of his life' and "eloped" with her at the wise old age of 15. They had escaped the orphanage but would frequent back there to sneak food since they only really escaped to the small patch of woods right beside it. Their little wonderland moments did not last very long. He ended up leaving her for dead, after a 'human incident' with one of their first shifts together, in fear. They had taken too "frolicking" in the woods/neighborhood and simply had been caught teasing someone's ( a trigger-happy ex Marine's ) prissy dog harmlessly but all the owner saw was two wolves "viciously attacking" their pet and fired repeatedly. The shots hit Serenity and Seth went to her side but fled when one of the shots had grazed him across the temple.
He has not forgiven himself nor will he ever. The whole scene etched permanently; Serenity's blood soaked fur, her expression of complete fear matched by her heart-wrenching gaze as he looks back to her one final time before his swift paws continue to take him through the tree shrubs. Away from her. He left her alone while she was scared and in agony. He knew that to her his betrayal ripped her more deeply than those bullets.
They had a conversation when they were kids about their greatest fears... hers was to die alone.
He never mentions his past or shows his complete, utter, self loathing. He just... lives. He hadn't gone to any form of 'pack' before but has passed through a few others', weres and human alike, lives. Taking up 'friends' to find that they just wanted his "uses" as just someone new to manipulate and utilize since he is a 'pleaser'. For awhile he had become a drug trafficker. He associated with low-life humans because he felt he was no better than them, that he didn't deserve a better life. An incident where he was almost caught in his wolf form by one of those "friends" caused him to rethink his life a bit... being around mostly humans, to do their dirty jobs, was humiliating enough but... it was also very dangerous. It was a very lucrative "friendship" but it just was not worth it anymore... he was tired of pretending... he was tired of humans. He knew they weren't all bad but just... they weren't him. Besides, it wasn't the whole human race who shot Serenity... they weren't the ones who left her to die alone... ... He just felt more comfortable around other 'wolves' but also secretly felt that he didn't 'deserve' to be around them.
He is in transition of trying to break away from his past "friends"...

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Anything Extra
Abilities: Can play some mean guitar, Out drink almost anybody, Can get near any kid to love him almost instantly, Amazing resilience for taking a butt-whoopin' but not very good at actually fighting -hence why his ability to take a hit, or ten, and still act spunky is very astounding-,

Passions:
Old School Rock n' Roll, Rock, Dubstep, Music ( lol just trying to get the point across ), making people's days better/making them happy

Favorite Bands:
Muse, Hinder, My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Disturbed, Kongos, Porcelain and the Tramps, Metallica, Oomph!, The Used, The Beatles, Cat Stevens, Korn, Linkin Park, Lorde, Dean Lewis, LMFAO, Seether, Evanescence, Magic!, Khalid, etc...

Other Info Tidbits:
Refuses to touch a gun. I Not use too using weapons, usually just fistfights. I Smokes occasionally
​

 

[Equusheart]

Name: Shiloh Adams
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender

Pack Position: Omega

Human occupation: Works as a barista at Carpe Noctem.

Human Appearance:


Wolf Appearance:



Personality: Shiloh is quiet and soft spoken by nature. Upon first meeting her one might mistake her for being shy, but once they get to know her they discover that this isn't the case. Shiloh is the type to quietly observe what's going on around her. Speaking only when either spoken to or if she feels it necessary. However, Shiloh will gladly engage in a friendly conversation should the opportunity arise. This usually leads to her showing her more playful side. Shiloh is sweet, kind, and extremely caring to those around her. She adores pups and will often help look after them.

Backstory: Shiloh was born in a small rural town in Northern Wisconsin. Her parents didn't really belong to a pack, but they had each other. They lived in a small two bedroom cabin up in the mountains and did their best to not attract suspicion from the humans that lived in the town. But like all secrets, some eventually get spilled. Somehow the people found out what Shiloh and her parents were and the became afraid of them. And fear, dear one, sometimes makes people do terrible things.

Shiloh was only six when the people came to their cabin late one winter night. Shiloh’s father had woken her up and managed to push her out the back door before just as the people broke in through the front door. Shiloh hide in some bushes and watched helplessly as her parents were tied up and barricaded in the cabin as the people set it on fire. A passing loner had been attracted by all the commotion and found Shiloh.

He took her away with him and the pair fled the state. The pair continued to move eastward until they reached Portland, Maine. Feeling she would be safe there, he left her in the care of the local pack before going off on his own again. Shiloh grew up in the pack, her quiet nature eventually earning her the Omega rank.


Any thing Extra:
- Shiloh often has nightmares about the night her parents were killed. They are always the same. A cabin engulfed in flames, the horrific screams of her parents as they were burned alive. Almost always, Shiloh finds herself waking from the nightmares screaming and crying.
- Is afraid of fire.

Shiloh's Theme (best played on shuffle) -

 

[Dumplingboy]

Name
Willow (but she like's to go by Will)

Gender
Female
Pack Position
New Pack Member
Human occupation
Runaway

Age
13

Appearance

4'10

Sandy Brown Fur

Personality

• Bratty
• Hyper
• Curious
• Short attention span
• Adventurous
• Independent
• Cocky
• Temperamental

Backstory

Will has been a wolf for most of her life, her father was absent and her mother was a tree hugging gypsy. She didn't go to school, and doesn't even have a social security number. She has very little social skills, her mother lives out in the wilderness and they had few visitors mainly mountain men and hippies passing through. Her father came and went as he pleased throughout her younger childhood. He lived in the mountains as a wolf, but visited to get in touch with his human side. Willow's mother preferred to live a human life, but let her daughter freely choose the form she wanted. With no human companions and no connection with the world outside of the wilderness, Will naturally took on to her animal form. This might have been the cause for her to leave. She would venture off at first for a couple days then it turned into a week. Her father was solitary but strong, and his territory was impressive for one person. She was free to explore safely, coming home only when the want for her mother outweighed her desire for adventure. One day she just left, she packed up what few things she had and in the middle of the night she ran off. She has no clue how to interact with kids her age, and very little understanding on how the rest of the world works. If it wasn’t for the her stumbling onto the pack there is no telling where she would be at right now. Now she struggles to reign in her wild life style to adapt to her new world.

Extra:
Despite her not being able to read or write she can understand french, english, german and spanish, but is only well versed in english and french.
Willow has a pretend language she sometimes speaks in
Willow is allergic to melons

 

[Dumplingboy]

Name
Chika (aka chi-chi)

Gender
Female
Pack Position
Omega
Human occupation
Family wealth

Age
20

Appearance


5'4


Personality

• Aloof
• Sarcastic
• Blunt
• Manipulative
• Patient
• Protective
• Monotone

Backstory

Chika came into wealth as a young child when her mother married into a posh family in order to gain citizenship. She hasn’t gone through the struggles that most of her pack has. She’s had a silver spoon in hand for as long as she can remember and at times she comes off as ungrateful. She has no desire to work and lives off of her monthly allowance from her stepfather. She isn’t unwilling to work, though she would rather get others to do it for her, despite her lack of responsibility she is very mature for her age.

Extra

Omega soul: Chi Chi was born to be an omega, able to relive the tensions from her pack. Just her presence alone can stop a fight amongst friends, or even prevent a fight amongst strangers. She has a very calming aura and it becomes amplified with touch.

Chika has a human family besides her mother and she still goes home to them during birthdays and holidays.

Chika has never called anyone in her pack a friend, nor has she every verbally expressed that she cared about anyone. The only indication that the others have to her loyalty is just because she says she is. You can believe her or not.

 

[Cosmos]

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Name:
Rune, a name given to her by her human owners.

Gender:
Female

Pack Position:
None.

Human occupation:
Stray dog, human companion.

Age:
19

Appearance:
(For the wolf image please imagine a leather collar instead of the necklace, I searched for ages but couldn't find anything)

(Imagine her slightly older and without the patches, all scarred up and bruised.)


Personality:
Rune is a lot of things, and many people would describe her as such, not that most know her above the appearance of a stray dog she puts on, determined, resilient, tough, untrusting, fearful, rash, stubborn…. But in other times incredibly soft and loving, mainly when others are at a lack of being around, helping others in the smallest ways where she can and asking nothing in return. She'd lived a hard life, and it only ever got harder, but it never stopped her hope, or yearn to finally feel love again.

Backstory:
Was owned by a loving family for ten years - since seven- , then two years ago chucked out as a stray due to their family divorcing and the farther kicking the dog out in anger despite the young daughters begging. They gave her a name, a home, a collar- safety…. everything. And to be betrayed in an instant, like so many times before, broke the girl a little, untrusting and living her life out as a stray from then on, whimpering and begging humans for food, evading shelters from capturing herself and being beaten up by teen gangs, she's bruised but never giving up, hopeful to one day find a home with humans again, however seeming to have a bitter distaste for other werewolves, barely ever taking human form and going so far as to feign 'wildness' to keep them away.

Prior to this is a complicated tale, one that would break many a persons heart, and one the girl has chosen to forget, or at least that's what she tells herself, suffering from debilitating attacks from an unknown illness of gagging, cold sweats, hyperventilation, dizziness, even coughing up blood, seemingly triggered by reminders of something, it can range from small signs to all out collapsing, something which when she is rarely in her human form, she seems to struggle with immensely, even to do such simple things as buying food from a shop with change she's found, or speaking to certain people.

Other:
-Has a soft spot for young humans, seems to hate most werewolves with a passion.
-Tends to come off as cold even when she doesn't mean to.
-Is in fact easily embarrassed.
-Is the type of person to not ask for help, even when they really need it, but happily sacrifice themselves for others.

________​

 

[OGAirbear]

Name
Arya Fernir

Gender
Female
Pack Position
Delta
Human occupation
AEMT working on becoming a doctor

Age
21
Appearance
bright green eyes
Personality
Arya is a kind soul who will help anyone in need. That being said she also has a temper as fiery as her hair. She doesn't like to be pushed around and she isn't afraid to fight for herself. She is a very closed off person and doesn't like to share her deep feelings with others in fear of getting hurt. She is a sassy lass who isn't afraid to take charge if needed but she prefers to follow someone she believes in. Arya is very stubborn and headstrong and although it may take a long time to earn her trust once earned, Arya is loyal to the death and will do anything for the few she loves.
Backstory
Arya is from a pack far up north which is why she enjoys the cold and snow. Her parents were the alphas of this northern pack until humans hunted them down and slaughtered them. Arya is the lone survivor of her pack because she was off hunting when the humans attacked. She is still riddled with guilt over it and that is why she doesn't trust easily. Arya was only 15 when she ran away from her old territory and found this new pack that took her in. She was resentful towards the humans for what they had done but soon learned that like wolves, there are good and bad humans. She became an AEMT to help save as many good people as she can to make up for not being there for her family.
Anything Extra
She has the ability to feel others pain through skin to skin contact which she uses when treating patients.

Also she's straighish

 

[Amyleii]

Name: Ami

Gender: female

Pack Position: pup

Human occupation
1st grade

Age 7

Appearance

Personality: youthful, playful, a bit shy towards new people. Loving and caring.

Backstory: Ami is a vary young pup, her parents where killed for being werewolves along with the rest of her former pack but she was hidden away. She was found by this pack and is slowly learning to trust them.

Any thing Extra: she has a bit of control over electricity but since she is young it’s not vary much more then static.

 

[OGAirbear]

Name
Blaire Underwoode

Gender
Female
Pack Position
Northern Clan Beta
Human occupation
None she hates humans
Age
23
Appearance

Personality
Cold, unloving to most, harsh, scared of emotions, loyal, protective
Backstory
Blaire was raised in a small pack that hated humans. When she was still a pup humans found her and took her from her pack thinking she was a stray dog. Blaire was never taught how to change into her human form so she was trapped in her wolf form. It didn't take long for Blaire to escape her human captures but on her way back to her pack she was taken to a pound. She lived in the pound for 11 years until she was able to turn into her human form. She escaped and ran into the woods to look for her long gone pack. She soon found Orion and he showed her kindness. In a time when she was lost, unloved, and alone she decided to follow him and become his beta. He is the closest thing she has to family and is fiercely loyal to him alone.
Anything Extra
She can read the emotions of people within ten feet of her

 

[Amyleii]

name: Wedge

Gender male

Pack Position: zeta (northern pack)

Human occupation: med school

Age: 21

Appearance:


Personality: quiet, nervous, intelligent, laid back.

Backstory: wedge was a runt of the litter, in all senses. His intelligence was highly noted at a young age though, and he was chosen to take over zeta duties at the young age of 7. He was trained by the former zeta of the northern clan until he took ill and couldn’t keep up with the hunts. He was given an honorable chance at death and was killed in combat with the former alpha in order to uphold his honorable name within the pack. Wedge immediately took over as zeta from there.

Any thing extra: he has bested Orion in combat when they where younger by being smart and tactful, because of this wedge has a limp, as his new alpha wanted to make sure he remembered never to tell the others about that fight.
S Shibe

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Name || Cassian Langston (Cas only to trusted friends and colleagues.)

Gender || Male

Pack Position || Northern Clan Beta

Age || 25

Personality || To put it bluntly, Cassian can easily be described as a stone wall. He appears at first to be a very stern and quiet young man, but underneath he hides a more savage and violent, intimidating side. He believes that werewolves should be werewolves and not have to bow down to humanity's standards- they're stronger, faster, and they have the same intellect as humans. They can adapt and overcome just as well as humans. Due to this, his belief is that wolves who blend in with humanity should either be killed or converted back into their more feral side. He's sharp even to his own packmates, constantly clawing his way up to the top. There have been rumors that Cassian plans to eventually break off from his own pack and go on his own attempt to convert humane werewolves back into their fiercer selves.

It can be noted, however, that when it comes to people that Cassian genuinely trusts or wants to impress/be with, his demeanor takes a turn. He becomes a little more open, cracking a few deadpan jokes, and he even becomes "softer" in a sense. This is extremely rare, however.

Backstory || Cassian doesn't reveal too much of his backstory, nor does he care for it. This was the result of him being deposited on the doorstep of an orphanage when he was young, where it already felt like a constant struggle to stay on top. In the first place, this orphanage wasn't really the best- food was scarce, older kids liked bullying younger kids, and the adults could only do so much to try and restrain this violent behavior.

At some point, when he was around 12, Cassian finally snapped. In the middle of being picked on by a few older kids, he finally turned into a werewolf. Young as he may be, the sight of one of the kids you've known for almost 12 years suddenly turn into a snarling wolf was enough to startle the orphanage. Cassian took this as an opportunity to run away.

He spent a long time as a wolf before a fierce looking Alpha found him. Cassian's first instinct was to attack him the moment the other Alpha showed him any sign of hostility. After a while of tussling with each other, the Alpha grew impressed with his prowess and offered him a place in the pack.

Without much choice- as the Alpha's pack members had shown up-, Cassian reluctantly agreed, already hungry and exhausted from the battle. For a long while, he clawed his way up the pack's ranks, eventually reaching the rank of Beta for his violence and ferocity. Cassian had also developed the same appreciation for fighting prowess as his Alpha during his time in the pack.

He was surprised, then, when the Alpha asked him to lead a small group of wolves to intercept another group that was seemingly looking for another home. Cassian agreed readily and headed out. When his group got there, they managed to scout out the opposing group- it was a relatively simple one, travelling in an efficient but predictable pattern. What looked to be Deltas and Omegas were in the middle of the group, flanked by two Betas and two Gammas. The group also had pups travelling with them, sticking close to the Deltas and Omegas.

Cassian split up his group into two- they were all Betas. They hit the group with a pincer attack, trying their best to take out the Deltas and Omegas and catch the defenders by surprise. While that part of the plan mostly succeeded, their own bloodthirst and ferocity was turned on them as the defenders proved themselves to be very capable fighters, able to match them claw for claw and fang for fang. Cassian found himself fighting against a brown wolf- a Gamma, he guessed- that would not give up no matter what he did, no matter what injuries he inflicted upon her. Eventually, after a nasty neck wound, she bit off a part of his ear, causing them both to retreat.

Cassian, having suffered the lesser injury, only took some time to himself. He found himself impressed and...quite frankly, attracted to the other wolf's fighting prowess. As a result, after he recovered, he tracked down the other wolf's scent through her blood. He eventually came upon a human girl collapsed against a tree with the same neck wound he gave the wolf from earlier, and figured out that this was the wolf he was looking for.

Cassian was just about ready to shift into his human form and carry her back to his pack- his pack could do well with someone with as much ferocity as her. However, he hadn't noticed that he wandered near a hunter's lodge until a black-haired human hunter came out with a shotgun and forced him to retreat.

He was, of course, beaten for his failure to take out the pack, although he was sure that his group members had taken out the other Gamma. However, he couldn't care- he wanted to find that Gamma again. As a result, he staked out the hunter's lodge in his human form for a while, finding out that it belonged to a man named Yuugo Carmichael- and that he had adopted the wolf he found as a younger sister. Cassian watched as she grew slowly from the fierce wolf he fought that day into a hunter- albeit a human one.

It was something that made him sick to the bone. Wolves were being domesticated! They were losing touch with their feral roots! And so, Cassian made up his mind that he would turn these wolves back into who they once were...starting with that Gamma and her packmates.

Extra ||
- Cassian has no relatives. He doesn't even know his birth parents, although he couldn't really give a rat's ass about them for abandoning him in an orphanage.
- He's strong, despite his lanky looks- even for a werewolf.
- Cassian's survival instincts are rather strong, and he prioritizes his own life over others. His time at the orphanage have given him sleight of hand and quick feet.

 

[Ryse]

"A Deal With The Devil Is A Deal With Me~"

Name: Vanessa Valentine
Age: Thirty Two
Gender: Female
Country: London
Species: Hybrid
Loyalties: Herself
Pack Position: Loner
Occupation: Supernatural Hunter

A particular fascination lies nurtured under her oppressive seams. The thirst for somatic superiority. The beautiful, the superficial husk to which her eyes long to ravage and her fingers ache to purge from the pearly bone beneath. To render tissues and paint her own canvas of grisly disfigurement. Though such drastic pleasures are tempered beneath her simple desire to covet, to substantiate herself over them and make them crawl upon the floor in quiescent conquest. Subservience. Sweet slavery, overvalued liberty pilfered.

She has a similar fascination for things of old, treasures; trinkets that shine, and valuables that glimmer. Everything of corporeal splendor must be owned, she must have all, and she is above no means to obtain her desires. Whether by deception, or simply merciless and perverse devastation. Her jealous rage, her demoniac beguilement. Adonian rite, the smoldering grace of Apollo and the intentful lavish of Artemis's hunterian demand, she is the last remnant of primeval strike, the bow and arrow that brought down the erymanthian boar, the sharpened drive of the sword through the impassable flesh of nemean lion, and that severed the screaming heads of the lernaen hydra all within the single, fell blow of hardied hands; famed bane of Hera, the lustful fault of Zeus, within her, she carries the herculean heritage of divinity's past and the mortal fracture of human lethality.

Shuddering power of eidolon regime, reigning imminence of rugged kings of the wilds, it drenches her in a thickened slather of sworn herald made in the promise of wrenching blood cut from the thrumming heart-lines of a dying sovereign of primitive strain and drawn from the aegis of iron chalices. Looming, muscular, she is The Hunter, Every inch of sleekened, roughened curvatures that brim with the hardened press of delving flesh honed, edging muscle that were wrought to withhold, to remain adamant against driving force that shift, ripple, and curve in the arch of gleaming sinew forged in the searing pyres of rigid cast, of Hephaestus's dwelling brilliance beneath sable, alabaster flesh. She is the last meld born phillistine, of liberated savagery, the czars of old with her golden kissed eyes of steadfast assertion of unfaltering resolve that remains intent upon its final purpose; to destroy and conquer.

A precursor of famine, the ravager of beauty and the usurper of wealth. She is a woman composed of debilitating darkness, the cavalier of decay wrapped gallantly in genteel robes. A curved beak gilded, glimmering in its satiating garnishments of mannerly offence, acerbic syllables sure to scorch the salt in a weeping wound and appall, though bandage with liquid honey. There is a predatory charisma which exudes from every encrusted aperture; a miasmic allure, a tyrannous magnetism which alike moth to flame, only fascinates to burn.

To scald the skin, and fester the flesh. Classic, dapper debonair, she extrudes the more roughened persuasion of feminine refinement, the hard boned stature absent of soft and fleshy distinction to define a more a lacking caliber, but there is nothing upon her that manifests the slightest provoking thought of subtlety within the hardened expanse of powerful, rippling sinew, and delving, calloused features of someone who had to mature far beyond their due.

Of considerable frame, she powerful among those who would bend to the will of lesser authority, toned and edged in the sharpened raze of a driving blade, primal and coiled bearing of silent wait of a crusade vindicator, an artisan of both impassioned affair as its contrive lines the thickened proportion of virile eminence. Laden deep in the thickened raze of wildened obsidian, lavished in the profound hue of obscurity and penumbra, she is a creature of dusk and shade that looms in the contour of evoking the memory of midnight, of searing torridity, and the listless chime of carillon warning in the distance beneath the tracing intimacy of fevered fingertips as burnished, bedroom eyes of avid gold eclipse in the smoldering veil of carnality.

More, more, more! Elusive beast, devil of avid affections, the immaculate tongues of angels doth traverse, wander over perfected flesh and flawless gaze. Honeyed, dewy under the gaze of watchful, observant eye spying havoc upon little light. She bleeds, immortality; she sings, hymns of the divine. She, an idol of righteous sin and martyrdom, a solitary flaw. Spider veins wept, tears of malice, of sanguine wine upon the bare of fair porcelain back, china cracked and irrevocably repaired over the span of years. Still, the imperfection lies, nestled endearingly upon the slight dip betwixt lithe, feminine shoulders.

Welcome to a world of monsters, oh audience mine~

​

• Born and Raised in London with her twin brother Victor.
• Hails from a family of Werewolves that flourished in the outskirts.
• Her mother was a Vampire, she and Vanessa's father relationship was a secret up until Vic and Van reached maturity.
• Upon reaching maturity Van and Vic began to display troubling behavior associated with the mixed blood they shared.
• Victor & Vanessa were trained by both their mother and their father to gain control of their apposing bloodlines.
• The Twins eventually became apart of the Family Business of hunting malevolent or troublesome supernatural creatures, including their own kind.
• Into their adulthood the twins continued their families legacy and traveled the world hunting the remaining Vampires, Werewolves, and others.
• Victor opted to retire after an incident in Bolivia. Vanessa continued work and Victor became a gunsmith after their father.
• Vanessa receives word that her twin brother was murdered, his throat ripped out by a beast in America.
• You and i both know what happens next~

OOC: Quick little profile i whipped up for Vanessa. I'll add extra info later ^^.

 

[BookWyrm]

Name
Slayde

Gender
Male

Pack Position
Beta

Human occupation
Bouncer at Carpe Noctem

Age
28

Appearance




Personality
Introverted, level-headed, empathetic, and known for a dark sense of humor. Slayde is reserved with outsiders, even considered stand-offish to hostile. His pack knows a different wolf altogether. Slayde is a deeply caring and has been heavily involved with the pack since his return from overseas. Bellow the mischievous smile and charming personality, though, lies a deeply wounded soul.

Backstory
Slayde grew up in the Southern Appalachian mountains, a far cry from Maine where he and his pack resides. In his youth he found it difficult to manage his dual lifestyle, which led to many troubles separating the two. It wasn't until he graduated high school and looked to join the Army that he finally got his act together. Slayde would go on to spend the next nine years serving in the Army's 75th Ranger Regiment as a Point Man, eventually joining the Reconnaissance battalion, all the while managing to keep his lycanthropic nature hidden thanks to a handful of other wolven service members.

During his ninth year of service he received medical discharge from what was claimed to be a "traumatic shrapnel wound." In truth he and his "pack" of other lycan service members were attacked by a member of their own unit who had somehow discovered their true nature. The situation never made it to the news and Slayde managed to secure an honorable discharge, yet when he returned home he couldn't help but feel like his life was now meaningless. Driven to alcohol by trauma and depression, Slayde wandered the states, eventually arriving in Portland Maine, where he found his saving grace in the form of his new pack.

Any thing Extra
-Slayde is an expert combatant, be it armed or unarmed
-Peak fitness
-Naturally gifted tracker
Theme

 

[Kipsy]

Name
Kody Sylvester

Gender
Male

Pack Position
Northern Clan Omega

Human Occupation
Barista

Age
22

Height
5'3"

Personality
Meek in nature, Kody tends to keep to himself. He's great at calming down others and is a huge empath. There are times where he can tell what someone's feeling without even having to look their way. For this reason, he specializes in helping people sort out their differences or improving their moods.

Backstory
He and his sister grew up in an orphanage up until they were seven, their parents having passed away in a tragic burglary. They were both separated and given to different foster families. As a result, their upbringings had varying impacts on their personality. Over time, they began to think the other had gone to live in a better place. Yet, they'd remained in the same town all this time.

As he grew, Kody realized he was a wonderful cook. He wanted to pursue this passion His foster father was especially supportive of his endeavors, constantly researching new recipes for them to try. Kody was seventeen when his foster father passed away from a heart attack. Determined to make sure he lived up to his father's expectations, Kody never stopped pushing himself. He continued to get good grades, forced himself to practice cooking even when he wasn't feeling up to it, and never stopped trying new things. That is, until he worked himself to exhaustion.

He felt like he was getting nowhere in life, that nothing he was doing amounted to anything of significance. Struggling to find his place in it all, he ended up joining a pack. There he found acceptance in a way he thought never possible. He's in their debt.

Other
Twin sister: Klara Sylvester

(Right is Kody; Left is Klara)
​

Name
Klara Sylvester

Gender
Female

Pack Position
Zeta

Human Occupation
Librarian

Age
22

Height
5'4"

Personality
The opposite of her brother, Klara has a mouth that doesn't stop running once it gets started. She's stubborn and manipulative and doesn't take 'no' for an answer. She's incredibly adept with board games and strategizing in general. Ask anyone, and they'll tell you she loves to play and outwit her opponents. If she doesn't win, though, prepare to see her mope.

Backstory
She and her brother grew up in an orphanage up until they were seven, their parents having passed away in a tragic burglary. They were both separated and given to different foster families. As a result, their upbringings had varying impacts on their personality. Over time, they began to think the other had gone to live in a better place. Yet, they'd remained in the same town all this time.

Having a rougher upbringing than her brother, Klara learned early on that disobedience would not be tolerated. She became perfect in every essence of the word just to avoid punishments by her foster parents, who treated her like the scum of the earth. It didn't take long, though, for her facade to fade into something much more horrid. Angry and frustrated, Klara planned and executed her parents' death. She tampered with the breaks of their car and made the whole thing seem like an accident.

Free from oppression, Klara continued down a dark path. She joined gangs, graffitied walls and vans, and shoplifted cigarettes, to which she's developed a rather unhealthy addiction. It didn't take long, though, for her to realize she wanted a deeper connection with people just like her. She joined her pack when she was twenty, quickly gaining rep for her intelligence and quick wits.

Other
Twin brother: Kody Sylvester​

 

[scorpiodragon]

Name Wind Nightshade (human alias is Charlotte Delacour)

Gender Female

Pack Position Loner

Human occupation Prostitute/Writer

Age 18

Appearance

Personality Wind is protective of her younger brother and daughter and a deeply devoted mother. Devoted to her kin, she does her best to ensure that Bone and Tempest have good lives and as an alpha's pup she has the aggression to back up her words and carries a meanstreak when angered, backed into a corner or defending her daughter. Wind won't allow anyone to take advantage of her again or her heart, thus she has closed it off and learns from her mistakes. Other than defending her daughter, Wind is generally a mellow yet confident female who carries herself with pride and dignity though knows when its time to have fun. She will defend her daughter to her death, Bone is everything to her and she doesn't trust many, believing they all have something to gain for "offering" help to her, help which she rejects with snapped jowls and an occasional bite or punch. She loves to write and sing though her brother has more of a musical talent but she can sing enough to make some extra cash and she can cook well enough to not poison her daughter.

Backstory Born in the British Virgin Islands, Wind was the eldest daughter and heiress to the Nightshade family and their pack. Nightshade was the biggest family and pack with Oceanus being the second biggest. They lived there happily, three other packs within the British Virgin Isles until a hurricane hit when she was fifteen and Tempest was twelve, some of their pack dying within the hurricane as well as some of the other packs members. It forced the four packs to immigrate to London, the Nightshade and Oceanus Packs merging together into one pack upon arriving in London to create Thunder Sand, the smaller packs merging together as well. While the smaller joined pack moved northwards, Kelp and Sea tried to get the pack settled in London but a bigger pack moved in on them...a pack that conquered smaller packs. They were taken over, the siblings ousted from their birthright along with the Oceanus heir and they tried to flee...it didn't work as the eldest son of the pack took Wind and bred her, the son of the big pack and a smaller pack that had been conquered, siring a daughter with Wind. On the winter solstice, Wind, Tempest and Bone...the daughter of Wind and the eldest son of the new alpha fled along with the Oceanus heir, fleeing to America with a few younger members who hadn't been killed in the fighting and were loyal to the three wolves. Wind, Tempest and Bone were separated upon reaching America's shores during a blizzard, not prepared for the sudden gusts of storms that sprang up out of the night, separating the group. They wanted to reform their pack but with the separation the only ones left were Wind, Tempest and Bone. They traveled for moons together until another storm separated them and Wind found herself truly alone with only her daughter with her. She left her brother, finding him when injured with a pack which she later left, fearing the siblings being ousted again while she hopes to find the Oceanus heir, resorting to prostitution to make do so she can feed her daughter and herself.

Any thing Extra
Tempest Nightshade (human alias is Cadmus Delacour)-younger brother
Bone Nightshade (human alias is Willow Delacour)-NPC daughter (TBI later, 4 years)
Wind can manipulate earth and has electrokinesis.

Spoiler: Bone Nightshade

Name Tempest Nightshade (human alias is Cadmus Delacour)

Gender Male

Pack Position Northern Clan Newcomer

Human occupation Thief, Artist & Musician

Age 15

Appearance

Personality A quiet and introspective person, he likes to work with his hands and what could be considered female things...cooking, sewing and gardening. He has a passion for art and music with a sharp eye and even sharper senses of scent and hearing. Light Footed and confident of himself as an alpha pup, he is protective of his niece bone and worries a lot for his sister's occupation, fearing losing her. He watches Bone, knowing his sister doesn't want her to know what his sister does to get food for them. He has a temper like his father and sweet caring side like his mother but his temper only really comes out when defending his family. He is a rather loyal wolf but being betrayed with his sister and ousted from their pack gives him some trust issues and makes him bitter. Taking his job as uncle seriously, he is slowly teaching Bone how to steal, hoping she can join him one day on his expeditions. He loves the past and archaeology as well as being an adventurous sort of wolf. He's a dreamer and often thinks of exploring and going to far off places, however his sister and his niece keep him from leaving...without him to watch Bone, the wolf gods only know what would happen to Bone. He is quite stern with his niece but can also be a fun loving uncle as well, stepping in as her father figure since she has nobody but him and her mother.

Backstory The younger son of Kelp and Symphony of the Nightshade family, the biggest pack of the British Virgin Islands. The siblings grew up well quite well until their pack was forced to move to England when a hurricane hit, destroying the homes of the four packs of the British Virgin islands. They siblings got to London with their pack, some dying on the journey, those that hadn't been lost in the hurricane and tried to settle into a new territory but after a couple years the siblings of the Nightshade family were ousted from their position and forced to flee for their lives, their parents killed as their pack was taken over. Sometime during their time in London, his sister was bred and had a daughter, the father being the son of the leader of the pack that had taken them over and a female of on of the conquered packs...an omega as literally all the females were made upon being conquered. They eventually fled with some other wolves, the Oceanus heir being one of them and got to America but were separated in a blizzard. Another storm came and separated them when they were trying to hunt for food and shelter...turning them around, it caused Tempest to get injured and his sister was forced to leave him at a pack for safe keeping, the male turning to thievery, art and music to try to get money for what was left of their small family.

Any thing Extra
Wind Nightshade (older sister)
Bone Nightshade (NPC niece)
Tempest is a pyromaniac, he can manipulate fire and heat.

 

[Kethre]

Name
Lesiu Sova (known primarily as Professor Sova, or "The Owl")

Gender
Male

Pack Position
White Mountain Zeta

Human occupation
History Professor

Age
55

Appearance


Personality
Pensive, cunning, calculating. Professor Sova, while physically weaker than the pups, prides himself in his strength of mind. The trials of his past tire him, and now whatever warmth he may have had while younger is just a memory. He is cold, distant, and always thinking. He is not prone to sorrow or joy, but he can become quite angry when questioned by those above or beneath him. The years have given him that privilege at least.

Backstory
You don't see many werefolk live as old as Professor Sova these days. The pups either try to survive through strength or fear, and for Lesiu Sova it's a bit of both, and brains on top of that. Descending from a long line of werefolk, they say Sova is one of the last true European werewolves, though he couldn't say if that were true or not himself. He grew up without a large pack, within his own family, learning how to hide his nature and how to survive. That wasn't enough for him. In his idealistic youth, he started his quiet fight for a place for his own kind, knowing well enough that if nothing were to be done, the werefolk would truly become extinct. He knew that without knowledge and funds, that dream would turn to ash along with the rest.

The years gave him disappointments one after another. At 34, his family was outed by another pack with a grudge, and everyone knows what happens then. If he were a dumber sort, he would've burned with them. Fortunately the fates gave him a head, and he used it just enough to give up on the idea of revenge. And so he continued: accruing knowledge, being smart, working towards something bigger than him, but somehow the goal never came closer. Every pack he associated with would be hunted down one way or another. The werewolves' numbers kept getting thinner. Too much longer, and there would be no feasible way to survive at all.

Joining the White Mountain pack wasn't ideal, but it was a step, and landed himself in a position to influence the pups to be smarter in their goals. Or that was the idea. It seems to be a constant fight to teach any pup anything; they're too invested in ego and dominance. Werefolk have fought amongst themselves so much it looks as though the humans don't need to do anything at all these days. It's Lesiu's self-inflicted duty to at least try to create a better future for his kind.

Anything Extra
Lesiu Sova is not his original name due to his family's unfortunate demise, but by all means is his real name by law. Sova quite literally means "Owl", which has really grown to suit him. Despite his old age, his senses are keen, and some think he has eyes in the back of his head. Complete hogwash, of course.

 

[GlitchQueen]

Name: Bay

Gender: Female

Pack Position: Newcomer

Human occupation: College Student & Works at a café

Age: 18

Appearance:



Personality: Bay is usually a really fun and goofy person, but she does tend to be rather quiet when she's around people she just met. She can sometimes give you a loner vibe, but that's not 100% her. She's ambivert, she loves to socialize, but sometimes needs a little space.

Backstory: Bay was found on the side of the road at the age of one. She was found by a group of surprisingly loving and caring vampires. When she turned twelve, a group of werewolves killed the vampire that took her in. The took her and ran. They forced her to join their pack and she endured three years of abuse. Once she turned fifteen, she ran away and never looked back.

Any thing Extra: Practices witchcraft

 

[Yum3ko]

Name: Ivy Jackson (Isn’t fond of nicknames)

Gender: Female

Pack Position: Delta

Human occupation: Works as a nurse from time to time in a small clinic

Age: 20

Appearance















Personality
she’s a quiet and sometimes emotionless person and can sometimes come off as elegant or classy when she doesn’t mean too, even though she gives cold looks too nearly everyone she will be one of the first people to step in once a pack member is injured. She isn’t one for showing affection and love to others but once it comes to the Alpha and Beta she shows a high amount of respect for the both of them, admiring their courage and dark ways, as well as their hatred to humans. She despises humans herself, believing that wolves like her are above scrawny and horrid humans, she couldn’t give less of a care in the world if they had died right in front of her. She has a lot of medical knowledge on medicines, herbs and human anatomy. She loves spending her free time reading about the way not only a human’s body works but other animals as well, learning vital spots and how to put one to death in a matter of seconds but would rather take care of others then risk getting hunted and die in a horrid way.


Backstory
At the age of 4 she had watched both parents beaten to death in wolf forms right in front of her by a group of human hunters as they all laughed, thus her hatred began, she had made her escape with only her mother’s old herb and medicine book and the clothes on her back. Since 4 years old she had learned to fend for herself, learning how to hunt, sometimes steal clothes that fit her, which plants that were edible, the ones that helped disinfect wounds and the way not only her but other small animals bodies reacted to different mixtures.

But at the age of 15 she had been found and taken in by an older woman who lived alone but had been a wolf herself as she taught Ivy how to shift to and from her wolf form as well as conceal her hatred for humans when around them. For a few years Ivy had found her knowledge of medicines and illnesses on wolves to expand as well as her knowledge on a wolf’s body. But at the age of 18 the old woman had passed away where she then joined the Northern Pack.


Anything Extra
-She was born with a genetic condition known as heterochromia iridise which causes her eyes to be two different colours (an electric blue colour and an emerald green one)

-She seems weak but still has much physical strength but doesn’t use it often

-Doesn’t like to use guns as she finds them too loud and instant and prefers to kill other with her bare hands or a sharp blade if she must

-Hates any other wolf in her pack with a passion.

(I couldn’t find a picture of someone with different coloured eyes so I used that one instead)

 

[MittyMittens]

Name
Darby Teagan (Darbs or Red)

Gender
Female

Pack Position
Alpha

Human occupation
Local Psychic

Age
32

Appearance
5'10" Curvy hourglass figure.

Personality
Darby is a rather complicated person if you ever get to know her. She's mostly aloof and stoic and if you get any sort of smile from her that's a rare feat indeed. First impression of her is overly serious and a bit intimidating. She's not one for small talk and awkward silences are her forte', she won't fill the void just for your behalf nor tip-toe around your feelings. She's an excellent hunter and provider. And on the other side of the coin she'd lay her life down for any of her pack members and if they need anything at all, something material or a shoulder to cry on she'd be there for you. Just make sure to tell her that's all you want or she'll be liable to dish out some tough love or truths you may not want to hear. But she has no problem putting some disrespectful or unruly in their place. Once you get to know her you can get all you need to know about what she's thinking from her eyes, as stoic as her expression may be her eyes always give her away. She's very untrusting of new people and has no problem making it known whether it be spoken or the way she looks at you. Those who truly know her, know her to be quite kind and rather charming and funny at times. And when the moon is right and the temperature is perfect and you get her on a friday or saturday night full of tequila, she's a rather wild creature indeed. She even could be considered fun when her control freak tendencies are released from her grasp.

Backstory
Not many know her backstory as she's been a staple of the pack for quite some time. She came from a family of outlaws so to speak, always on the run her home was nowhere. Anyone who asks her where shes' from she always gives a different answer. A gypsy soul if nothing else she grew up watching her mother read tarot cards, fortunes, palm readings, and anything else the human kind would eat up. She quickly learned the skill herself, whether she was a peddler or actually had some psychic ability no one knew. Mostly she had the innate ability to read people, to tell them what they wanted to hear or keep it so generalized it was satisfactory enough. She refused to use her skills on pack members and their opinion may be because she was perhaps a fraud or perhaps she was afraid to tell them what it would be. Their kind often had tragic backstories and futures alike. Her father was a thief and a rather abusive man both her parents occupations keeping them moving almost constantly. However, one day her mother complained that perhaps they could straighten up, give Darby a real home where she could go to school with other children rather than being home schooled (perhaps reason for some of her unsocial tendancies). Her father was in a rather foul mood and the timing of her mother asking such a thing couldn't of been any worse. Darby came home to their RV they traveled in with poor timing of her own; catching her father overtop of her mother having already gone from this world. Darby only saw red and her father was soon gone from this world as well. She ran for a few years before she came to the pack in her teenage years welcomed with open arms regardless of her past. What she did in those years between no one knows. And so though her moral compass doesn't exactly point due North, she is loyal to them.

Any thing Extra
She has a bad habit of smoking cigarillos
Has a fondness for cute fuzzy things.
Loves to run the woods in wolf form to clear her head, if she's missing that's usually where she's at.

Theme Song:

 

[GhastlySquash]

Name:

Laurie Torvald

Gender

Female

Pack Position

Zeta

Human occupation
Sheriff's Deputy

Age

26

Appearance


Personality

A heavy alcoholic and a lover of all things beer, Laurel as she likes to be called is a creature of habit. She can be wildly cheerful at times but also heavily dramatic at others. Despite this, she's extremely observant and often notices things that others don't. Although she's often a klutz in the pack, she can follow orders and she's known to be a big supporter of the new alpha. She's fond of teasing the younger pups but in the end, she's often considered a bad influence when she tries to drag the pack to the latest bar.

As a sheriff's deputy, she finds herself mainly working community events but she's also known to eavesdrop and pop into conversations she wasn't initially allowed into.

Backstory

Born Laura Torvald, she was a victim of circumstance. A child whose parents feared werewolves and yet...somehow...their daughter was one. Initially, one would think Laura was doomed to be euthanized but ironically her parents refused. Instead, they taught her to hide her bestial side in favor of keeping up appearance. For the majority of her life, Laura learned to live like a normal girl. She had a relatively normal childhood, the kind where the only torment of her past was realizing that even mentioning her "tantrums" would get her grounded for a week.

It wasn't until she graduated college that she realized she needed someone that appreciated what she was. And McNamara's clan was the solution. The guy was charismatic, but he was also building a family where few people had one. Coming from a family that gave her a childhood, Laura almost joined out of pity.

She wanted to prove that she could care for others like her parents cared for her. By then, it was her idea to join the sheriff's department for the pack's advantage. It helped them stay low and it gave them a cover and a cushion.


Any thing Extra
Everyone calls her Deputy Brandy for her one bar story that involves brand

Expect her to break into random karaoke matches.