[CHAR] Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

[WhenBooksFly101]

Name: Vashti Kelvin

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexual preference: Hetero

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner: Loner

Pack name: None

Pack position: None, but would be somewhere in the middle if she had one.

Appearance (picture or written description):

(Wolf Form)



Vashti is ‘5 foot “10, with long brown hair she keeps in a braid, and deep brown eyes. She has a slender yet fit physique and is as strong as any of the males.

Strengths (at least 3): Brave
Confident
Strong for a female

Weaknesses (at least 3): Can sometimes be a little too confident
Has a limp in her left leg when she overworks; from a past injury (See history)
Whilst protecting someone Vashti can get overly aggressive and attack when it is not needed.

Personality: Vashti is a loyal soul; kind and quick to help her friends when they need her. But, she is just as quick to hate and attack her enemies with severe aggression.
At times Vashti can be quite the adrenaline junky; tease-challenging other wolves and participating in dangerous activities. She enjoys hanging out with friends, and doesn’t handle being alone for long.

History: Vashti was a member of a pack located far away from Odessa; living there comfortably and taking her time to find a mate. She had friends, and loved her home dearly.

But, when one of the pack’s more dominant of males offered to be her mate, Vashti refused. He was a ruthless male with the tendency to kill those that stood in his way; she didn’t return his love.
This angered him and ignited a bloody battle between the two; injuring Vashti’s left leg badly. She was able to escape death and flee from the pack’s territory; leaving her home behind forever.

For nearly two months Vashti roamed the wilds; alone and in search of a new place to call home. She still sought her mate, but at that point of time she had her doubts of success. She promised herself this……if she failed in finding him, then she would make sure to live her last days to the fullest; going out with a deafening bang.

Other: Wears a small golden necklace with an emerald imbedded into the face

[The Muse of Eru]

Samantha "Sam" Carroway

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Geri, second-in-command
Appearance: 5'8", lean with muscle.



Strengths: Sam is cunning, which has allowed her to become Geri: she fights dirty and she usually finds out who she is fighting and what their weaknesses are. She trains with MMA and weights so that besides the obvious strength of a werewolf, she has the upper hand on those who don't weight train - and a more even playing field with the males. Besides that, Sam is fairly intuitive and can often guess who might be coming up against her soon. Her position is a prized one, since many would like to defeat Sam for the position of pack leader. Loyal to her leader, Sam maintains her position as an additional defense.

Weaknesses: Sam is a little too involved in the pack politics, which makes her both cynical and aggressive, where perhaps coyness might work better at times. Sam has a strong case of claustrophobia, inducing a panic that can heighten her senses to painful degrees and ruin any attempt at reasoning. Very little patience or diplomatic abilities.

Personality: Although intelligent, Sam's mind works more along the lines of street smart, with book smarts only prospering when she's alone and relaxed, never in a school environment. She is active and full of life, but she is also heavily involved in the Odessa pack. As second-in-command, she can issue orders to the majority of the pack, but her orders rarely go against the will of the pack leader. She has no desire to aspire to pack leader and acts as an additional defense. Although bright and good of mood, Sam's sense of humor is frequently absent and she is more often a stern alpha than a buddy.

History: An active lifestyle spanned Sam's mundane human history. She went hiking and rock-climbing, caving and white-water rafting: she lived with vigor and joy. She didn't bother with college, instead going on extended hikes that required picking up jobs where she could for a little extra cash. She ended up in Odessa for a while due to a decent job, at which point her life changed. Sam's introduction into the werewolf world was by a werewolf passing through Odessa, seeking to create his own pack. He caught her and a few others that obviously weren't locals or well known, infected them, and kept them contained in small enclosures until he could more readily transport them. Due to the watchfulness of the Odessa pack, this lasted only a couple months and the new werewolves were collected and brought to the safehouse to recuperate - the man was, naturally, removed. Sam adapted quickly to her new lifestyle, driven by the need to escape the small enclosure. She quickly moved up the ranks due to a dislike of being a follower and the general ordinary quality of the Odessa pack, meaning her fights were not often too challenging. In her fourth fight, Sam went too far and heavily maimed her opponent to a state of near death, though he healed eventually. Due to the extreme aggression she exhibited, Sam often found her opponents backing off quickly, and became Geri by her seventh month as a werewolf. She has been a werewolf for 8 months now.

Marrec Olivier

Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Hati
Appearance: 6'2", muscular.




Strengths:
Size - large in human form, so considerable in his other forms.
Very grounded, doesn't get distracted
Reliable, trustworthy

Weaknesses:
Size - not especially agile, not a particularly fast runner
Not particularly quick of mind or tongue
Fails at the finer points of politics
Sometimes struggles to shift

Personality: Marrec is steadfast. He might initially come off as that slow, friendly fellow from the boonies, but there's a mind behind the easy grin. He works through problems with no doubt of a solution and doesn't give in to stress or anger easily. He only responds to actual attacks on himself when he feels the other werewolf needs to be reminded of their place, but verbal assaults are rarely worth the expenditure. This, of course, changes when it comes to the pack leader; Marrec takes his position as enforcer seriously and will place his life on the line for his leader.

History: Marrec initially lived in North Carolina, but moved to Odessa, Colorado with his then girlfriend. When they eventually agreed to part ways, Marrec decided to stick around Odessa, as it had become home to him. He was a substitute teacher at the time, which led to him one day advising a very distraught teenager. When the boy became extremely distressed, he began changing. Despite Marrec managing to get the boy calmed down, he sustained several deep scratches from a growling, yellow-eyed mixture of human and wolf - just enough change to be infectious. The boy, realizing the potential concerns, told another werewolf about the very confused Marrec, who was then watched until it was clear he was to become a werewolf. Marrec found himself stepping into the strange world with friendly, helpful individuals who knew exactly what he was going through, and hasn't really looked back since then.

He was selected as enforcer recently, due to the previous enforcer dying from the witch's curse. Though there was some muttering at another unmated werewolf being selected, Marrec exhibited desirable qualities needed. His first fight was due to his promotion, since the other werewolf didn't think he was qualified. Although he won the fight, there is still doubts about his capabilities.

[BlackCat]

Name: Dracul Viper
Nicknames: Viper, Vipes
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Bisexual

Human or werewolf: Human, Human Hunter
Pack member or loner:-----
Pack name: -----
Pack position: -----

Appearance: Dracul is a tall woman. She's skinny and flat chested, with short hair, cut to her chin. Her skin is pale, and her blood-red hair is straight. Her eyes are green and her she had red lips. She has long nail, painted black. Dracul is commonly dressed in dark colors, though she more commonly wears dark blue, rather then black.

Strengths:
+Fast and Agile
+Fearless
+Flexible
+Good with knives and bow
Weaknesses:
-Doesn't trust others
-Weak
-Scared of Water

Personality: Dracul is without a doubt a tomboy. She tends to give off a tougher and silent aura. Really, Dracul just lacks people skills, so she avoids them altogether. She prefers to be alone, often reading, but she doesn't give off the vibe of a nerd. Despite her lack of people skills, Dravul doesn't have a weakness towards a specific gender, she is equally akward with both.
History: Dracul's life was unfortunate enough to start of on the wrong foot. Her family was poor and Dracul ended up taking on the roles that would normally have been given to the oldest son. But Dracul never got any brothers. It was her and three sisters.
Dracul also spent a lot of time outside, resulting in the incident that gave her her fear of water. It had been her tenth birthday and Dracul had been playing in the stream, dangling her feet in, but not treading so far in that she would have to swim. Howeve, one of the neighborhood boys decided to push Dracul. She fell into the street and was whirled away by the current. Once rescued Dracul was in fear of water, feeling uncomfortable around small amounts, and afraid of large amounts, like baths, or rivers, or large puddles. That was about when Dracul lost most of her social skills. She had problems talking to people, holding conversations. And she stopped making friends, for fear that they would betray her.

Other: Fond of food. Not scared of blood, insects, sharks, or ther things that most are afraid of.

Reason for being a hunter to be revealed.

[AcaciaMalikov]

Character Sheet

Acacia 'Ace' Malikov

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Bi-Sexual

Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack Member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Lower Ranking - Pack Member

Appearance (picture or written description)

Ace stands at about 5'5 with pale almost translucent skin stained in a few places by scattered tattoos and holds a slender figure, her hair of fiery untamed auburn hangs just below her shoulders. Her skin is fair and is met with an unusual blend of blue / green eyes (replace the image eyes) that stand out brightly. Her appearance barely suits her nature and she looks more bubbly and outgoing than she really is.

Wolf Form

Ace's fur is a brighter more eye catching ginger, matching almost equally the colours of her natural human hair. She is larger than an ordinary wolf, yet smaller than most her pack-mates. Ace being predominantly found as her wolf phase, catches the eyes of anyone who may be in the woods, passing by where she is. Her eyes are strikingly bright and quickly draw eye contact when she stares or glances at others.

Strengths (at least 3):

• Observant / Keen Eyesight
• Fast and Agile
• Strong
• Good Swimmer
• Decent Shifter

Weaknesses (at least 3):

• Almost Useless with Weapons / Fighting
• Easily Startled
• Distant and Avoidant
• Uncontrolled Shifts When Fearful or Over Excited

Personality: Ace almost lives to be a loner, her preference for singularity and distance draws her to being a low ranking member, she avoids confrontation, and being almost useless in any battle be it barehanded or with weaponry she prefers to use her agility, speed and keen eye sight to prevent too close a proximity of any thought threat.

She has a high flight instinct and will generally submit to any high wolf if a fight breaks loose, she is seen to be easily startled and will even sink herself in water to avoid anything chasing her. Her suitability to companionship is low, though she is a compassionate and gentle creature, almost too much so to be where she was.

History: Mostly Unknown Except that she Reigns from Russia and somehow landed herself in Odessa, her accent isn't as strong as many would expect, but she will occasionally speak in her native tongue.

Ace fears her untimely death, her inability to mingle well with others causes her great stress due to the knowledge a mate is her only chance. She spends her days off alone, wandering and wondering where she'd be best off. She wasn't suited to pack life and knew it, but she also knew she probably wouldn't survive alone without someone to call for help.

Ace trails behind those of her back, learning what she can when she can and applying it in a more distant, avoiding and fleeing manner. Can the young werewolf solve her problems and find her will to survive? Or will she succumb to that of any mate-less werewolves untimely and unkind fate.

Other: Can generally be found off by herself hiding alone among the mountains coverage and a majority of the time as her wolf self.

[CLIW]

Name: Aldo Wicks

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Hetero

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner: Pack member

Pack name: Odessa

Pack position: Regular pack member, although he is high on that list.

Appearance:

Human

Wolf

Strengths:
-Brave
-Helpful/generous
-Stronger than he looks

Weaknesses:
-Not too durable (cardiovascular) unless in wolf form
-Low pain tolerance (tied to the above)
-Shy around girls (that'll only bite him in the ass when it comes down to it)

Personality: He's a quiet, booky person who sometimes tries, often unsuccessfully, to be funny, and he loves puns- the worse the better. He sincerely wants to be able to pick up girls, but...he freezes up; he just gets too anxious. He works out in an attempt to look attractive, but the whole talking to ladies thing really just sabotages him regardless of looks. Around trusted people/good friends, he can be surprisingly loud, obnoxious, 'fun' and rowdy. Since he likes to switch forms, he eats. A lot. Very high calories...and he manages (because of all the energy he uses by transforming) not to put on any weight. Perfect exercise!

History: His childhood was...not extraordinary. It was, in fact, pretty boring, until he was eleven and found out that an older friend of his had been turned; that's how he discovered the existence of werewolves. Another year passed though, and his friend died because he hadn't found love. It was a hard experience for Aldo, and he was told that he should never become a werewolf.
He just couldn't shake off his fascination with the Odessa Pack though. He stayed friends with the werewolves, and was turned a couple of months ago after an accident in which he startled a werewolf and got scratched...deep.
Needless to say, when he got the wound treated and got home, all he could think was: "Shit."

Other:

[Spybuster]

William "Captain" Hendrick

Age:36
Gender:Male
Sexual Preference:Hetero
Human or Werewolf: Human Hunter

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'1 with a very built figure, William has a well trimmed mustache, and keeps his dark brown hair short and neatly tucked under his hat. His face appears worn, almost as if it had aged faster than it should have. His tired looking eyes, which some mistook that as a sign that he's exhausted, are a pale green in color.
Strengths:
+Strong
+Fearless
+Good Swimmer
Weaknesses:
-Mentally Scarred
-Slow Runner
-Stubborn
Personality:William is rather level headed and understanding towards people and beasts alike. However, he can come off as distant at odd times, but still intend to mean well. On a good day, he's rather talkative with strangers, and somewhat sarcastic at times as well. He can be rather courageous, and willing to go out of his way to help others if he feels they need it. On a bad day however, you may find that William will generally keep to himself and his whiskey, and spend hours reflecting on his life.

History:William Hendrick comes from a proud line of werewolf hunters. His father was a hunter, and his father's father, and so on. Specialized weapons had been crafted by some of his ancestors to aid the family line in their task of protecting humans from werewolves and other terrible night creatures. Most of his childhood was about trying to live a normal life, and keeping his hunter background a secret. His father taught him how to defend himself, and all the different techniques necessary in surviving an encounter with a werewolf. William slew his first werewolf when we was nineteen. The experience was invigorating, but it was something he didn't quite enjoy. He met a girl, whom later became his wife and moved down to the coast, where he spent his free time sailing on his sailboat. This hobby of his gained him his self appointed nickname "Captain." Though his background was surely going to bring trouble to his decent life, and it did. His wife was slaughtered by an aggressive pack of werewolves that lived in the area. When he discovered this, he was devastated, and filled with rage. William tracked the beasts, systematically slaying the ones he could find. Though he would encounter a rare few, that feared him more than man feared them. The cowardly ones, those that weren't out for blood, he would lower his guns and spare their lives. Eventually William felt it best to move on, and he wandered across North America, only stopping where he saw there were clear signs of werewolf activity. A year has passed since his wife's death, and he finds himself now in the Colorado Mountains, in a town called Odessa where he rented himself a motel room to rest up and get off the road for a short while..

Other: Wielding dual .44 revolvers, loaded with silver bullets, William delivers punishment to the werewolves he encounters. His arsenal however does not stop there however. Forged many years ago is a family heirloom that his father passed onto him. A shield attached by a chain to a wrist mounted device, weighs heavily on his left arm, but has protected him from many devastating blows. With this device, he can trigger blades inside the shield to extend outward, and chuck his shield towards his prey, and retract it with the chain. Whenever this shield is with him, or resting on his back, there is a distinct sound of a chain rattling lightly with each step he takes.

Other than that, he enjoys sailing, drinking, and finding new ways to kill night creatures.

[WordsToLive100]

Name: James Dauntly

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Hetero

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner: Loner

Pack name: None

Pack position: None, but would be towards the bottom.

Appearance (picture or written description): James stands at 6 feet in human form. He has dark hair and ice blue eyes, and as a wolf his fur is silver/black.







Strengths (at least 3): Adapts easily to difficult situations
willingly obeys his superiors when he finds them worthy
Excellent hunter and very patient


Weaknesses (at least 3): Although easy going, when James finds something he wants he stops at nothing to have it. Sometimes when rejected this can take an emotional toll on him.
Would rather have someone push him around than to start a fight.
Hasn’t much experience with pack life.

Personality: James is a go with the flow kind of fellow. Kind and considerate he seeks to do good for others before himself.
He respects his superiors and listens very well to orders, as long as he sees the superior in question a good leader to follow. When something is wrong, he does not question the reasons and reacts quickly.

James doesn’t like to challenge authority, much less other people. He prefers to let them shove him aside and is very much content with wherever he is placed.
He listens to the females and does not question their orders or needs unless necessary. Due to his mother being abused by her husband in the past he is very protective of females and gets incredibly hostile whenever one is doubted or threatened. These are some of the rare occurrences when James gets angry.


History: James lived alone in a city located not far from Odessa; owning a small apartment and working a low paying job. He was content with his life.

His average life was interrupted one day however, when he stumbled across one of the citie’s resident werewolves.
The wolf, a rather aggressive male, was angered by his discovery and attacked James. It was by pure luck and a mistake on the wolf’s part that James escaped alive. Nothing could have prepared him for the pain that came with his wound.

Eventually, James survived the changing. Surprisingly however, being a wolf didn’t alter his lifestyle for quite some time……almost months. Because of his easy personality he could control his animal side easily; so he chose to remain in the city. Almost nothing had changed. ……..until he started to grow curious of his second half.

James started to discover the things that came with being a werewolf…..the advantages, and the curses.
When he heard about the curse and the danger that awaited him should he not find a mate, he was worried.

Leaving his apartment he searched the city, and when that wasn’t successful, he began traveling the countryside.
It was slow….but eventually James stumbled across the Odessa pack. Time was running out, and this was one of his last chances to find his mate.

[The Emperors Blade]

Name: Markus Skarsgard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Ulfric
Appearance (picture or written description): 6’2 muscular





Strengths (at least 3): Exceptionally strong, Excellent Leader, quick witted,

Weaknesses (at least 3): Tempermental, a old leg injury which can be taken advantage of, can be trusting

Personality: A powerful man (wolf?) who has spent much of his life training his body, sharpening his mind he turned himself into a force seemingly unstoppable and incapable of being tricked. Though this came with a downside his tendency to focus on himself as to better serve others has often lead him to being hot headed in believing he knows what is best for others.

History: The entirety of Markus life has been spent in strife. Born to poverty stricken family he went where the money was easiest as he grew up, crime. He quickly cultivated himself into a thug who at first began robbing convenience stores with his friends. This wasn’t to last as they sought bigger prizes and soon started going after jewelry stores.This went well for a while as they raked in the money and continued to keep their identities from being known. It wasn’t until one the crew suggested a bank that things went terribly wrong. A shootout rang out through the streets of the small town they had chosen as police had made it to the bank quickly on account of a hostage escaping. Markus fled the scene as his fellows were gunned down, and as he ran through the snow flurries he heard a growl and then everything went black.

When Markus awoke he found he had been torn and ripped several wounds were on his body and blood splashed across his clothes and flesh. He stared at the man who stood over him and knew that something was wrong with him. The claws on his finger tips the way he grinned and the golden eyes they all resembled a wolf. Just as the man was going to speak to him Markus pulled his pistol and blew a hole through the man’s head and fled. The nights went by slowly Markus felt strange and when it came time for him to turn he had no idea what was happening, half a apartment complex ended up dead in that instance. Though due to this members of the Odessa pack came looking for him and offered to teach him what he is and he accepted.

As he spent time with the pack he grew to enjoy their company his demeanor changing from what it had been with this new realization of what he was and what existed in this world, though he had his disagreements and they were all with the current Ulfric.Eventually Markus would be fed up with the current Ulfric’s lack of good leadership and challenged him… The fight almost killed Markus as he fought the much older werewolf, but eventually he came out victorious though very injured. Since then he has been considered a especially wise leader of the pack and lead with his Lupa Valerie only helping further his ability to control and keep the peace.

Other: He has a chrome .45 1911 that he has kept from his criminal days. This is kept so that if he needs to deal with ‘issues’ that can’t be dealt with in wolf form he can do so.

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[ViolentViolet]

Name: Valerie Levania Naachreen
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Bisexual
Human or werewolf
Pack member or loner
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Lupa
Strengths

• Difficult to startle or unsettle
• Sensitive to the emotions of those around her
• Decent at negotiations

Weaknesses

• Loyalty is a virtue, and a curse
• Does not trust easily
• Blind

Personality: Valerie is loyal to a fault, she will defend those she loves or trusts until she can't fight any longer, even if she knows they're wrong she won't let anything happen to them. Sweet and quiet she's also easily embarrassed and shy, often remaining quiet through entire exchanges. She hates when she's treated differently because of her blindness, and often reacts in violent aggression or passive aggression.
History: Valeria was born the daughter of another packs alpha, though this pack was different then the others. They lived in the mountains and as a child she was fascinated by the colours of the territory around them and the mountain flowers especially. This pack had plans for her, they wanted to make peace with the Odessa instead of war and upon agreement the girl was given to the alpha, as a future mate or tracker though she was better bred then half of the pack in the first place. It was that day that during the exchange and meeting they were attacked by hunters and her eyes were injured and she never saw anything again. She was only fourteen at the time, barely a woman. Two years later she became the Ulfric's mate partially because of her uncanny ability to tell lies from truth, and her senses and partially because of how close the two had gotten in the time they had spent together since her arrival.
Other:
TBD

[The Muse of Eru]

Character can also be NPC'd by Markus and Valerie as needed.

Sasha

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Bisexual
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Skoll
Appearance: 5'11”, muscular for a female.


Strengths :
Deadly with teeth, claws, mixed martial arts, and a host of weapons.
Truly doesn't care about being a bitch.
Fast.

Weaknesses:
Not social, not very good at making friends or getting along with pack members.
Impatient, acts without thinking
Arrogant

Personality: Sasha is kind of a bitch to most of the pack. Her loyalty is to Markus, and everyone else can go ahead and die already for all she cares, with the exception of Markus' lupa, Valerie, and Sasha's own mate, Charles. This is not to say she can't play nice at all, but her intolerance for silly or petty behavior makes it hard to like most individuals.

History: Sasha was turned when she was 16. She was brought into the Odessa pack after she lost control and accidentally killed a man. At the time, Charles was considered the new werewolf mentor for the particularly wild ones, so he was glued to Sasha's side during the initial few months. His method for helping Sasha gain control was through the demanding trials of martial arts training, which initially were more meditation than anything else. They were close friends from the start, but things slowly blossomed into deeper relations, and since then the pair have been nearly inseparable - except for when Sasha is on duty as Skoll, a position she was chosen for when the new Ulfric took on his position.

Other: Knives. So many knives. So many guns. Sasha's body is an arsenal: trained to be deadly without weapons, she is all the more destructive with them. Various knives litter her body, from a few small throwing blades to a long, curved blade that is a weight against her spine. She also has several guns, but the first to be drawn is her M1911, with her other two guns being smaller and more designed for back up. Her room in the house has a hidden and locked armory that includes other weaponry that can't sit as discreetly on her body.

[TheHangedMan]

Name: Blanc Skavdr
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Human or werewolf?: Human, and blissfully unaware. Smells delicious.

Appearance (will make a picture soon):
Pale white skin, almost albino-ish, with short cropped black hair. Has a heart shaped face with wide eyes and a small nose. His eyes are wide-set, upturned, black, large and almond shaped. Blanc is small for his age, standing at exactly 5^ft (152^cm), and weighs 106^lb (48^kg), with a runners build. His hands and feet are small for his size.

Strengths:

• Determined and stubborn
• Has good instincts
• Runs quickly

Weaknesses (at least 3):

• Gets scared easily, and is really jumpy.
• Unintelligent.
• Runs away quickly.

Personality:
Blanc, on the surface, is cheerful and fun loving. He tries to find enjoyment in everything he possibly can, and is not afraid to try new things. However, beneath is cheerful demeanor is a surprisingly deep person. Blanc is something of an existentialist, and believes that his life is dictated by the choices he makes. It doesn't matter what situation he is thrust into, he believes that the best choice is the one he himself gets to make, and will never agree to something that has been imposed on him. Blanc is also very emphatic, to the point that it feel supernatural. He reads and empathizes with the emotions and feelings of another person as if reading there minds. Another core of his personality is his drive to repay all his debts. If he owes someone, he will stop at nothing to pay them back. He is surprisingly straightforward and scarcely tells lies, even small ones.

History:
Blanc is a half-french, half-american who had just moved into Colorado. His parents, recently divorced, have left him and his family a mess. He's living alone currently, and is trying to finish college on a sports scholarship. Lately, he's taken a liking to hiking, as being alone in the mountains relaxes him. He has a habit of staying there overnight during his free days.

Other: His running shoes and lucky rabbits paw.

[SevenStormStyle]

Hider

Name: "North" (No Last Name)
Age: 16 (soon to be 17)
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Homoromantic Asexual
Human or Werewolf: Werewolf
Pack Member or Loner: Loner
Pack Name: N/A
Pack Position: Not currently in a pack, but would likely be toward the bottom rank-wise.
Appearance (picture or written description): A few inches below average for her age and quite skinny.
Human:

Wolf:

Strengths (at least 3): A vicious fighter, highly intelligent, and especially fast.
Weaknesses (at least 3): Small and light, prone to emotional and mental instability, and not skilled at making allies.
Personality: Named for her affinity with cold temperatures and snowy landscapes, it should come as no surprise that North distant and fearful. She prefers to be alone with only the wilderness to keep her company, and is highly uncomfortable in the presence of others. While shy and docile when with other wolves, North becomes vicious and bloodthirsty when confronted by a human or other animal. Resentful of her human form, she never leaves her wolf form when she can help it.
History: North was the only child of a single mother who was reclusive, so they lived alone in the woods and had little interaction with civilization. Her mother provided for herself and her daughter by becoming an avid hunter/gatherer, and soon knew the names and locations of every native flora and fauna. One day, however, a single creature stood above all the others in her eyes. A wolf, unmatched by any other in strength and beauty, appeared in the forest, and North's mother became infatuated with it. To her, this werewolf represented all that was powerful and good in the world. Recognizing it as a beast of legend, she trained her daughter to become a skilled fighter who was in-tune with nature so that she might one day become a wolf herself. Once her child was deemed ready, she abandoned her in the wild and allowed the rogue wolf to bite her daughter before slaying it. When North became a wolf for the first time, she killed her mother in anger for all that she had endured and became a loner.
Other: Nothing at the moment.

[Ultimate Spidey]

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[NarcissisticPotato]

Potato's character

Name: "The Winter Rose" Originally Anna Roberts but goes by multiple aliases.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Whatever is required. Mostly asexual but missions usually require a sensual touch.
Human or werewolf: Human Hunter

Appearance:

Standing at just below five foot, four inches, Anna isn't what most would describe as a threatening Hunter. Although she looks fit enough, she looks in no way ready to take on any werewolf. That's what makes her so good and that's probably why she has so many registered kills with only a few years of hunting under her belt. In terms of actual physical appearance, her hair is a shade of blonde so light that it can almost appear white or even silver at times. Her eyes are a gentle hazel-green colour. Overall, her features contribute to a look of innocence which allows her to gain entry to Wolf Packs and tear them apart from the inside.

Strengths (at least 3):

• A great actress and deceiver with the ability to build an entire false life upon lies.
• Intelligent with a deadly cunning
• Pretty cute - she can usually attract a high-ranking werewolf without much initiative on her own part.

Weaknesses (at least 3):

• Very weak compared to other hunters. If it comes down to a proper fight with one, chances are she'll choose to run instead of fighting it head-on.
• Can let anger cloud her judgement and is usually fuelled by anger itself.
• Can sometimes build an attachment to her prey that can get in the way of the mission.

Personality:
Even amongst werewolf hunters, Anna isn't well-received. Her methods are said to be much too barbaric and brings her too close to werewolf society for her own safety. Not like she cares, of course, she's mostly separated from a lot of the werewolf hunting organisations and will only use them to gather intelligence on a particular prey. The reasons why her methods are viewed as barbaric is that Anna lives two entirely different lives.

On the outside, Anna appears to be a quirky girl who's curious beyond redemption and quick to laugh. It's all a facade, of course - it's her trap that drags in unsuspecting werewolves who would be attracted to her. Females or males, it doesn't really matter. Once Anna finds a target she carries out her mission and eradicates them and possibly members of their pack depending on her cover.

In realty, Anna is cold, calculating and not above using her body or her looks to kill those who she views as her enemies. Hatred powers her motives and anger clouds her morality. If she hasn't developed any form of relationship with the target, she can kill them with ease. She neither cares for their story nor their apparent innocence. Werewolves are werewolves and eventually, one day, they'll be consumed by the beast inside of them. Instead of dealing with them when that happens, like many of her comrades prefer to do, she does some pre-emptive striking, making sure to kill them off before they lose control.

Eager to kill and not above using everything in her arsenal to do so, Anna is a deadly hunter with little to no failed missions. Killing is all she knows now. Killing is all she'll ever know.

History:
Anna was orphaned at a young age after the disappearance of her father and the death of her mother. For a while, her sister and her roughed the streets before they were taken in by an orphanage and raised by the state. They were passed from foster parent to foster parent without anyone ever stopping to even consider adopting them. Who would ever want some vagabond blond and her little sister?

So they existed for the majority of their young lives. Her sister did some things she shouldn't have to help them get by and to try and put Anna through school. Adoption was a lot more likely if the child looked like they could go onto college, after all. Her sister made some sacrifices for her but things began to pick up. There were talks of them getting adopted by a young couple who couldn't have children and Anna was flourishing in school.

Things have a way of being nice to you for a while but then the world finally catches up to you and pulls you down into the dirt. Her sister fell in with the wrong crowd. She was a bombshell so it was no surprise that she garnered the attention of a newly-turned Werewolf. Although the wolf himself wasn't too bad, the pack he was in were less than approving. Their relationship was heavily frowned upon and when the Ulfric caught wind of it, he knew that he had to crack down hard to make sure that none ever dared mate with a normal human - it was bad for the pack's image. He had both Anna and her sister taken in.

No one really knows what happened inside the pack's headquarters but only one teenage girl walked away from it, a bloody silver blade in hand. That girl was not Anna Roberts. Anna Roberts died in that building.

Over the years, tales of a Hunter that is like none other have spread. The reports are garbled and not overly clear but they do details a few features of their assailant. Lips redder than blood and hair as white as snow. A cold beauty with an icy hatred. A winter rose.

Other:
Has a scar along her left thigh that appears to be some sort of scratch. When out hunting, she only arms herself with a curved silver blade.

[Guess Who]

Ryan Thompson

Appearance:


Name: Ryan Thompson

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Human or werewolf: Human

Pack member or loner: N/A

Pack name: N/A

Pack position: N/A

Strengths (at least 3):
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance

Weaknesses (at least 3):
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia

Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.

Theme: Dare To Be Stupid by Weird Al Yankovic

[urukhai]

Name: Emil Amsel

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Best described as... ehhh *slight hand shake* though usually has a hetero slant

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner: Pack member

Pack name: Odessa

Pack position: Bolverk

Appearance (picture or written description):

Human

Emil stands around 6'1'' to 6'2'' in height. His build is strong, yet appears more lithe than bulky, but strong enough to hold his own in a fist fight. It’s obvious that some attempt has been made to control his light brown hair into a short pony tail, though a few rouge strands have escaped only to fall in front of his face. His most noticeable features are in fact his eyes, as the flesh around them is covered with a spiderweb pattern burn scar and the eyes themselves seem to be covered with a ghostly white film, though his emerald irises can be barely made out below it. He is normally clad in simple jeans, plain t-shirt, a thin solid color jacket and worn running shoes complete his ensemble.

Shifted form

A Large wolf looks upon you, it's fur is a deep tinted chestnut, lighter on its back but slowly gets darker towards its underbelly. This pattern is broken up around the wolf's mouth and paws, where the fur is a deep amber, like a permanent blood stain on the fur. The creature's eyes are covered by a tin bandage like cloth, yet its ears twitch and it still tracks you with unnerving efficiency. (If no covering over eyes: Ghostly white eyes dart here and there, seeking but not finding, pale marks spiderweb where no fur has grown trace their ways around the eyes.)

Strengths (at least 3):
Blind Fighting: Due to the unreliability of his eyes Emil has altered his fighting style to the n-th degree. Moving away from the sight aspect and instead he has learned to use his ears and nose to locate prey and combatants.

Heightened Hearing: Due to his hampered sight Emil's ears have begun to fine tune themselves further than most werewolves, allowing them an accuracy that borders on scary (AKA: being able to locate prey in a forest by hearing alone, telling the location of someone and who they are by the sounds of their strides)

Nothing To See here: A benefit from near to no sight is that vision affecting things... don't really affect him. (flash grenades no longer really blind, just irritates. Illusions kinda roll off him like water off a rock)

Its like Night and Day... or maybe not: Due to his heightened hearing and lack of reliance on light, any downsides to hunting/fighting in darkness, nighttime environments, sudden light, etc. are very much reduced or negated.

Weaknesses (at least 3):
Berserker: comes in two shades
a) Bloodlust: Emil loses himself in the fight, raging and lashing out only to cause more harm, to destroy, to cause more fighting so that more blood may flow.
b) Disoriented Lash-out: If, while in his transformed forms, his blind his removed suddenly, the sudden influx can cause Emil to lash out in a confused rage. Unlike Bloodlust, the goal is no longer to harm, but to stop any potential threats that may try and take advantage of his disorientation.

Augh! My Ears!: While the heightened sense of hearing may have some great upsides, it has one huge downside. Any sudden, huge noise can (and most likely will) disorient, incapacitate, or otherwise hurt Emil. The closer the sound is, the bigger the impact.

Technically Blind: Due to the damage to his eyes Emil can only see in blurry smears of color and light. This has caused him to only really use his eyes in his human form, while opting to keep them covered in his changed forms as the blurs are more distractions than anything, and the shifting scheme can quickly knock his other senses out of whack.

Social Butterfly I am not: Due to the lack of sharp sight, subtle nuances in body language can be hard for Emil to identify if they do not involve touch, and most of his are approximations of what others have done.

Personality: Emil is a generally happy fellow, a bit off kilter but comforting to be around. Though he can be a bit confrontational, he will bow to authority as he seems quite happy where he is in the social hierarchy, almost too happy. But set a task in front of him and he will determinately see it done to the letter.

History: Life can be odd, it can pick you up and knock you down in the time it takes for you to take a breath. For much of his early life Emil lived in relative peace, moving with his family here and there. But after he had grown and moved out, he eventually found his way to the sleepy town of Odessa. Taking up work as a library assistant he earned his way in the town, but always seemed on the outside of things. He oft took short walks up into the hills to clear his mind on his day off, not true hikes, but enough so that he cold look out at the town from above and think.

It was on one of these walks that Emil heard a commotion erupting from a nearby brush. every nerve in his body told him to run, to flee, but he defied them and crept closer.

In the brush was a wolf, not particularly large, it had been wounded in its front left shoulder and had collapsed. Its breathing was hard, but rythmic, and its eyes were shut. As he extended his hand to the beast, the wolfs eyes snapped open. With a fluid motion it chomped down on his forearm. With a cry of pain Emil staggered backwards and fell, clutching his bleeding arm. The wolf looked at him a moment, and he swore he saw its eyes soften. That changed when a voice was heard from nearby "The things in there, wounded but dangerous. Go ahead and toss one in so we can wrap this up and get back east, heard something about a few in upstate New York." The wolf glared out of the brush and tried to rise, only to fall with a defeated huff. Chuckles came from outside as a small metal *tink* was heard and something was lobbed into where Emil and the wolf sat.

Looking up Emil saw a small metal cylinder a few inches from his face, his mind barely registering the thing as a Flashbang before it exploded with the first and last clear thing Emil saw. The rest is a blur, rolling down the hill till he impacts on a tree, the searing pain of the burns, the feeling of shards of something in his eyes, and other pain.

That was months ago at least. Now Emil is driven by something else, something that was twisted those months ago as he lay in the woods, something new.

Other: in his human form he sometimes uses a wooden cane/staff that has a metal point and core. Its body is a hardwood carved with various figures that can be easily traced with the tips of his fingers.

*Note about his eyes: While the advanced healing saved his ears from the damage caused by the in-the-face flashbang, it can only do so much for his eyes. this is because small shards of shrapnel are lodged in his eyes preventing the advanced healing from healing them completely, or at least beyond what they have currently been repaired to (which is the reason he can even see at all). They, the shrapnel shards, could be removed. But when asked why he wont have them removed all Emil does is laugh and mention something about it being his individual "Idiot Tax"*

[The Muse of Eru]

Posting this despite it being unfinished, so he's better understood.

Name: Lucas Adam Mason

Known as Adam, he who ascends

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner:Member

Pack name: The Ascendants

Pack position: Ulfric

Appearance:

Strengths (at least 3):

Charismatic – there is something more to Adam, as if his voice yields a seductive quality or his eyes mesmerize, but in the end most bend to his will happily. It is the quality, alongside being easy on the eyes, that results in Adam being wholeheartedly trusted and utterly underestimated.

Cunning – he became Ulfric through cunning, destroying his first pack from the inside until he owned the remaining members, commanding them from terror or adoration.

Powerful – Adam is simply something more, a quality he had as a human and that translated well into his life as a werewolf. He was powerful as a new werewolf, having rapid command of his other half and roiling with the otherworldly energy – an energy, he found, that could wrap around other werewolves and incite or quell their energy at the least, and inflict pain and difficulty to breathe at the most.

Weaknesses (at least 3):

Arrogance

Personality:
History:

Adam was born Lucas Adam Mason in Kingston, Massachusetts. He wanted to be a farmer, with livestock and crops and his own personal garden tended by himself and, ideally, a wife who would also be mother to his children. The bright, intelligent young man did well in school, but he always felt beyond the childish ways of his peers, and so was always a little antisocial.

He met Emma when they were both 19, Emma had dark tendencies.
He doesn't believe just anyone should be werewolves.

Other:

[Crono]

Name: Ray Winters
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Homosexual
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Loner
Pack name: N/A
Pack position: N/A



Strengths (at least 3):
Strong
Trustworthy
Agile, spending most of his time as a wolf running, he's gotten used to moving quickly through brush and forests without tripping up or smashing into things, usually.

Weaknesses (at least 3):
Knows nothing of 'normal/average' werewolf life
Hot-headed
Can't shift into Lycaon form

Personality: Ray can be a bit hot-headed, defensive at times, but for the most part he's a nice guy. He's also pretty laid-back for someone who was turned into a werewolf, ran from his family, and doesn't know what he's doing.

History: Ray wasn't the best son or brother always causing trouble. He was never into anything bad but he was just a wild youth. He lived with his parents and two younger twin siblings Abigail and Ethan. He'd been camping with friends when he saw his first wolf in the middle of the forest, it was oddly calm as he stared at it. Unknown to him was the fact that another wolf was stalking up behind him, he never saw it. He remembers being tackled to the ground, the pressure against his shoulder as it sank it's fangs into him, then nothing.

His friends found him the next day, passed out in the same spot. He got fixed up at the hospital, and was told he was fine. Far from the truth. Changing into a wolf had been a shock as well as a process, luckily he'd been home alone when it happened. He left home instantly, afraid of what he was and afraid of what might happen to his family. He stays in touch and occasionally visits but mostly Ray keeps out of their lives and them out of his.

Now nearly seven months later he's embraced his other half for the most part, shifting, running, hunting. Whenever the mood strikes and his insides squirm he goes out to the nearby woodlands to shift, sometimes staying as a wolf for days at a time even if he regrets it later. Somehow during all that time he's managed to not run into another werewolf, maybe he's oblivious or maybe the population was just that dry where he lived but he was fine with that, he'd gotten the hang of this wolf thing down, so he thinks. At one point he'd been spotted by some people near his home, afraid of what could potentially happen he decided to move away. Odessa, Colorado just happened to sound like the perfect out of the way place for him to live.
Yeah right.