[center] [color=LightSteelBlue][h2]:: Yakob Adamiak ::[/h2][/color] [sub] [i]“Can you stare into a wolf’s eyes long enough to see their colour?”[/i] [/sub] [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtejRvpwscY] Lay It All On Me [/url] | [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r98svcsH9fs]Autumn Leaves[/url] [hr] [h3][b]:: Personal Information ::[/b][/h3] [b]Full Birth-Given Name: [/b] Yakob Adamiak [b]Preferred Name // Nickname:[/b] Just Yakob is fine. [b]Sexual Orientation & Gender:[/b] I raise an eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously. “Male, heterosexual.” [b]Years Since My Birth:[/b] Twenty nine. [b]At What Age Were You Turned?:[/b] Twenty two. [b]Pack Standing:[/b] Pack Average. Though I think of myself as their father of sorts. Most of them are younger than me and I can’t help but feel like I have to take care of them. After all, I’ve been fighting this thing for longer than most of them have. [b]How Long Have You Been With the Devereaux Pack?: [/b] I’ve been here, in this wolf-pack for a year now. It hasn’t been long but I feel like those people are a part of me now and hopefully I can be a part of them too. [b]Also Knowing:[/b] This will be my final year as a human. [h3][b]:: General Information ::[/b][/h3] [b]Your Other Half:[/b] “Life.” I say flat-faced but seeing your expression a smirk cracks my lips and then I burst out laughing. When I calm down I put a hand through my hair and decide to elaborate. “No, seriously. What could be more precious?” [b]Family Members Affected by the Shiver:[/b] [/center] My parents… I suppose they’re still alive and well somewhere back in Polant. I’m not sure because I cut my ties with them shortly after I transformed for the first time and haven’t looked back since. I don’t quite remember what I told them… was it that I hate them or that I’m off to do business here in the US…. I honestly don’t remember. Anyway, they’re not so important. My grandfather is another story. He lives relatively close, in Minnesota. Ironically we became closer since my life started falling apart. My child and Maria… I couldn’t say if what affected them was this or my own selfishness. Either way, that’s sort of personal. I mean, more than most of your questions. [center][b]Furry Companions:[/b] I like animals but haven’t had one for a while. I mean, I ended up eating the last one by accident, so… I enjoy playing with other people’s pets but stay well clear when I feel the shift start. [h3][b]:: Other Information ::[/b][/h3] [b]Who Turned You and Changed Your Life:[/b] Does it really matter? [b]My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Affected Me: [/b][/center] I can’t talk much about the time before the Shiver. I try not to think about it. That [i]and[/i] it somehow pales in comparison. After you get to experience nature through the eyes and paws of a wolf things change. I couldn’t stay in one place for long and especially not in Europe where large carnivores are a rarity and a danger. It felt suffocating so I escaped. I moved to where my grandfather on my mother’s side lived. We were never particularly close when I was growing up, what, with the Atlantic between us, but when I moved to America I paid him a visit. A couple of times, actually. I immediately took a liking to his town as it had a wonderful pine forest right in the outskirts and that appealed to my wilder side. I settled down and eventually we bonded. He’s old and his health is fragile so he sometimes needs somebody to take care of him and for a while that someone was me. He didn’t know anything about the circumstances surrounding my sudden appearance, nor did he ask about my parents. I was grateful for that as my past life was more of a sore than a pleasant conversation point. I was here to build a new life, not dwell on the one I left behind. And I did, for a while it was heaven. I was working by day and roaming the woods by night with the local wolf pack and I always had someone to come home to. Granddad – Paul – was never nosy, he didn’t meddle in my affairs and I was content. I lost track of how many years I stayed there (must have been four or five) but it wasn’t meant to stay that way. Things were stirring; there was a crack in the bliss. Some hunters, now “poachers” were dissatisfied with the new law to prevent the hunting in Minnesota and they took it out on the wolves. It was almost a game to them, it seems, and to us it was a nightmare. Wolves started disappearing left and right and at first that was a good thing as it allowed us to expand our territory but soon the stench of rotting flesh and fear filled the forest. I tried to warn them but I underestimated the risk. Before I knew it, it was our turn. They shot them – us – quickly, one by one. I wasn’t spared, no. I think I was shot twice before salvation came. What saved me was that the hunt happened during a spring day and a sudden gust of warm wind triggered the transformation just as that monster was levelling the barrel of his shotgun to my head, ready to finish me off. I don’t know if what scared him was the way my flesh contorted or the agonising howl that bled into a scream. God knows what he thought as he watched his trophy morph into a naked, whimpering and bleeding human. Sometimes when I’m feeling down I like to imagine his face at that moment. Anyway, whatever he thought, he had the decency to leave. Him and all his friends. I was left with my dead friends and a few gunshot wounds. Sorry, I digress. I managed to get home and the part of me that was still lucid was surprised at how well Paul took the sight of me. He’d been a military-man, you see, so he knew how to stitch wounds. He didn’t quite know how to take stories of werewolves and poachers. But I thought he deserved the truth, and to be honest, I didn’t have much of a choice. He had a knife buried pretty deep in my thigh and didn’t seem like he’d think much of digging it even deeper… But you know… maybe it was all for the best. It pushed us even closer together. You could say we became partners in crime. And we did commit a few crimes. My first human murder…. It wouldn’t be my last. I cared deeply for the friends I lost but after all there’s no denying that they were “just” animals. However werewolves do exist and the image of any one hunter murdering an innocent child… I couldn’t live with it. So I started hunting them instead. I moved to Mercy Falls because I heard the same ban would soon be implemented in this state too and I wanted to protect as many people as I could. By whatever means possible. I met the Dav and got accepted into the pack. This is my life today. I protect my pack and live out my final months as a human. [center][b]How Some People Might See Me: [/b][/center] Hmm you like complicated questions, don’t you? Okay well…. Some will see me as a murderer. I can be ruthless, though I don’t enjoy killing. Not at all. But if I have to do it I will and I won’t hesitate a second time if I have any inkling my friends are in danger. But the ones who see me that way are few. My closest people. For most I look like a pretty chill guy actually. I seem calm and have a very subtle air of confidence about me – not the arrogant kind but the “I know what I’m doing” and “I’m on top of things” sort. Does that make me reliable? I’m not sure, possibly. But I stray from deep conncetions with people outside the pack. After all, I don’t have all the time in the world ahead of me. I’d rather not hurt anyone who truly comes to care for me if I can help it. So I suppose that makes me a bit distant as well, in a peculiar way. I’m kind and friendly but I do have a shell around me and even though I think people don’t notice, some might. I’m a bit more honest with my pack as I know me turning won’t be the end of us necessarily but… Other than that, I hope they think I’m dependable. I try to be. I also try to be wise and helpful but I’m not sure how well that works. [center][b]Standing Before a Mirror, I See:[/b] [sub][i]Thanks for the help to [@Monochromatic Rainbow] and Sunny.[/i][/sub] “Pine-green eyes, deep auburn hair, longish, stubble. Is that good enough? No?” I sigh and try to be more specific. “I’m taller than most guys but not by much. My face is long and my features are soft but also well-defined. My eyes are often narrowed. Some people think it’s a glare. Admittedly, sometimes it is, but more often than not it’s simply sleep deprivation. I have a lot on my mind and I find it hard to relax enough to invite sleep. But I don’t look at myself in the mirror often lately so I’m not sure how to better describe them. Perhaps…. If you asked Maria….” I cleared my throat, thinking back, "She told me how my eyes were deep. Deep and tawny. She told me how she could get lost in them…. That when she looked into my eyes, she felt safe, secure, like there was nothing in the world that threatened her, because I was there. God, how wrong she was. She wouldn’t have said it if she knew about the predator in me. But she liked the aftermath of it – the lean muscle, the often unkempt stubble and the ever-growing hair I never had time to cut. Some people don’t react so well to it. Many notice are fluid way my body moves and I’m pretty sure it does nothing to make them feel comfortable. They probably sense that they cannot match that. Match me. It goes for both my shapes, I’m fast, precise…. I hold the instruments for murder. It makes people wonder. It makes them edgy sometimes, if they see through the kind smile and gentle voice. I try to tone it down at work and when among commoners but truth is I don’t entirely hate that about myself. It’s useful in the right situations just the same way it’s a nuisance in others. [b]The Animal Hidden Below the Surface:[/b] As an animal I’m larger than most and full of muscle. My coat is a thick white-grey and I have a distinctive black triangle running up from my nose and almost connecting with a black star-like patch of fur on my forehead. My ears are darker in colour too, especially at the tips, and my paws are as big as snowshoes. Here’s a picture. I found it in the camera of someone I scared off our premises a while back. It was the first time I saw myself in my wolf form. [hider=Me][img]http://1.mshcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wolf_15.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Photographed Picture of Myself: [/b] “Fetch!” I grin, tossing you the picture. 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