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Chief of Panda Division
Jamie Randall
With a grunt and a yawn, Jamie rolled out of bed, unable to hide from the morning sun's rays any longer. He wasn't much of a morning person, but he had his duties to take care of today. Mathias, the pack Alpha, had tasked Jamie with patrol today and this was a task Jamie didn't like turning down - it was the easiest one they had and required minimal effort. Sure, he loved to contribute and always did his best at the tasks he was given, but even he needed easy days. Today was one such day.
Jamie trudged across the room to his wardrobe, dressing himself in his usual dark jeans, white tee and denim jacket. Hearing his stomach grumble, Jamie left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. His cabin was a single level, basic floor plan, but it was his and he loved it. He grabbed a bagel and took a bite as he left his cosy home and entered the woods around it. Mathias had come from a long line of leaders who, in the beginning, had decided it would be safer for their kind to live within these woods, each with their own similar cabin, keeping them close enough to run to each others aid when needed, but far enough to keep their privacy.
Jamie finished his bagel, crouched down to allow himself to shift without falling (he had done so before and his paw had landed on a nail - took a while for that one to heal) and began walking, in no particular direction to begin with, but soon realised he was heading where he always did straight towards the closest human inhabited town. Jamie had always had a fascination with the humans. The pack had been warned to stay away, always reminded that you never knew which human was a Hunter and which was a simple human who was blind to the reality of their world. Supernatural creatures were all around them and they hadn't the slightest clue - except for those who grew up in Hunting families. The Hunters were dangerous, the smelled the same as any other human, they could blend in with the rest and they'd stab you in the back before you could suspect a thing.
Jamie knew to stay away. He knew Mathias would less than happy if he knew about Jamie's little ventures. He knew his patrols allowed him to wander the edge and no further, and not for long. Yet he couldn't help himself. As such, he once again found himself at the edge of their forest, in wolf form, sniffing the air for any signs of human activity. He caught a faint scent from a nearby house that , from memory, was usually unoccupied. Weird, he though to himself absentmindedly, maybe someone bought it. And so, he sat and watched, waiting for some sign of life, hesitant to go any further towards an unknown presence. There were some humans he watched regularly, knowing where to find them on certain days and knowing where to hide at the edge of the woods to save himself from being spotted. It had been some time since he came across someone new. He smiled to himself - as much as a wolf could anyway - and waited.
Oriaru
Name: Jamie Randall
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Description/Personality: (6", blue eyes, brown usually unkempt hair) Jamie is a very laid back kind of guy, only getting truly serious when the situation calls for it. He is usually happy, especially when the sun is shining, and tries his best to stay positive. He lives in a cabin within the woods, close to his pack, each member having their own cabin. He enjoys the freedom the woods give him to shift and run free as a wolf.
Jamie prefers to look on the brighter side of things, staying open minded and not letting much get him down, and whenever life gets too much, he just picks up his trusty guitar and plays his worries away.
Brief History: Jamie comes from a long line of what some call werewolves. However, they do not require a full moon to shift, the moon only makes the experience easier and enhances their abilities.
He lived his life growing up in the woods, raised by his pack and warned to keep his distance from humans. The pack believe that if the humans found out about their kind then Hunters would become a bigger thing than it already was. This being said, Jamie had always had a certain curiosity about these humans, spending his free time walking the edge of the woods and watching them, learning about them and their ways, wishing it was as simple as walking out from the trees and joining their world.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Description/Personality: (6", blue eyes, brown usually unkempt hair) Jamie is a very laid back kind of guy, only getting truly serious when the situation calls for it. He is usually happy, especially when the sun is shining, and tries his best to stay positive. He lives in a cabin within the woods, close to his pack, each member having their own cabin. He enjoys the freedom the woods give him to shift and run free as a wolf.
Jamie prefers to look on the brighter side of things, staying open minded and not letting much get him down, and whenever life gets too much, he just picks up his trusty guitar and plays his worries away.
Brief History: Jamie comes from a long line of what some call werewolves. However, they do not require a full moon to shift, the moon only makes the experience easier and enhances their abilities.
He lived his life growing up in the woods, raised by his pack and warned to keep his distance from humans. The pack believe that if the humans found out about their kind then Hunters would become a bigger thing than it already was. This being said, Jamie had always had a certain curiosity about these humans, spending his free time walking the edge of the woods and watching them, learning about them and their ways, wishing it was as simple as walking out from the trees and joining their world.
With a grunt and a yawn, Jamie rolled out of bed, unable to hide from the morning sun's rays any longer. He wasn't much of a morning person, but he had his duties to take care of today. Mathias, the pack Alpha, had tasked Jamie with patrol today and this was a task Jamie didn't like turning down - it was the easiest one they had and required minimal effort. Sure, he loved to contribute and always did his best at the tasks he was given, but even he needed easy days. Today was one such day.
Jamie trudged across the room to his wardrobe, dressing himself in his usual dark jeans, white tee and denim jacket. Hearing his stomach grumble, Jamie left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. His cabin was a single level, basic floor plan, but it was his and he loved it. He grabbed a bagel and took a bite as he left his cosy home and entered the woods around it. Mathias had come from a long line of leaders who, in the beginning, had decided it would be safer for their kind to live within these woods, each with their own similar cabin, keeping them close enough to run to each others aid when needed, but far enough to keep their privacy.
Jamie finished his bagel, crouched down to allow himself to shift without falling (he had done so before and his paw had landed on a nail - took a while for that one to heal) and began walking, in no particular direction to begin with, but soon realised he was heading where he always did straight towards the closest human inhabited town. Jamie had always had a fascination with the humans. The pack had been warned to stay away, always reminded that you never knew which human was a Hunter and which was a simple human who was blind to the reality of their world. Supernatural creatures were all around them and they hadn't the slightest clue - except for those who grew up in Hunting families. The Hunters were dangerous, the smelled the same as any other human, they could blend in with the rest and they'd stab you in the back before you could suspect a thing.
Jamie knew to stay away. He knew Mathias would less than happy if he knew about Jamie's little ventures. He knew his patrols allowed him to wander the edge and no further, and not for long. Yet he couldn't help himself. As such, he once again found himself at the edge of their forest, in wolf form, sniffing the air for any signs of human activity. He caught a faint scent from a nearby house that , from memory, was usually unoccupied. Weird, he though to himself absentmindedly, maybe someone bought it. And so, he sat and watched, waiting for some sign of life, hesitant to go any further towards an unknown presence. There were some humans he watched regularly, knowing where to find them on certain days and knowing where to hide at the edge of the woods to save himself from being spotted. It had been some time since he came across someone new. He smiled to himself - as much as a wolf could anyway - and waited.
Oriaru