Fantasy Raising wolves-- character sheet

[Reiia silver]

I am not one who cares how you decorate your character sheet, as long as it includes the following....

Appearance(anime only)
(werewolves need a human form, wolf form and anthro form)

Name:
age:
specie:
relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)
likes:
dislikes:
traits: (two positive, two negative)
strengths:
weaknesses:
fears:
bio:
weapons:​

 

[Reiia silver]

Name:
Natalie Gilmour

age:
18

specie:
Human

relationship status:
Married

likes:
Animals | Flowers | Rain | Her husband

dislikes:
Thunder | Violence | Prejudice | Danger

traits: (two positive, two negative)
Soft spoken | family orientated | Hot headed | Mistrusting

strengths:
she is very family orientated which helps her as the wife of the alpha, she treats the other pack members just as she would her own children.

weaknesses:
is very worried that her husband might get hurt, often causing her to put herself in danger in order to make sure nothing happens to him. That usually causes some issues in their relationship, despite the fact that they loved other very much. She is also pregnant, which makes her a little weaker than normal.

fears:
losing her husband, any members of the pack and her unborn child

bio:
Natalie was born to a wealthy family, even though they had everything that a person could possibly want, there was one thing always missing in her life. Love.... Her parents neglected her quite often, going to fancy parties and working way too late for their own good. She grew to realize her parents loved money more than they loved her, so because of that she grew to be very lonely. When she was about nine she had gone out into the forest alone, she had been crying and that's when she met her husband. He was so kind, making sure she was okay and after that she would go to the forest just to make sure to see him. At first she felt like she had ever reason, so she would act like she had a problem and then she soon found that she didn't have to do that.

They grew very fond of each other, as she grew up they would often meet up and she absolutely loved to snuggle into his fur. When she was about 17 they decided to get married, because she could not spend another day without him. Of course her parents were outraged and they tried to cause all kinds of problems, but love prevailed and she ran away from a life of unhappiness, uncertainty and loneliness.

They now have been married for a year, she is expecting is children, twins to be exact but she doesn't know that yet. Carrying half werewolf children, is actually proving to be a little complicated and she had to get medical care from a friend who also feels that the prejudice people have are ridiculous.

weapons:
she carries around a knife, often tucked away into her shoes and mostly because her husband insisted on her carrying one.​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Appearance(anime only)
Human Form:


Wolf form:


Hybrid Form:


Name:
James "Jim" Gilmour
age:
23
species:
Purehlooded Werewolf
relationship status:
Married
likes:
Outdoors, his family, winter, anything he can eat, children
dislikes:
Loud noises, cities, strong smells, most humans
traits: (two positive, two negative)
Quiet, loyal, hot-headed, violent
strengths:
-Exceptional physical capabilities
-Objective, often unbiased viewpoint
-Extremely Loyal
weaknesses:
-Can be extremely hotheaded at times
-Has a irrational distrust for humans he doesn't know
-Can often be anti-social at times
fears:
-The annihilation of the pack
-Losing his family
bio:
Jim was born to one of the last packs on the American East Coast. As a child, he was small and sickly, often neglected by the rest of the pack as the runt. He grew to learn that he would have to fight for what he wanted. Every day, he'd go out and hunt on his own, bringing it back to the pack. He pushed himself probably much harder than he really should have, but this soon paid off. Once puberty hit, he grew exponentially, rivalling even the adults in size. He didn't stop, and soon, he rivalled the Alpha himself. Despite this, Jim still had trouble communicating. His few encounters with humans were...less than pleasant, and he still felt isolated from the pack. It was during one of his hunts that he met Natalie. Despite her being a human, he felt a strange connection to her. He pretended to be a normal human, and soon after they began dating, he revealed his true nature. She accepted him, and married soon after. Once the Alpha died, Jim was elected to take his place, though the man hardly knows what to do with his position.
weapons:
None, besides his claws and fangs.​

 

[Veltsu VI]

Appearance(anime only)





Name: Red

Gender: Female

age: 16

species: Bitten werewolf

relationship status: none

likes: candy, safety, easily eatable food

dislikes: violence, wolves, working

traits: childlike, forgetful, obedient, extremely submissive.

strengths: does what ordered (- violence)

weaknesses: extremely submissive; if you start beating her, she stays there until she has permission leave or if you order her do something that she doesn't like, she does it (-being violent).
Clumsy
Doesn't have front teeth,
very small for werewolf (suffered malnutrition during teenage, didn't growth normally)
Has nasty brand mark at stomach, done with silver when she was child, hadn't healed properly.

fears: wolves, loud noises (thunder, yelling, guns, etc.)

bio: She doesn't remember her real parents, pack that taked her as child from them did stuff to her until her, who she thinked was, mother taked her to other pack.

That didn't go well, as old pack success to steal her back for while and do more bad stuff, then when her "mother" rescued her again, this other pack forced her and her "mother" to leave, what ended up to her "mother" dying and that she needed to survive over 10 years alone in forests. Until she was found by Anson after small pack of regular wolves had attacked her and she had runned to him, as she had at time common cold and couldn't smell anything. She had tried to run away him too, but wolves surrounded her when she did that and Anson rescued her. Anson taked her in his pack and started slowl and steady integration into the Pack.

weapons: none

 

[Bastion Royal]

Removed.​

 

[StormWolf]

Appearance
Human
Anson stands a ways over six feet (6'5"), broad of shoulder and deep of chest, bearing a suppleness to his limbs that tells of a lifetime physical work and tenacity in the face of hardship. Those who respect, revere, or revile the man have likely called Anson a "regular brick shithouse". He is fair-skinned with stormy blue eyes pinched by the sun, yet keen as a hawk. A hirsute fellow with dark hair, the deep brown slowly fading to a cold iron grey, spreading at his temples and flecking his beard. Faint traces of that scoth-irish red can be seen in his sideburns and streaked through the deep mahogany of his mane.
While not conventionally handsome, Anson possesses a wolfish ruggedness to his features. Should someone not be turned away by his generally stern bearing or aged scars, they could likely find him attractive in a mature, rural way. Pack healers have estimated that nearly thirty-percent of Anson's surface tissue in non-ritually scarred, bearing the marks of bullets and blades, claws and fangs.

Spoiler: Large Image Warning

Art Credit: Myself

Lupine Form
Retaining the coloring from his hybrid from, Anson falls to four trunk-like legs and gouges the earth beneath his feet with scything ebony claws. Five feet at the shoulder, this beast is surely a wolf, but there is more than just primal aggression behind those burning eyes; an intellect and something dark that only truly shines through when Anson embraces the purest incarnation of his Beast.

Spoiler: Image

Hybrid Form
When Anson embraces the war-form, his physical self compounds and redoubles itself. As the Beast-of-War, Anson's imposing presence becomes something awesome in the biblical application of the word. Nearly eleven feet tall and weighing near a ton, colossal thews of steely cable coil beneath his swarthy coat of dark, tri-colored fur. Silver-grey, iron grey, and an autumnal reddish brown, striped almost like that of a tiger. Eyes like motes of wildfire, there is rage and hate bright enough to scour the soul, stoked by an unspeakable pain.

Spoiler: Large Image Warning

Spoiler: Measurements

Human
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 225 lbs
Lupine
Height: 5'6" at the sholder
Weight: 300 lbs
Hybrid
Height: 10'6"
Weight: 1,145 lbs

Name
Anson "Ironhide" McCall
Age
36
Species
Pureblood Werewolf; 3rd generation Faoladh
Relationship Status
Single (unless otherwise discussed); Widower

Spoiler: Personality

Spoiler: Likes, Dislikes, Hatreds

Likes
Family, Honest Work, Barbecue, Guitar (acoustic), Wilderness, Hunting, Riding, Children, Parenting, Boxing, Coffee, Beer, Whiskey, Cigars
Dislikes
Abusers, Disrespect, Litter/ General Pollution, Braggarts, Cowards, Oath-Breakers, People Who Talk in Theaters
Hates
"Poachers", Sexual Predators

Spoiler: Traits & Strengths

Traits
+Guardian: He will take a silver bullet for those he considers under his protection
+Patient: His daughter is a firecracker, and has tempered Anson to be a patient man
-Vengeful: Anson believes those who Poach his kind are destined only to be food for crows. He will accept no quarter, and uproot a Hunter's family tree for kindling, if he must.
-Vice: While the regenerative and overall resilient properties of a werewolf make it neigh impossible to get drunk, whiskey helps quiet the storm that churns inside Anson's heart.
Strengths
-Peak Physical Condition
-Combat Veteran (traditionally and Wild Hunts)
-Protective; Anson has a reputation of providing protection for those who need it. There is an ongoing idiom in town, that "few places are safer than a booth at Elkhorn".
- Faoladh Mark; The Unseelie mark on his arm marks him as having partaken in the Wild Hunt, an apex predator among the supernatural

Spoiler: Weaknesses & Fears

Weaknesses
-Hateful Vengeance
-Nightmare-prone
-Infamous Reputation; Rumor and hyperbole have surrounded Anson since he came to the quiet territory, much of the gossip and hyperbole speaking of scores torn asunder. Man, wolf, and other creatures of the hidden world torn to pieces by his hands.
-Finite Nicety; when his patience and southern manner has been worn to the bone, or he feel his hospitality, pack, or territory have been disrespected...
-Rage; every werewolf worth their blood has it, and Anson's rage is something to truly behold... like a train wreck or natural disaster.
Fears
-Becoming like his Father
-Losing himself to the Rage
-Losing his little girl (Kelly McCall)
-Losing the faith of his Pack
-Pack Extinction
-Remaining alone

Spoiler: Biography

Ever since Anson first arrived in town nearly five years ago, astride a roaring motorcycle, bloodied and desperately clutching his daughter to his chest, he's been a figure of much conjecture, rumor, and fable. It is known that he is from the American South. Texas, if his speech is any indication. It was a well-known fact that one Annabelle Valland, a born-and-raised local, went into the world at large, where she found a "roughly charming gentleman" whom she married. The photos that her extended family and Pack received did, indeed, feature Anson as the groom. Things were good, supposedly, but they had evidently grown dire.

Those who grew close to Anson eventually grew more details from him. He and his mate - who was pregnant with their second - were ambushed by Hunters somewhere in the Rockies. She caught a silver bullet in the heart before even Anson heard the report of the rifle. Harrowed by the Hunters (whom he curses a "Poachers"), he wasn't even able to bury his mate. Peppered by silvered bullets and blades, shielding his child with his own bulk, he managed an escape. The guilt of not being able to bury his mate still eats at him, all these years later.

Outsiders being potential threats, especially lone wolves stricken by hate and grief, Anson started from the ground up, not even with the clothes on his back, as they were soiled with blood and in tatters. However, he climbed through the muck, not once batting an eye at the hardships laid before him by his own kind. Fulfilling duties for the Pack and working to support his daughter, he learned to run on little sleep, not that it found him easily anymore. His even-keel approach to Pack matters and inter-territory affairs gained the support of his peers through the years, as did the community barbecues he started on his own time and dollar. When the time came, Anson challenged the standing Alpha with the votes to back him. The affair could have been more gracious, but after a physical altercation, it was Anson who emerged victorious, and dominant.

Perhaps out of a sense to fill the echoing void in him, Anson truly does treat his Pack as family. Through hard work and clever investing (as well as the handsome stipend of his position), Anson opened a two-pronged business of his own. "Elkhorn Brewery" is a red-brick-and-iron affair with country lodge accoutrements within, a bar and grill where he frequently hosts Pack and Community functions. If you are Pack and you're charged for a meal, you either ordered top-shelf liquor or you made an ass out of yourself. Beneath his roof, he holds a pact of non-aggression, but has a trench gun under the bar as "additional insurance". As Alpha, he's done his best to keep tensions between the Packs at a minimum, knowing that Annabelle wanted unity among their kind. He often swallows his temper in order to keep true to Annabelle's vision, but his rage will, at times, get the better of him. Anson isn't one to hammer down on his Pack to remind them who is in charge. He leads by example, and will often settle matters of discipline by mandates of reparations and services by the guilty party. These are often humiliating and grueling in proportion to the sleight. The number of times he has been forced to raise his hand to an unruly Pack-mate can be counted on one hand, each a frightful display that none would soon forget.

During the dead cold of the last winter, Anson was out gathering fresh wood for Elkhorn's ovens and hearths when he came upon a sight that pained him. A wounded, terrified, and malnourished young woman - a girl, really. Seemingly feral, and full of the kind of fear he'd seen far too many times. Anson, being who he is, attempted to help the pup, but he was never the most approachable type... especially with a hewing axe in hand. She ran.
Not wanting her to further harm herself, Anson pursued at as non-aggressive distance he could, following her into the woods, where the wolves that had been nipping at her heels made themselves known. The girl was obviously a werewolf by her scent, which may have explained the wolves aggression. When the head of the food chain is weak and wounded, you kill it. Such was the law of the wild. A rough snarl from Anson tucked tails between legs and send the scavenging wolves back into the night. Much like one would approach a spooked horse, Anson came to the girl, swaddling her in his heavy coat and escorting her back to town.
There, by the warmth of the Elkhorn ovens, he provided the girl with a hot meal and shelter until he could figure out what to do with her. It took one night of fitful sleep to decide that she would be part of his Pack. Left on her own, the poor thing would likely perish, and he couldn't abide abandoning one of his kind, let alone a child. The girl, whom is known now as "Red", still has a ways to go, but Anson is guiding her through it, while also providing her food, shelter, and clothing so long as she requires.

Spoiler: Guarded Secrets

Anson underwent the First Change at the age on 9, forced upon him when his father shattered the young Anson's skull with a hammer. The Beast was roused out of the necessity to survive.
While Anson and Annabelle loved deeply and passionately, they always suspected their match was arranged for the purposes of breeding.
The Faoladh is an ongoing bond through generations of his family, the first-born to be Marked for the Wild Hunt by a member of the Fae. He's been trying to find a way to end this bondage since he first learned he was going to be a father. The power of the Mark is not worth it.

Weapons
Stag-Grip 1911
Buck Knife
But, if he really takes issue with you, Anson will use his sledgehammer-like hands or steely claws to end you.

Spoiler: Spotify Playlist

Werewolf, a playlist by Alex Maxwell on Spotify

A playlist featuring Blues Saraceno, Jack Savoretti, Johnny Cash, and others

open.spotify.com

 

[Saffern]

Appearance: Much less on the stocky side than most werewolves, fairly lithe with a bush of red-orange hair speckled with grey shades that goes down the back of his neck, fur like hair covers most of his shoulder blades and fades out to a line down the small of his back, making most assume he just has a weird hair condition. Tanned hazelnut skin and defined muscles, inheriting a darker skin tone from his mother.

His fourlegged form is basically a stocky maned wolf that’s far daintier than a normal wolf and with some greys ticked through his red and black coat. Was teased as a kid for his huge rounded ears, making him mildly defensive of them. His tail has a small white tip and the top has some gray while the dominant color is a fiery orange red. His anthro form is a two legged version of the fourlegged with all fur and pawpads. Eyes are the same heterochromatic gold left eye and amber right eye for all forms.

Name: Varian Dudzai
age: 19
specie: werewolf (NorthAmerican and African descent)
relationship status: n/a for now
likes: food, praise, affection, smoked salmon, feeling useful/needed
dislikes: anything onion or garlic, disappointment, restraint, scolding, loud sounds
traits: curious, naive, timid, yet rebellious
strengths: patience| speed | agility | long suffering|
weaknesses: strength in werewolf terms | will | common sense
fears: rejection, harsh alphas, enthralling unwilling participants, turning someone accidentally, blackouts
bio: His mother was a maned wolf were that moved into the local area and ended up marrying into his birth pack. She had twins sired by a Northern timber werewolf and Varian took more after his mother than his twin. As a child the pack generally left him alone as his mother had insisted on staying in wolf form for most of the pregnancy and gave birth to the twins as wolf pups. That drew a lot of attention to the pups growing up as it was generally unheard of but also gained his mother some respect from the pack.
However, the pack favored his twin so growing up was interesting. Though more muscularly built than his light set mother, he wasn't tall, bulky and intimidating as his twin. He constantly got into trouble with the pack as he tried to prove himself and as his flawless twin used him as a scapegoat. He could beat his twin in a scuffle and could out sass and out run all the other wolves, but it was never enough. The alphas werent certain what to do with him as he had the wits and had shown the potential to take over an alpha position, but they knew the pack wouldn't accept him. Then in his early teens, he changed a human girl that had gotten lost in the forest. He had enthralled her and lost control, blacking out and waking up to a bloody scene and fled. He had just been trying to help her understand how to get back to the other humans, but she couldnt smell as well as he could. That action got him driven out of his strict pack until he finally found another one, half starving and whimpering for help.


weapons: his ability to enthrall​

 

[kooky]

Name | Kelly McGowan
Age | mid 20's
Specie | Human. Hunter

Relationships |
Used to have an estranged werewolf best-friend during her childhood/teens.
TBA

Likes| Working, she likes keeping herself busy. Order. Books. Poetry. Coffee. Relaxing night drives. Dogs, ironically.
Dislikes| Disorder. Clutter. Failure. Clumsiness.

Traits|

Down to Earth + Empathetic + Blunt + Pedantic

Kelly is a rather down to earth individual. She prefers taking a realistic approach in life although she does have a tendency to be casual too every once in a while. That's why she has a certain stubbornness about her and would always strictly play by the rules without considering any exceptions, more often than not. Due to her hard-shelled personality, she may be difficult to convince , as long as her mind is set on something she'll carry on with the momentum. She will say outright what she thinks and tries her best not to be affected (or at least hide her emotions) by harsh criticism. Despite her black and white perspective, this doesn't definitely mean that Kelly is an inherently evil person. She is still caring to a fault, though she tries to constrain her feelings of sympathy under a stoic facade due to her line of work. The way that she was brought up could be to blame , plus her ambitiousness instilled to her at a young age could add to her somewhat cruel pragmatism.

Strengths| Combat training | Strong Drive | Cynically Optimistic

Weaknesses| Unambiguous| Mortally vulnerable (Not strong enough to close combat werewolves) |Impatience (get irritable when things dont go their way)


Bio|

Kelly McGowan is born to a line of prominent hunters. Naturally as an only child, Kelly 's lifelong purpose is to follow though the family tradition. She was educated and strictly trained for it, coming to the point where she has been borderline brainwashed even. Her childhood was simply quite lonely due to her upbringing, yet in the midst of her training, Kelly had met and later on formed a bond with an unexpected someone. A fellow child she met at school who so happendly of all things, is also a werewolf. Her family's supposed enemy-- the creature she was being trained and sworn to eradicate.

Despite the unusual pairing, Kelly and her friend grew close together, and formed a deep friendship for years. Until the time came where had to complete her training, Kelly had to kill and bring a werewolf pelt to show her capability and loyalty to the order. While all this was being explained to her, all she could think of was her friend. She could not go through with the final test.

This was the only time Kelly had stood against tradition, and honor. At the dead of night, she left home. Sent her goodbyes through a briefly written letter. Thanks to her background she then signed up for the police force to keep her mind busy, and had shown to be an exemplar amongst her peers. But a turning point in her life had somewhat changed her once naive point of view. One mission she was assigned to, a home they investigated was ravaged by a group of werewolves. She saw mangled bodies of a family; a mother, father and two children, their faces and figures almost unrecognisable.

Kelly had the image imprinted in her head, a reminder of the fear these families may have gone through, and the needless murders brought on by these creatures. She realized that even though werewolves are practically humans still, with very human emotions and morals much like her own, there's no denying the dangers of their primal urges to hunt. It's in their nature, a part of their make up that is inevitable. And no matter how contained they may be, a person or another family will eventually die needlessly for it. One of the lycans had ambushed her and her fellow officers once they reached the basement. That moment was her very first werewolf kill. The altercation had left Kelly with a scar on her back, resembling a violent scratch.

Kelly went back home at the news of her father's passing. Upon that she took and accepted the official title of werewolf hunter when she brought a clean pelt to the order's leader, finally fulfilling her training and their family's legacy after almost a long decade .

Weapons|
Compact Pistol (which she carries everywhere), silver bullet rounds
Silver blade pocket knife​

 

[Reiia silver]

(HUGE WIP)


Wolf form


Name:
Keira McCall

age:
7

species:
Werewolf


relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)


likes:
Howling at the moon | Her dad | Rolling in the mud| Adventures

dislikes:
Being bossed around | being hot |

traits: (two positive, two negative)
Excitable | adventurous |Childish |careless

strengths:
she has a lot of energy and can often last for quite some time when running.

weaknesses:
she's young, has an attachment for her father. She also does not have a good sense of what might be dangerous...

fears:
losing her family since she already lost her mom.

bio:


weapons:​

 

[Reiia silver]

(HUGE WIP)



Name:
Ella Svane

age:
35

species:
human


relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)
single

likes:
taking care of people/animals | peace | the stars | studying

dislikes:
violence | humans that feel like they have to fight the werewolves |

traits: (two positive, two negative)
serious | driven | tense | insecure

strengths:
because she is a very nonjudgmental person, she is able to work with both the werewolves and humans. She gets called in to help humans usually, but every now and then the werewolves will ask her to help them.

weaknesses:


fears:
bio:
weapons:​

 

[Saffern]

Spoiler: Human Form

Spoiler: Anthro

just less hair, lighter fur, and gold eyes

Spoiler: Fourpaws

Name: Saskia Moireach
Age: 24
Species: Werewolf
Relationship status: n/a for now
Likes: food| cats | movie nights | night hunts |wolf piles |archery | gold trinkets
Dislikes: loud noise | clingy people | judgemental people | arguments | being told "no" | having to go out
Traits: willful, a little lazy, sassy, stubborn, childish, empathic
Strengths: Willful| skilled archer| snuggly floof
Weaknesses: cats (why must they hate her, they're so cute!), stubbornness at wrong times, laziness (i'll take the more dangerous shortcut 'cause i dont wanna walk so far!)
Fears: losing members of her pack, failing her pack somehow, falling for a human, silver, being trapped
Bio: WIP
Weapons: long bow and crossbow​

 

[Crimson Rose]

Minor WIp

Name: Amarah Mae Shiron

Nickname: Mae (Only a few people are allowed to call her Mae)


Age: 20 Years Of Age.

Species: Werewolf

Relationship Status:
She's married to Mary Magdalene Amphros

Likes: Comforting Mary in lightning storms. Couches, Watching the flames in a fire, naps, cold things, stars, howling.

Dislikes: When someone takes her couch, pollen, hunters.

Traits:
Couch Potato | Impulsive acting without thinking | Playful | Sassy | A nerd in cartoon-like stuff | With a hint of awkwardness

Strengths:

Weaknesses: Her wife, Amarah's allergies, and snacks. Oh! and scratches behind her ear when she's in her wolf form.

Fears: Judgement, giant construction vehicles.


(Her beast version is just basically an anthro version of her wolf pic. Couldn't find a pick I liked)

bio: Amarah was born into her pack with only her mother around never knowing her father other than him supposedly being a werewolf. wip

weapons: Do teeth count as a weapon? Also puppy eyes​

 

[ReturnOfTheMack]

Name: Celia Bainbridge
age: 22
species: Human
relationship status: Single
Appearance:


Celia stands at a whopping 5’3. She has an athletic and lean build kept up by years of tending to her family’s farm and hunting with her father. Because of her time outdoors her skin is sprinkled with various scars- a few across her arms from falling on forest floors, some on her legs from dogs, cats, and various other farm animals jumping on her, a particularly nasty one across the inside of her left hand from an accident with a pocket knife. Her face, shoulders, and back are also peppered with freckles that become more prominent in the sun. Her long, dirty blonde hair is typically left down and naturally wavy, but put up if she’s working or hunting. Her style is a mix of feminine and utilitarian- her clothes are usually well-fitted and moveable in case she needs to get somewhere quickly, but bright or with fun prints.

likes: Celia is the picture perfect southern belle- she loves social gatherings, luxury items, and taking care of herself physically. It’s important for Celia to look good whether she’s stalking a wolf through the woods or attending a formal. Her family is incredibly important to her and has supported every step of her life up to this point. Along the same vein she also has a deep running love of god. Her religion is a private thing to her so other than a small, gold cross necklace she wears you probably wouldn’t know she identifies as a Christian. Baptist, specifically. She prefers to practice and pray alone or with a few trusted people. In true Louisiana fashion she also loves country music, good home cooking, and most dark liquor.

dislikes: As a short, “traditionally” attractive woman Celia is hyper-aware of how others view her. As a result she hates being talked down to and if she hints even the slightest bit of condescension she will bite back. Since she puts a lot of effort into her social interactions she is very put off by anti-social people. She’s not a fan of overly religious people since her own beliefs are close-held, and tries her best to stay away from zealots. She, of course, has an immovable prejudice against werewolves and believes that anyone who sympathizes with them are simple minded or don’t know any better.

Traits/strengths: Despite growing up in privilege Celia is very hardworking. Her family owns a small farm attached to their estate and she spent many early mornings tending to it. She is also quite the socialite; she had to be since her family was involved in many public events, fundraisers, and even a political campaign or two. She learned quickly how important charisma was amongst the Southern elite and has grown to use it herself. She’s also flirtatious to a degree, but because she is so hyper-focused on establishing herself as a reputable hunter she doesn’t take relationships seriously. Celia is pretty resilient and mentally bounces back quickly, and if she doesn’t she masks her feelings well. As a hunter she is also physically fit and spends a decent amount of time keeping her body in physical shape.

weaknesses: Celia is 5’3 and faces many physical challenges as a hunter. She isn’t as traditionally strong as the men in her family so she’s had to rely more heavily on her weapons as opposed to her strength. She also has a strong but blind faith in her parents (especially her father) and the Order. Her desire to keep up with the patriarchs in the family means that she has absorbed some of the more “negative” masculine traits to protect herself; she keeps her feelings bottled up and covers her pain with conversation, she sometimes pushes herself past her physical boundaries, and she has a tendency to drink too much when she’s in a bad spot. She also resorts to violence easily when her temper flares; thankfully it’s difficult to make Celia truly angry. Despite all of this she is somehow high maintenance- as stated before she likes her luxury goods and her mood is severely altered when she doesn’t feel that she is up to snuff appearance wise.

fears: Celia is terrified of becoming the submissive, barefoot and pregnant wife trope she was all too familiar with growing up in a southern town. Most of the women in her family, though they also trained as hunters, took pride in becoming a housewife. She wants the respect, strength, and legacy that comes with being a top hunter and you can’t do that by being a stay at home mom. Related to that she’s also scared of being mediocre and forgotten by her family line. Her father has never been disappointed in her, but he’s never been particularly proud of her either. She never wants to face the day when she is physically incapable of doing something and her athleticism is due to that fear.

bio: Celia Bainbridge is one of the youngest children of the infamous, all American, Bainbridge family. That’s right- of Bainbridge Railway, one of the country’s oldest transportation systems. Began in Louisiana by Isaac Bainbridge in 1852, Bainbridge Railway quickly became one of the South’s most widely used freight railroad. Several mergers and generations later and the Bainbridge name has become almost household with their freight system branching out into passenger trains as well as ironworks to help keep their railways constantly growing.

One thing the history books won’t mention about the Bainbridges, however, is their just as successful side business: werewolf hunting. Celia comes from a long line of hunters with high expectations. The family hunts together as soon as the children are old enough to handle a gun and Celia was no exception. Her first hunt was at 14 with her father and older brother. She was terrified but compelled to please her father and show up her brother so she managed to sink one shot into a wolf’s shoulder. Her older brother finished him off while she watched, her father telling her gently that they were doing the world a service.

Now Celia is 22 and fresh out of school with a business degree. She hasn’t managed a kill alone yet (which is a point of embarrassment for her), but is proficient with her weapon and sure in her commitment to the family business. In comparison her brother, the golden child, has more than 15 kills under his belt. She attended school near her home and will be living on her own for the first time; meaning that her father expects at least one dead wolf in the next few weeks. All she knows is that werewolves are unforgiving monsters who deserve immediate death, despite never meeting one in person.

weapons: She carries a Glock .45 with her at all times and brings that along with a Benelli M4 when she’s hunting. Plenty of silver bullets and a silver pocket knife.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Name
Mary Magdalene Amphros

Age
22

Species
Human

Relationship Status
Married to Mae Shiron

Likes
Reading | Coffee | Constituonals |

Dislikes
Oversleeping | Vegetables | Cats

Traits
Understanding | Intelligent | Manipulating | Overly Cautious

Strengths
Mary is quite the enigma to anyone who doesn't know her, mysterious, but one thing she gives off is an air of danger. She has no problem handling herself, whether physically or with words. A woman most wouldn't want to cross on the wrong terms, but also a kind soul, someone who will aid her friends to the death if need be.

Weaknesses
Despite her formidable prowess as a human, she still can't compare to a werewolf in physical ability, but she also tends to overthink things and spends a lot of time planning out her actions, which can make her slow to respond to things even if they're urgent.

Fears
Mary fears the loss of her family due to Hunters and takes extra precaution navigating confrontations with human and lets Mae deal with werewolves. Mary also has an innate fear if Thunderstorms and will refuse to leave Mae's side during them, becoming much more fragile and anxious.

Bio
(WIP)

Weapons
Mary carries a hunting knife strapped to her leg at all times for emergencies​

 

[BenjaminAaron]

Lincoln Mackenzie

Age: 28
Species: Human Werewolf Hunter
Relationship Status : Married to Abigail for 6 years, she is pregnant with a child.

Likes: Hunting, drinking, and working on his farm.
Dislikes: Being bosses around, werewolves, animals destroying his crops.

Traits:
+Confident +Never leaves someone behind
-Aggressive -Takes things to personal

Strengths: Hunting, Agility, and Parkour.
Weaknesses: Decision Making, Making his wife feel loved.

Fears: Losing his family and his crops, and not avenging his parents.

Bio: Lincoln Mackenzie grew up here but left to pursue a career as a lawyer when he was 19. While he was away he heard news that werewolves killed his mother, father, and destroyed the family farm. Lincoln returned home at age 20 with his girlfriend Abigail and helped rebuild the family farm. Now Lincoln lives with Abigail and keeps up the farm his parents always dreamed of having. Lincoln also uses the hunting skills he learned as a father to hunt down the pack that ravaged his family farm and took what he loved away from him.

Weapons: Rifle, hand canon, 2 hunting knives

 

[dog_teeth]

Spoiler: WORK IN PROGRESS

Appearance(anime only)
(werewolves need a human form, wolf form and anthro form)

Name: Joan Alfonso
age: 24
specie: Human
relationship status: Single (significant other to pack leader 3 "Anson" along in the RP)
likes: Hunting, Rainy Days, Hiking, Reading, Bows, Politics, Meat, Jokes & Riddles, Puns, Horseback Riding, Doing Absolutely Nothing, Foraging, Agriculture, Sunny Days, Aquariums (TBA as needed)
dislikes: Tomatoes, Geese (don't ask or you get The Lecture), Immaturity, Hot & Humid Days, Man-Made Pools because Chlorine is Gross, Perfectionism, Bad-Mouthers, Gossips, Nosy People (TBA as needed)
traits: Caring, Grounded - Chaotic, Blunt
strengths: +Determined: "If there's a will, there's a way. And if there's no will, I'll make one.", +Introspective/Philosophical: "I know I'm not a good person. No one is, we all lie, cheat, steal and hate, but that's what makes us all equal. It means we all love, give, and empathize too."
weaknesses: - Suspicious: "Never trust words. Make them prove it. Then make them make you believe it.", - Violent: "There's a limit to what I can take. I'll endure, yes, I'll endure for years but the moment you push me off the edge I will make you wish you had never lived long enough to regret it."
fears: Abandonment, Being Unwanted, Wasps, Dying Forgotten, Heights, Losing her will to live, hurting someone she comes to care for, Disappointing those she cares about
bio:
weapons:
• "My last line of close defense, always strapped to my belt. This baby was meant to hurt. It hurts like hell when you try to pull it out, those edge's'll tear you up."
• "A Glock 43 deters most determined attackers. I always keep silver bullets for especially determined and furry assailants."
• "Pepper Spray is never out of fashion in my books."
• "Unconventional, but versatile. A crowbar. Don't look at me like that. Would you expect someone to smack you with a random crowbar? I don't think so."

 

[Veltsu VI]

dog_teeth are you lost? This CS tread hasn't seen active in over half year before you posted.

 

[Reiia silver]

dog_teeth are you lost? This CS tread hasn't seen active in over half year before you posted.

They just posted in the wrong thread,don't worry about it

 

[Veltsu VI]

They just posted in the wrong thread, worry about it

I noticed.

 

[dog_teeth]

Oops

I'll move it over once I get back home!