H-hi!

Name: Wynter Michaelis

Age: 15

Appearance: [img]http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/02/e6/6b02e6e972a74e897898ebb533e45f69.jpg[/img]
		(Everything in this picture is accurate, but the eyes are actually seafoam color.)

Human, werewolf, or hunter?:  Human

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? N/A

If hunter: Were you born into it or did you become one by choice? N/A

Average Life: Wynter's day usually consists of cleaning, cooking, school, photography, and music. He's tried to keep himself busy ever since the accident, and keeps to himself in public. The only reason people ever even glance his way is because of his peculiar hair color, and seafoam eyes. He'd have to say he was at least satisfied with it, should you ask him. 

Personality: Wynter's very kind, and has a hard time saying no to people in need. He doesn't like to see people fight, and has issues with being assertive. He generally keeps to himself. Not because he's antisocial. Just unlucky enough to not be given a chance. By, well. Everyone.

Background: Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He's the person who is somewhat excited about moving, and he would be in this circumstance. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly.