Name: Lucas (Frostbite)

Breed: Lupus

Auspice: Galliard

Tribe: Fianna

Rank: 1

Gifts: Call of the Wyld
Beast Speak
Predators Arsenal

Personality: True to his Fianna heritage, Lucas is a hopeless romantic and falls for just about any woman. Due to his upbringing however, most contact with females(especially humans and homids) is extremely awkward and brash and more than once has earned him a slap to the face.
Despite this, Lucas is generally friendly. He makes jokes and sarcastic comments to try and lighten a dark mood. While this works more often than not, it has caused Lucas his fair share of fights.

Lucas considers himself an introvert simply because he enjoys books, lore, and songs. Any human and garou alike would find him charismatic and overly outgoing without the maddening cheer that goes with it.
Lucas hides his true feelings, masking them behind a fake smile. He has learned to control his emotions so well, you would think he is happy rather than angry or sad.
Lucas is mistrustful of humans and keeps them two arm lengths away.

Biography: Lucas was born in the Fianna homeland of Ireland. Long free of the wolf terror, growing up was a challenge for he and his mother. Somehow they were able to survive with the human threat looming ever closer as the days rolled by.
Even as a pup, Lucas was curious about humans, though he was careful to never go beyond the fauna or attack their meat. He really wanted to though.
Every chance he got, he left his pack and peered through the bushes at a nearby farm. The humans that lived there seemed happy. He wanted that for himself and his mother. One day, a young woman arrived at the farm. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid his eyes on. Lucas knew in his heart he wanted her, but she was a human and he was a wolf. How could it ever be? He let it go, knowing that if he lingered, he may commit the most serious of wolfen offenses. Lead a human to his pack. One day lead to another and soon two years passed. He chased deer and an assortment of other prey. The thrill of the hunt, wind through his fur; there was no word to express or feeling to match. He was a master of these woods, he and his kin.
During such a hunt, Lucas felt a strange sensation. It was also unmatched in word and feeling. This was something far more than wisps of air flowing around his body. It was a change. His paws took another form, followed by his legs. Soon his fur was shedding and not like winter fur during summer. It fell off. In clumps. His skin stretched and his bones shifted, becoming something foreign yet familiar. Before he could work out what was happening, it was over. He looked at his paws, they were replaced by hands. There was no fur on his body aside from a snowy white mop that now fell over his eyes.
He was human.
It was impossible. It had to be. His mother never told him..
These thoughts shot through his mind like a bullet to the head. All the while, Lucas laid motionless. Paralyzed by his fear. If he moved, it would be real.
Dark came quickly, and Lucas opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't looking up at the sky. He didnt know where he was. With a sudden burst of fear, Lucas sat up. His arms and legs, they were the same as before. This was.. real. He heard a voice next to him. It was the young woman from two years ago. She spoke to him, but he couldn't understand her words, they were garbled. Lucas started to breath fast as he stared at her. She reached out to him and he shoved her away with a strength unknown to him, throwing her into a vanity. Lucas fell to floor off some sort of fluffy thing. He didn't have time to figure it out. The woman struggled to stand, she was bleeding. She looked at him with horror. Lucas backed away from the girl as best he could, having barely any control over his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stars twinkling. With no concern to himself, Lucas launched his body through the window. The glass shattered around him, leaving cuts all over his body. He needed to get back to his pack. To safety. Lucas raced through the woods, it didn't dawn on him that his body was again that of a wolf. He ran. He didn't stop. Lucas soon found himself at his pack den. Or what was left of it. He pack was gone. Blood was splattered on the dirt and nearby trees. The den had been dug up, any pups were either dead or taken to grow up in a zoo. That was no life for a wolf. A sad, lonely howl escaped Lucas as he stood among the ruins of his home. It was cut short as a bullet whizzed by his body. Mourning would have to wait, he needed to get out of here. He ran away from his home and everything he ever knew and hid. Soon the hunt was called off and Lucas moved to the edge of the woods. He had to be a human to move any further. He couldn't control it though, could he? Lucas spent the next year testing his new skill and hiding his true nature from the humans. Finally he was able to willfully change into the creature he despised the most. Humans. 
Lucas learned their language and found there was a way to leave this island. A metal bird that could take him far away to a place called the U.S.A. he overheard that it was the place that one could start over. Maybe there would be others like him there. As far as he knew, there were none on the island. 
As soon as he had the money, most of which was stolen, Lucas boarded the giant metal creature destined for unknown lands. Apparently a place called Boston.

Current: Lucas resides in the Pawtuckaway caern.

Appearance: Wolf: [Img]http://api.ning.com/files/IrUOmpZSBqdKyLNLHCdYzHVlLyXU9Mens-e6dbEdugYg7kS80P7BZJnqEpqR8gDgyJUcOlO0plG9UQHZigWfldnUyA*NArLP/Pointedlywhitewolf.jpg[/img]
Fianna tribe symbol in black fur on right shoulder.
Human: white wild hair cut short, golden eyes, tattoo of Fianna tribe symbol on shoulder.
Athletic build.