Fantasy The Plague (Characters)

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Alpha
Micah Rueben Adler
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Second-in-Command
Kyera Hollows
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Healer (2)
Veridius
Kaela Daniels
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Lead Hunter
Katlin Valentino
Hunters (2)
Dez
Maxine Schmidt
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Lead Scout
Oki
Scouts (2)
Frankie Larsen
Juniper Mills
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Omegas (2)
Open
Neil Ty Criswell
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Elders (2)
Theodore Campbell
Ida Campbell
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Pups (2.5)
Penelope Winipher
Gwendolyn "Gwenny" Mayfield
Annie Kade
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Loners (1)
Cecillia Redgrave​

 

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Username; NomFlavoredPudding
Name; Micah Rueben Adler
Gender; Male
Age; Twenty-four

Appearance; Micah is the kind of handsome one may associate with 'the-boy-next-door'. His jaw is well-defined but the angles of his cheeks are softer. His rounder face is usually covered with a thin layer of dark facial hair. He has a mostly straight nose with the exception of a slight curve from a break that was never set correctly. His lips are on the fuller side and the color is a dusky pink color. His hair is a thick mass of curly chocolate-colored waves. He keeps it on the longer side and allows it to fall over his forehead and into his eyes at times. Those eyes are a brilliant, cerulean blue color. They are almond shaped and thickly lashed with dark spikes. He has a more lanky frame which makes him look more unassuming. However, Micah has a solid framed wrapped with tight muscles- similar to a swimmer or runner. He is on the taller side, reaching about 6'2'' in height. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercing but has a scattering of small scars from fighting. He has one noticeable scar on his ribs from a rogue werewolf attack.

Personality; Micah is a quiet guy though he is anything but shy. He has a more strategic mind and prefers to think before he speaks. Though he comes across as cold, he is has a caring side he rarely shows. His humor is a bit dry and sarcastic at times, but he means well. Furthermore, he tends to be blunt and honest with no hesitation- even if it hurts other's feelings. He is calm and level-headed when it comes to most situations but even he has some troubles keeping a lid on his beastly anger. His temper is like a quiet, blizzard storm rather than Neil's fiery outburst. He is protective and very untrusting when it comes to anyone outside his pack. He is deeply sensitive though he is very good at disguising it in his face. As a leader, he doesn't burden others with his problems for the most part- with the expectation with his second. When it comes to self-worth, he has some troubles seeing what others may and doubts himself often. But when it comes to his pack- he is loyal to a fault and would never let anything happen to them without putting himself in harm's way.

Crush; Open
Rank; Alpha
Likes; Winter time, spicy foods, being in command, chess, sketching, boxing, early mornings,
Dislikes; Humidity, darkness, cicadas, strangers, sour foods & most sweets, not understanding,
Fears; Going blind, losing his pack, losing control/not being the leader
Other; Due to a hereitary condition, Micah is slowly losing his vision.

 

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Username; NomFlavoredPudding
Name; Neil Ty Criswell
Gender; Male
Age; Twenty-three

Appearance; Neil is an angular, sharp looking male. His sun-kissed skin is stretched over high cheekbones. His jaw is well-defined and head shaped oval. His chin is pointed and often covered in stubble- lacking the motivation to shave it. His nose was a long aristocratic slope but now is slightly curved for not setting it back right after a break. He has wideset eyes in a rich, cornflower blue color and thickly rimmed with heavy, long lashes. His lips are soft, dusky pink color with the lower lip being fuller than the top. His hair is cropped short and if often in disarray with spiky honey blonde color. He has a broad chest and shoulders that taper down into narrow hips. He is on the tall side, reaching about 6'3'' in height. He has scars from past wounds- a mark on his left shoulder, one on his chest, and another down his left calf on his leg. But the worst scar was on his lower back- a nasty healed burn mark. No tattoos or piercings present.

Personality; Neil is an interesting guy with a simple facade. On the outside, he is a goofy guy who loves to laugh loudly. He is hardly serious and constantly grinning from ear to ear. In wolf form, he is often found chasing bugs and yipping at woodland creatures. On the inside, he is a thinker with a huge anger problem. He doesn't like when people tried to dig past his easy-going facade- because it never ended well for him. He isn't good with emotions and understanding how to get truly connected with others. He is a daydreamer who loves being lazy under the sun. He has a child-like curiosity about him and an undeniable urge to make others happy. He is loyal to his alpha and possessive about his pack. He believes he would never be love due to some dark history and the pain he buries deep inside him. Nevertheless, he goes out of his way to make everyone laugh and feel comfortable.

Crush; Open
Rank; Omega
Likes; Sunshine, sweets, chasing butterflies, meat, naps, laughter night runs, swimming, running,
Dislikes; Confrontation, pain, making people angry, not being understood, chocolate, bees & wasps, seriousness,
Fears; Fire, small spaces, living alone for all eternity, rejection, pushing away everyone
Other; He lost his little brother in a fire

 

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Username; Nommie
Name; Alani Claire Boze
Gender; Female
Age; Twenty-two

Appearance; -

Personality; -

Crush; Open
Rank; Healer
Likes; -
Dislikes;-
Fears;

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Name: Katlin (pronounced cat-lin) Valentino
Username: Kitten2018
Rank: Lead Hunter
Age: 24
Appearence: She has darkish dappled (different shades mixed in) brown-red-blond hair. Her eyes are a piercing amber, like liquid penetrating your heart and drawing you in to inhale all your deep-darkest secrets only your soul knows. She has an ample figure, very muscular and healthy. She is 5'8 and 179 lbs. She wears all black at all times. She perfers to wear hoodies and croptops, but will wear whatever clean shirt she has at the time. She likes to wear shorts and jeans, and adds in her combat boots or a pair of knee-high boots.
Personality: She is very distrusting of anyone when she first meets them. She is also fiercely loyal to the other members of the pack. She would die for her pack, especially the cubs or the alpha. She has a great sense of humor and likes to brigten up everyones morning with a joke. She is an intense morning person, waking up at dawn and taking a long jog. She is fierce, yet graceful.
Crush: Neil
likes: following orders, singing stupid tunes, dancing to make others laugh, hunting, the beauty of snow
dislikes: pain, disrespect, disloyalty, violence
fears: cats, being hurt (heart), heights, darkness
others: She has no memory of her life before the pack took her in.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

O k i​

"There's gotta be something out there for all of us... And you either find it or you don't... It's a lot of work..."​

Male | 22 | Lead Scout​

Physical Details:

Oki, in his human form stands at just below average height, being 5'9. His eyes are a dark chestnut brown. Almost black, but with just enough color to sometimes trick another set of eyes. His build is somewhat average, being a bit more lean, and being firm to the touch. And while he looks thin, his strength can be rather surprising to those who underestimate him. His hair, he keeps short and easily manageable. And when strutting about as a human, his style is simple but elegant, wearing mostly muted and neutral tones and playing with the contrast of colors. A complimenting jacket or coat is a favorite accessory. As are braided or beaded bracelets- in fact Oki is almost always seen wearing a very particular one- a bracelet of irregular spherical beads consisting of snowflake obsidian and turquoise.

In his wolf form, Oki stands at average height for a male wolf and has a slightly above average muscle mass, though still appears lean as opposed to bulky.

Personality:

From a young age, it was ingrained into Oki to be honorable. Admirable. And Benevolent. And for the most part, Oki is. He is docile. Generally friendly and sociable- preferring to be around people whenever he has the free time- as he is a busy-body. He is compassionate and patient. A bit traditional and old-school in his ways, but open-minded and although sometimes resistant- accepting. Change throws him off-guard and off-balance. But luckily he's adaptable. Like the erratic flows of a current. Or- perhaps he is malleable. Like a sculptor's clay. Maybe a bit of both. Oki possesses a strict moral code, sometimes being a bit dogmatic about it. Maybe even a bit self-righteous. Because while Oki does have his own concepts of what's right and wrong- his views can change. Sometime right in the moment. Depending on who's around him. Because, in his mind, if everyone says it's so, then it must be.

Other than this flaw, Oki can be a leader. He is bold, not afraid to take charge. He is intelligent and meticulous. And Oki is a rational person, always trying his best to not allow emotions to influence his decisions. But despite this, he can't help that he is truly a sentimental and caring soul. Extremely generous too. Though he has a tendency to give and expect in return. And his feelings are easily hurt when this doesn't happen- especially as he tends to overthink things. His mind lingering on what some could call trivial. The slightest tone in someone's voice- or one's careless attention to body language- can mean all the difference to him. Because, like us all, Oki has a few insecurities. One of them being that he must be liked by everyone. Another being that he must be worthy of one's respect and admiration. And when he feels he is not, he feels like he is worthless.

Extras:

Crush: He stares at you blankly, an eyebrow inward.

Likes: Cold weather. Conscientious people. Water. Attention and socializing. Being busy. Compassionate people. Hot chocolate. Hot food. And the color blue.
Dislikes Recklessness. Cats. Loud people. Cruelty of any kind. Peppermint. People who can't be serious... Hot weather. Sour foods. Laziness. Disrespect.

Fears: Being disliked or hated. Being seen as weak or unworthy. Losing respect from his packmates and loved ones. The spreading plague...

Astrological sign: Cancer.

Oki has been with the pack for 5 years...

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[SweetRose]

Basics


Name: Cecillia Redgrave


Alias: She has a few from her time in the military and her time as a cop but she has mostly left them behind.


Age: 55


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Gay


Appearance


Image:

Weapons: She is reasonably proficient with firearms but does not currently have one in her house. She is also a fairly skilled hand to hand fighter, but is also a few years out of real practice, and she currently only has a small utility knife. On this subject it is possibly worth considering that she has a large safety deposit box with the local bank that she filled soon after arriving in town.




Armor: Her usual long jacket is of somewhat fancy make, intended to deflect claws and knives with a specialized weave, along with lessen general impacts, but it isn’t really meaningfully armored against bullets or anyone especially determined. It was a gift from a wealthy benefactor of sorts that she has kept for years. Occasionally it has been damaged or bloodied, and she sends it back to the person who gave it to her, and gets it back in a few days. The jacket is long, going down to about midthigh, and made out of a proprietary mix of materials belonging to the aforementioned benefactor. It is ornate and soft, yet also bearing a certain impervious strength, much like it’s maker.



Eyes: A near-black brown, that give away more than she would like. Her eyes hold a tightly controlled danger, and a certain deadly presence.



Height: Six foot two.



Clothing Style: She is distinctly a diamond butch, especially now that she has the funds necessary to pursue her personal style. Around other people she is rarely without her usual jacket along with an undershirt and suit pants. Occasionally she will wear full suits if she goes out properly, but she rarely does. She generally doesn’t exercise around other people, which is deliberate. She also has some clothes from her old benefactor.


Hair: Long and black.


Combat Details



Skills: She is a solid baker and a decent investigator, with a marked predilection towards nosiness even now. She also has full covert ops training including recon, sniping, and planning guerilla ops, along with wilderness survival training, but those skills are even more out of practice, along with most of her combat skills. She would be most dangerous if she was pushed to take up arms again, but for now she is at heart an old retired soldier.



Strengths: She is fairly deadly and a reasonably competent strategist, along with being an exceptional physical specimen even for a werewolf.



Weaknesses: She is very out of practice and very literally a lone wolf with no real immediate allies. If she asked her benefactor would help her, but she would essentially never do that for her own sake.


Personal Details


Likes: She loves to bake and read quietly and alone. The only time she really regrets avoiding other people is when she has nobody to share her baked goods with. She prefers cold weather, both generally, and specifically because of her taste in clothing.


Dislikes: Being crowded by other people, along with just generally people and crowds. She hates hot weather even though she can deal with it perfectly well, mostly because she has to underdress for it.


Bio: History: She is older for a human, although much less so for a werewolf, and she has not led a particularly kind life. She was orphaned by hunters at age three, with her life only being saved by her parents lying and saying that she had been adopted. The hunter’s argued over whether to test her for just long enough that a passing lone wolf happened to find them, who killed the hunter’s but left promptly afterwards. She was found surrounded by corpses and death by a human search party, and while her parents had had local human friends, they were too discomfited by the circumstances of her discovery and she was put up for adoption. She cycled through a number of homes and only escaped detection with a lot of luck and willpower. As unpleasant as it was it did teach her very well how to control her wolf. She never found a long-term home, and the stresses of being a werewolf orphan meant that she found little success in school. At age eighteen she graduated, and then short of any other options, entered the military. Again her ability to control her wolf was thoroughly tested, but she was saved when she found an old sergeant, another werewolf, who took her under his wing. For a couple decades she stayed in the military, eventually becoming a respected officer in her own right. Then, around twelve years ago, something went wrong. There was an ambush and her squad was wiped out. If she wasn’t a werewolf she would have died along with them, but she managed to survive by the skin of her teeth and avenge her squad. Unfortunately, from that point she was legally dead.

She made it back to the states and sought out the old werewolf sergeant who had given her a leg up. He directed her to an under the table semi-official government service, created by and for werewolves. They set her up with a new identity and the same name, officially as her old identities daughter, which was their usual service to allow werewolves to keep on functioning in a modern world when they grew older than a human could. For a little while she wandered aimlessly, with little to her name. Then she entered a period of her life she does not like to talk about, involved with someone whose identity she keeps secret. It fell apart after three years somewhat dramatically. Looking to find a new way of ordering her life afterwards she became a cop, and for the better part of a decade it worked out. She went through even more shit, but she had a life, and for what it was worth, friends. Then something went wrong again, and the department she worked for went down in a massive corruption scandal. She worked with the prosecuting agents, and essentially broke all the relationships she had built up. Two years later, and a few months back from now, she was done. She had a decent sized settlement to set herself up thanks to several attempted by her old department to discredit her, and she essentially threw a dart at a map. It landed in Maine near a small town in the middle of nowhere, and she promptly disappeared from her old home, buying a house in town and moving in. She brought a couple suitcases of clothes and other items with her, and bought some furniture locally, but otherwise her house and life remains barebones. She caught a few scent traces of other wolves at the edge of town, and she doesn’t really know if they are aware of her, but she has mostly stayed home. With the full moon coming up and the urge to go for a wolf run in the wild forests she found herself surrounded by she knew that it would come up soon, but for the moment she let it lie.


Personality: She always bears a certain presence with her, although how much she lets slip through changes. At best she has a certain air of command to her, and is hard to hold the gaze of. At worst she tends to give off an air of beastial threat and anger, although it is extremely rare for her to lose control at all. Even at the best of times she can’t quite conceal everything though, and that usually comes through in her eyes, which bear a certain weight of old pain and anger.


She is generally an intensely private person, preferring to keep her cards very close to her chest. She usually gives very little away, and what few ways she emotes are usually very deliberate and limited to something like a simple raised eyebrow. She feels emotions, and strongly, but she has had five decades of practice at burying and controlling them. While she usually remains aloof from other people she will generally help people, and she is genuinely kind.


Fears: She has a werewolf’s usual fear of losing control, but she is also deeply claustrophobic, and deals very badly with being surrounded or having people behind her where she can’t see.


Goals: Rebuilding a life, hopefully for one last time.


Relationships: The sergeant mentioned in the bio and the benefactor mentioned in the bio and the armor section. Her relationship with the benefactor is deeply personal and complicated, but they still stay in contact and care. If either were to die the other would arrive like an avenging storm. They have each promised to call each other every day, which is a longstanding thing between them. If either were to go more than a day without making a call, the other would show up.

 

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Username: xxlifexx

Name: Frankie Larsen

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance: This fun loving lady has an elegant form. Her body proportioned well, classed as slender and partially athletic with muscle that she’s gained over the years. Not immensely tall she comes to a height of 5’6”, and weighs approximately 120lbs which is on the lighter side, enhancing her speed and agility. In contrast to her sharp, rough personality, Frankie’s face is rather soft and delicate looking, her skin is a fair complexion and her eyes are a dark chocolate. A dark raven bob frames her face, with bangs cut above her brows, whilst tattoos cover her arms and below her thighs, all owning various meanings to her. As a wolf the girl is graced with an intricate brown coat, as her fur is laced with a melodic oaken brown, mixed with beige and cream that slides down below her belly. Like her human form she’s sleek and slender, and trots with an evident quickness and a intense curiosity in her eyes.

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Persona: Frankie is a one of a kind flirtatious jelly bean that strives for excitement and adventure. For special sass flakes are sprinkled on her tongue as she lets out witty comments and giggles of laughter wherever she goes. The free spirit is rather open and carefree; commonly reckless in her doings as she effortlessly finds herself bending the rules to obtain freedom, dragging anyone interested in some fun with her. Chaos therefore is her friend, finding herself calm and controlled in stressful situations, needing an immense amount of pressure before she finally does pop her lid. Therefore Frankie can sometimes come off as rather insensitive; honest and brutal she isn’t afraid to tell you how it is, or say how she’s feeling. Furthermore the she-wolf is insanely independent, and self reliant, having taken her quite a while to get better at working in a team and follow orders without a fit, learning she doesn’t have to always break rules to get the freedom she desires. As friendly as she is, Frankie’s push buttons eventually do wear down. For her grudges are merciless, and she may give into her desire to cause mischief every once in a while.

"Her heart was wild, but I didn't want to catch it, I wanted to run with it, to set mine free."
-Atticus ​

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Crush: Open

Rank: Scout

Likes: Cinnamon buns, high energy requiring activities, Autumn and spring, singing and playing her ukulele, those that can hold their ground.

Dislikes: Dark chocolate, lack of excitement, extremely serious people

Fears/Insecurities: That people dismiss her simply because shes sometimes childish, fears large bodies of water

Other: She’s been part of the pack for two years now(since she was nineteen)

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[Anaxileah]

Name
Kyera Hollows
Nickname
Ky​

Gender
Female
Age
Twenty One
Sexuality
Pansexual
Marital Status
Single as a Pringle​

Rank
Second-In-Command (Beta)
Crush
Micah Adler​

Personality
Kyera is the perfect embodiment of sass. She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, and often even questions the Alpha, Micah. Since they grew up together, she never saw him as the authority figure in the house - his dad was. When all of that changed, she became more outspoken, made sure Micah heard her words and her opinions, and never let him out of her sight (figuratively - of course she let him go to the bathroom and bathe and sleep unaccompanied). Quite loving and loyal, Kyera was taught by Micah's parents to be honorable and to have integrity; she spoke nothing but the truth to those she cherished and trusted and vowed to keep everyone safe for as long as she lived. However, she is quick to change to her wolf form: she is affected greatly by her emotions and has a hard time keeping them in check - that's something Micah normally does for her.
Likes
Purple
Snow
Makeup
Painting
Strategy (especially in games)
Dislikes
Thunderstorms
Illnesses
Flies
Being Underestimated
Unnecessary Fighting​

Biography
Kyera does not know where she comes from, although she's from in-state Maine. She was abandoned on the steps of a nearby church, who in turn left her on the footsteps of the pack after being told by the parents what she was. They did not believe in child abuse or abandonment, yet they did not want to raise the child incorrectly. Thus, the head of the church who had known the pack Alpha for many years left the child with the nearest pack, telling them that Kyera's parents could not support her or keep her alive for much longer. Understanding their responsibility, Micah's parents took Kyera in with the name her biological parents had given her and the last name of the church's head priest, Father Hollows. Multiple times Kyera would ask about her parents, understanding from the beginning that she was not biologically related to the pack, but they knew about as much as she did. She visited the church often, even though she did not believe in any gods, just to visit Father Hollows and ask him the same questions every day until she turned thirteen. "When will my parents come to get me?"

The only thing that stopped her was an enormous train accident that occurred in southern Maine later that year, a couple weeks after her thirteenth birthday. Before the priest told her, Kyera could sense that something horribly wrong had happened that day. Her hunting practice was off, she had to refrain from howling out of the blue, and her head felt very light throughout the day. When she asked Micah's father, he told her to go see Father Hollows. The Father told her of the accident, and for almost a year Kyera refused to change out of her wolf form. She would snarl at anyone who came near her, even Micah, her best friend. She stayed in her room and refused to leave - she didn't eat, drink, or sleep unless she had been up for days and couldn't stay awake anymore. She suspected that Micah had entered her room when he knew she was too tired to resist food or water because when she awoke she found herself not needing food or water because she was neither hungry nor thirsty.

After about a year, Kyera began the painful transformation back into her human form but didn't move from where she lay on the floor. With only a blanket to cover herself, she eventually stood and made her way through the home, tears streaming down her face as she finally found Micah and his parents in the kitchen because apparently, it was dinnertime when she got up. The three of them stood and immediately embraced her, comforting the poor female as she shook with sobs. That day was quite emotional for the young woman, but she understood that life had to continue on, whether or not she wanted it to. Kyera came back from that harsh year much stronger than she had ever been, and she expressed that change through her training, sometimes even overcoming Micah in their sparring matches as the two of them grew older. They talked about everything, and that helped her move on. When the same thing happened to his parents, she stayed by his side and made sure he was healthy and well, just as he had done for her when they were just starting their teens. The two of them were thick as thieves, and nothing would change that.

Now that there's a plague threatening their pack, Kyera is going to do everything she can to keep her Alpha and the pack from harm, even if that means sacrificing herself.
Goal(s)
Keep the pack safe and the Alpha safer.
Fear(s)
Thunder​

Hair Style
Shoulder length, wavy, occasionally pinned back.
Hair Colour
Originally Black - Dyed Pastel Purple (Lilac)
Eye Colour
Pale Blue
Skin Colour
Light Pale
Height
5 feet 7 inches (170 cm)
Weight
149 pounds (67.5 kg)
Scars
She has one scar that goes across her left eyebrow, but she keeps it concealed with makeup for appearance purposes (she's very embarrassed about it).
Tattoos
A ring of snowflakes that goes around her right bicep.​

Strengths
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Agility
Strategic Planning (especially during hunts)
Weaknesses
Lacking in Strength
Over-Emotional
Loyal to a Fault
Skills
Hunting
Dancing
Leading the Pack (when Alpha is out of sorts or away)
Wolf Form
She's a white wolf with bright blue eyes and a slender form.​

 

[Devious Dilbert]

V e r i d i u s​

"You go on ahead. I think I'll stay and watch the clouds..."​

Male | 21 | Healer​

Physical Details:

In his human form, Veridius stands at 5'10, somehow giving off the look of being much taller than he is. His human body is robust, having great muscle mass for what he has, and without appearing bulky. His eyes are jet black and so is his hair, which he likes to keep a little on the longer side- and to which he pays little to no attention to the state of its uniformity. There are multiple scars on his forearms in various sizes, some big and some small; mostly faded, showing years of their acquisition. His style in clothing as a human is simple and casual, just as laid-back as his personality. Typically consisting of saturated colors and without any real pattern hinting to any preferred hues. A light jacket with mid-sleeves typically completes his outfits as he likes to keeps his arms free as well as his hands, rarely wearing anything on his wrists and never wearing rings.

When Veridius is a wolf, he stands a good couple inches taller than most male wolves, and his build is also above average, appearing bigger in body mass as well.

Personality:

A certain wanderlust fills the heart of Veridius. It's the little things in life that please him. The sun on his cheeks and the breeze blowing at his hair. He's a simple, humble, laid-back fellow that likes to laugh, loves peace, and wants to see the world. He's not necessarily a daydreamer, but his goals in life are simply to be happy. He's a people person. Independent... yet depedent, loving his freedom and hating feeling confined by a particular place- or a particular person. But he needs someone always at his side. And in this way he could be considered as clingy. He hates being alone, and it scares him when he is- as he's more a follower than a leader, preferring to have a current to flow to than become his own. However, he's not a yes-man. If the rapids get too tough, he'll most definitely get out of the water. And he'll likely deny it, but his reaction to most crises are to, indeed, walk or run away. Whichever he feels is most suitable.

Veridius's most fatal flaw is that he will not allow himself to be vulnerable. Because he thinks its his greatest weakness to have emotions. He even hates using the word, "feel," when talking about himself. And when he is vulnerable, he'd rather lock himself away than show other people his emotions. He certainly also exhibits a cynical streak to him. One that he's built up for years. And because of this, he can be extremely unforgiving... sometimes not letting even the tiny things go and holding grudges. However, conversely, his greatest virtues would be that he is genuinely compassionate, caring, and that most importantly- he exhibits a certain loyalty like no other. All who he loves he considers his family. And they will be top priority in any situation. And with this, his loyalty can make him incredibly brave where he would otherwise not be.

Extras:

Crush: "You kidding? With these girls? Nadda... Buuut... I do kinda like Juniper. Just a little."

Likes: Nature. The sun and warm weather. Dogs. Compassionate people. Humor. Savory foods. Sight-seeing. Mornings. Drinking and narcotics. The color green.
Dislikes: Puzzles. Having to make important decisions. Rain and snow. Feeling vulnerable. Feeling confined. Clingy or irrational people. Stuck-up individuals.

Fears: People taking advantage of his vulnerability. Being seen as weak or pathetic. Losing his closest friends to the plague.
Astrological sign: Taurus.

Veridius joined the pack 3 years ago with Dez...

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[Wert]

Juniper

Basics
Username: Wert
Name: Juniper Mills
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Scout

Appearance
As a human, Juniper stands at 5'4" and maintains a lean, healthy build. She is agile and light footed, contradicting her somewhat lazy appearance. Over her shoulders and around her back falls red hair in curls and waves. High Humidity is the enemy when it comes to keeping her loose ringlets, as they will tighten into a thick mess when she is exposed to it. It is often left loose and naturally styled, but she will also pull it back and braids it to make it more manageable. Almost as if to compliment the deep red of her hair, her eyes are a light teal color speckled with dark spots. Juniper's skin is pale, unable to tan beneath the sun yet covered in scattered freckles, some areas more obviously so than others. She often adorns this form with loose, comfortable clothing with colors that don't stand out much from her environment.


Personality
A natural, raw nature inhabits Juniper at her core. It's as if she belongs in the wild, and she longs to be there enjoying life as she thinks it should be enjoyed. However, she is well aware of her duties and need to adapt to the environments she's exposed to. She carries a calm energy about her, and can be described as someone who is sincere despite her slight lack of social graces. People tend to take to her easily because of this, and she enjoys their company. This isn't to say she's not cautious. Juniper's curiosity is often trumped by her distrust of strangers, taking time to observe them before acting. Although she isn't the most talkative of the pack, she isn't afraid to communicate with them, or speak up for herself should she feel the need. This comes with her stubbornness and temper that surfaces at times, even with people she holds high respect for.

Likes: Woodcraft | Running | Botany | Autumn | Nature | Music
Dislikes: Crowds | Pretentiousness | Surprises | Jumping to conclusions | Liars
Fears: Failure | The plague | Losing control of the wolf | being confined from nature/caged

Biography
Juniper was once just a child living in a small cabin in the mountains with her parents, close enough to a town that it wasn't unusual to see. She never belonged to a pack before this one, but her parents taught her many things about them as she grew. They were born into a pack of werewolves who were less modernized on how things were run than most are today, sticking to their own customs and traditions for most things and distancing themselves from humans the best they could without being caught. However, her father was the son of the alpha, and her mother an omega. This was looked down upon by their pack, and when it was discovered that she was pregnant the two fled. This is how they ended up alone, although Juniper came about soon after her mother started her new career. Her mother traveled often because of her job, and her father stayed home to take care of their pup. He taught her many things for survival and even home schooled her when she was old enough. This is how Juniper learned woodcrafting, recognizing plants, and general resourcefulness. Little did she know she was being prepared to be left behind. When her aging began to slow, her parents seemed to vanished from their cozy cabin. Nothing left of them aside from a note that informed her that they wished to rejoin their pack. She knew they would either be accepted, or punished. Either way, she was alone, and had to fend for herself. This didn't last long, however. She became injured by a hunter's bear trap during a wolf run and was saved by a much older werewolf who brought her to his pack. It took gaining trust, but she was accepted, and became a scout after proving her ability and loyalty. It wasn't long before she started thinking of them as family.

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Username; NomFlavoredPudding
Name; Gwendolyn "Gwenny" Mayfield
Gender; Female
Age; Seven

Appearance; Gwendolyn is a small framed girl with gentle aura. Her round face is tanned by the constant exposure to the sun from being outside all the time. Her nose is small and is slightly upturned at the end. Her dusky pink lips are small for the most part and her forehead is slightly larger than most. Her eyes are hazel colored with more brown than green. They are thickly lashed with dark-colored lashes. Her hair is longer- reaching the middle of her back, and is a darker blonde color with lighter shades as highlights. She has always been small for her age since she was born prematurely- even for werewolf standards. So at seven, she is only three and a half feet tall and about forty pound- making her look more like a 5-year-old. She doesn't have any piercings or tattoo but does have a scar or two from just being a child and playing around.

Personality; Gwenny is a curious girl overall and hates to be told what to do. She can come off as shy at first but really she doesn't like speaking to people she doesn't know very well. She is a thinker- even at this age- and tends to act more mature than she is or looks. But she is very fearful and isn't good at hiding it. Because of her being sick often, she wasn't allowed to do much when she was younger. So now, she goes crazy if she is stuck inside for too long. When she is like that, her bratty side comes out and she can't help but get into trouble. Due to her small stature, she is a great hider and will do so- whether it is a game, her problems, or she doesn't like you. She doesn't like to be baby talked- though sometimes it does comfort her- she won't admit it. Basically, she is a girl trying to grow up fast despite her fears and worries.

Crush; Not-Applicable
Rank; Pup
Likes; Sweets, coloring, the woods, animals, being in charge, breakfast foods, playing with her imaginary friends, summertime
Dislikes; Being told no, spicy foods and vegetables, slugs, nighttime, being inside,
Fears; The dark, heights, her own limitations, and the transformation into a wolf
Other; Gwen was a premature child and suffers from slow growth and low immunities.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

D e z​

"Don't waste your time or your energy- don't wish. Do."​

Male | 20 | Hunter​

Physical Details:

When in human form, Dez is 5 ft and 9.5 inches tall. He has a very lean build, giving him more agility and mobility than power, but his strength is obviously considerate given his role as a hunter. His eyes are a deep coffee brown and his hair is dark, thick, and wavy- tending to have a mind of its own when it comes to grooming. Therefore, Dez just lets it do its own thing most of the time. However, he takes great care in his appearance despite it seemingly not so. His style is casual and just a little bit preppy, liking the look of sweaters or cardigans over a clean white button-up. Occasionally, he'll lay it back with just an over-sized sweatshirt, but he genuinely enjoys himself looking presentable. There isn't a real pattern to what colors he prefers, but he does like to pair dark colors with gold-ish tones. He also likes to wear simple styled rings, but dislikes any other kind of jewelry on him.

As a wolf, he stands at an inch shorter than the average height of a male wolf. His build is also very lean and mobile as a wolf.

Personality:

An ever-lingering curiosity is what typically drives Dez. He is an intelligent individual who is always wanting to question and learn something new. He is a hard worker and is extraordinarily responsible, always willing to own up to his actions. He is brave- but smart, expressing no shame in picking his battles. And he is extremely rational in his decision making, seeing emotions and logic as two separate entities- though, conversely, he himself is an overtly sensitive individual. And he is immensely intuitive as well- sometimes pitting emotional and logical reasoning against one another... and often times beating himself up over it- to which he will hide- believing this to be a weakness that he will only allow a certain few to see. Dez is also exceptionally receptive to the emotions of others- seeming to inexplicably feel what those around him do- and this creates a tendency for him to reciprocate these emotions back... this potentially leading to rather heartfelt interactions... or intense confrontations- as his own mood can very much depend on the moods of those around him.

Most importantly, family, friends, and strangers are three different tiers of people to Dez. He's not very fond of the idea of new friends, though would never be outright rude to anyone upon first meeting them. But to be one of his friends, it takes him finding something unique in a person... something has to definitely impress him... And as for those he calls his family- they are a select few who he would give his life for. Everyone else... tends to easily irritate him. And he is fiercely independent, openly intolerant and cold to those he dislikes or despises. He is also introverted- not necessarily shy- but enjoying moments where he is not being bothered by anyone he doesn't at least consider a friend. He is generally caring, however, and loves to share with his close ones. He also possess a soft spot for women... and he definitely has a heart for sure- he just refuses to wear it on his sleeve.

Extras:

Crush: "Really? That's important to you? What with everything else going on?"

Likes: Thunderstorms. Intelligent people. Sleeping. Hot soup. His creature comforts. Chill music. Witty people. Sarcasm. Hustlers. Responsible people. Gold tones.
Dislikes: Cold weather. Drama. Insensitivity. Rudeness. Irrational people. Violent confrontations. Stubborn people. Stupidity or ignorance. Spoiled individuals.

Fears: His loved ones in danger, and being too weak to protect them. Being emotionally hurt. Opening up to the wrong people.
Astrological sign: Scorpio.

Dez joined the pack 3 years ago with Veridius...

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[Anaxileah]

GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME
Theodore Campbell

NICKNAME
Theo, Teddy, Danger Marshmallow

AGE
132 (born March 3rd, 1886)

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS
Married to Ida ( Wert )

RANK
Elder (used to be a Healer)

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
HAIR STYLE
Long and wavy, occasionally tied back in a ponytail or tied up into a man bun (the sides of his head are shaved, the top is where his hair is).

HAIR COLOUR
Dark brown with splotches of grey.

EYE COLOUR
Chocolate-y Brown

SKIN COLOUR
Light Tan

HEIGHT
6 feet 5 inches (193 centimeters)

WEIGHT
230 pounds (104 kilograms)

TATTOOS
See image. o3o

SCARS
There's one shrapnel wound across his stomach, and then his entire leg is kinda gone so it has a scarred lump of tissue on the end.

ATTIRE
Theodore's outfit is a rather militaristic choice, consisting of a natural shade of green or brown on a tank top or a work tank, either sticking to his body rather closely or hanging off of his muscley bod rather loosely respectively, and a pair of the multiple sets of army pants he owns, since he considers them to be the only comfortable style of pants he owns. Lastly, he wears a work boot, and since he doesn't have another foot, he just has the one. The other one is his chew toy when he's bored. I swear, he does have at least one suit. Ida can vouch for that (since he married her in it).

PERSONAL INFORMATION
PERSONALITY
Theo is as warm-hearted as they get. He's empathetic, prefers peace over violence, and will work his hardest on projects that involve helping others as well as his surroundings. While he is super tall and athletic looking, which can intimidate some, he has the personality of an Omega and would prefer to resolve issues with as little conflict as possible. Theo definitely believes in "hugging it out," as many counselors refer to it, and enjoys cuddles on a regular basis. He is a free hug giver and an open cuddle marshmallow, always up for snuggles and sleeping on the couch with a movie playing in the background. However, his favorite cuddle buddy, Ida, will always be his preference. The rather small female is the yang to his yin, what with her silvery white hair and his brownish black hair (yin is black with some white and yang is white with some black). They compliment each other very well and are the embodiment of #relationshipgoals. Theo loves her very much and will defend her life before the pack - she is his top priority, the pack second, and himself third. However, that doesn't stop him from caring and loving the other pack members, such as his niece, Annie, his...colleague (apprentice), Laura, and a couple other wolves in the pack, if they're open to his care.

LIKES
Building Shit
Eating/Making Delicious Foods
Training the Youngins
Cuddles
Ida

DISLIKES
Hot, Sunny Days
Arguments
His Missing Leg
His Past
Bananas

BIOGRAPHY
Nunya bizness!

GOALS
Keep the pack safe.

FEARS
Death, losing those he loves.

SKILLS/ABILITIES
STRENGTHS
Enhanced Strength
Resolving Issues w/o Violence
(Extreme Sexiness???) War Strategies

WEAKNESSES
Narcolepsy
One-Legged
Soft-Hearted

SKILLS
Cooking
Treating Wounds/Surgical Procedures
Building Shit/Woodworking/Handyman

WOLF FORM
Since he's a rather old wolf, he has a silvery coated body, the tips of his fur being entirely white while the roots remain a dark shade of grey.​

 

[Wert]

Ida

Basics
Name: Ida Campbell
Age: 130
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Appearance
Ida is short in stature, standing only at 5'2". Her body is often seen as healthy: She is slim, but due to her height she appears to be slightly curvaceous. Even though she is quite old, she holds the appearance of a grown woman with the gift of youth. Her silver and white hair is the most obvious sign of her age, falling just passed her shoulder in straight strands and waves. It was once a dark chocolate color, complimenting her olive skin with ease. Her skin is spotted with a few small moles, and the ends of her eyes wrinkle faintly into crows feet when she smiles. The color of her eyes are amber with a gold specks, rimmed with dark lines that separate the vibrant colors from the white. When it comes to her wardrobe, Ida is willing to wear what ever she pleases, but is never tacky in her decisions. Although not arrogant, she is proud of how she looks.

Personality
Ida was once rebellious and fierce, but that fire in her heart has been humbled over the years. She's now a more polite and well-spoken woman, barely hinting at the determined embers beneath. They are more like remnants of who she once was, but give life to the love and empathy she carries for those around her. She can be greatly sympathetic, but isn't entirely as warm-hearted as her mate, Theodore. She's less likely to stand down to a threat of violence, but also isn't one to jump to fighting the moment she can. She is more honest with her words, sometimes not thinking about how her honesty can be taken by others. Although, she never goes out of her way to hurt someone in the pack. She can be quite vengeful, not taking well to any of the pack members being purposefully harmed. In a way, Ida is both a mother and a teacher despite not having any pups of her own. However, she still holds confidence in herself and how she looks, carrying this and an aged pride on her with subtle ease.

Relationships
Married to Theodore.
Aunt of Micah by blood.
Aunt of Annie by marriage.

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[Prayforthewickedeveryday]

Name: Penelope Winipher
Username: Prayforthewickedeveryday
Rank: Pup
Gender: Female
Age: Seven years old
Sexuality: She hasn't found herself yet but will be homosexual.
Appearence~ Penny has dark brown curly hair, super thin. Her mommy usually keeps it in a high ponytail usually so it doesn't get into her face. Her eyes are a bright blue, rare for a female with brown hair. When in wolf form she has a chocolate brown pelt and light green eyes. She is still growing, but at the moment she is 2'7 and 46lbs. She likes to wear dresses and sneakers.
Personality~ She is a sweet, loving, chase-butterflies-in-the-field sort of child. She loves to run around and play and to listen to the elders stories. She was taken in by Katlin when her mother abandoned her. She was only a few months old at the time, so she has no memory of any family but the pack. She loves the Alpha's fierceness, the elder's stories, and her mom's silly jokes. She hates it when they have to fight, when a drought is happening, and when she can't play. She is afraid of spiders, other packs, other animals, and lightning bugs.
Bio: She really doesn't have one yet...

 

[SweetRose]

Basics


Name: Annie Kade


Age: 19


Gender: Female


Rank/Role: Pup/???


Appearance


Image:

Eyes: Yellowish brown in wolf form, unknown in human form.



Height: A rangy three feet at the shoulder in wolf form. Unknown in human form.



Clothing Style: None


Hair: Unknown


Personal Details



Skills: A decent hunter and scavenger in wolf form her more interesting skillset is her practiced ability to do human things in her wolf form. Nothing major, but she can open most doors and change channels, that sort of thing.



Strengths: Wolfish cunning and a decent amount of human intellect are a useful combination.



Weaknesses: She cannot or has not taken human form for more than a decade, so nobody really knows if she can even speak english, although she sat in on most of the other pup’s lessons when she could be forced into the classroom.



Likes: Meat, as raw and bloody as she can get it. She can also eat other things, but she has a tendency to get grumpy about it. She also likes almost any kind of electronic or classical music, and specifically prefers those genres. If a remote is left unguarded she is not above changing things, or bothering people to change the music, although she has learned to not try and manage cd’s and such.


Dislikes: People that insist on trying to make her transform, and people that assume her being stuck in wolf form means she is subservient. She also sort of dislikes having to participate in human activities, although she will also sometimes get sulky if left out.


Bio: Her mother was a young wolf who got restless and moved away from the pack after she became an adult. Her name was Sarah Kade, grand-daughter of Theodore. For a while nobody saw anything of her save for a card or two sent to the pack mail box. Then they got a legal document in the mail. Sarah Kade had died in a tragic construction accident. They were listed as next of kin, and were told that if they wanted her dog they need to come pick it up from the pound, and pick up her stuff from the storage locker her landlord had set up. On a worried hunch Theodore went out, and when he got to the pound he was proven right. There was a werewolf pup in the pound, marked down as an unknown breed of wolf-dog. He took the pup with him and went to the storage locker. It was a very small room, full of a barebones collection of random items. Most of it was impersonal spartan stuff, toiletries, a couple furnishings, a few blankets and a stuffed raven. There was also a small notebook and in it Theodore found the name of the pup, Annie Kade. As far as he could tell from her mother’s diary Annie was around eight at the time. He brought her back to the pack house and tried to coax her into human form, unsuccessfully. While people kept trying to get her to turn back to human form, nobody had any success. Eventually people just adjusted to the constant wolf. They tried to get her to sit through lessons with the other children at least, with some success. Eventually it just became normal for the young wolf to be around and she settled in. The birthday that a pup would usually take on a greater role passed without major comment, at least out in the open. Nobody really knows what to do with her, especially since she is effectively mute, and not above using that to avoid conversations. Somewhere around a year ago she technically became an adult, and again nobody really knew exactly what to do. Someone got her a steak, a wolf’s birthday cake, and she stayed in wolf form. There is a tenuous balance at present, but she is an adult now, and will have to shift eventually. Even she is beginning to grow restless, cut off from half of her nature.


Personality: Much of it is a mystery, even to her in a sense. At the same time a lot of what comes across could very muchly be considered a typical teenager, albeit drawn out a bit past the usual time. She is somewhat immature and likes to mess with people, but she isn’t a genuinely bad person. She has that uniquely teenage habit of both often avoiding other people, and easily getting grumpy if she is left out. It is worth noting that while trauma holds her in this form, she is by no means an omega, and once she matures and recovers she could likely be quite dominant.


Fears: Death, losing anyone else she cares about.


Goals: Steak. More seriously, finally working herself up to turn back.


Relationships: She has a tenuous familial relationship with Theodore, otherwise she is for the most part a bit of an outsider. (Open to her being a wolfy friend to another character.)

 

[SweetRose]

Basics


Name: Laura Kane


Alias: The Doctah


Age: 63


Gender: Female


Appearance


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Weapons: No combat intended weapons, although she could probably mess someone up with a scalpel.



Eyes: Light Blue



Height: Five foot eight



Clothing Style: She usually wears light simple clothing, having gotten truly tired of heavy lab coats over the years. If she isn’t in a sundress or a skirt, she is usually in exercise clothes. When she is wearing a top it is usually cropped.


Hair: Long and reddish brown.



Personal Details


Skills: She is experienced and knowledgeable in two major fields, the first and main one being practical and experimental nuclear physics and chemistry. More recently she studied medical science with a general practitioner focus along with a secondary training in surgery, mainly focusing on the cardiovascular system and lungs.



Strengths: Remarkably intelligent, more than slightly cunning, and a tad ruthless.



Weaknesses: Emotionally incompetent, and somewhat lacking in wisdom. She is generally not great at dealing with other people.



Likes: Books, quiet times and cold weather.


Dislikes: Extroverts. Also warm weather and pushy people.


Bio: She was a prodigious child, interested in everything scientific from an early age. Born during the nuclear power and weaponry craze she got very into the science behind it. By age fourteen she was studying at a university level, and by the time she was eighteen she had already received a degree and once she was properly an adult she joined a research team for the government. She was a lauded scientist studying nuclear power openly for years. Then some time later at around 32 she seemed to step into the background. There were whispers of her joining a secretive government weapons program, but since it was quite literally classified that died down. She still occasionally spoke at conferences and helped with significant experiments, but for the most part she wasn’t around. As the years passed she started appearing less and less and looking more and more tired. Then she completely stopped appearing and a year later rumor was she was a free agent and had utterly stopped pursuing nuclear studies at age 32.


Then she showed up at a prestigious medical university and started taking classes and training. She spent more than two decades there, and while it was initially somewhat awkward considering the renown she had previously possessed she eventually fit in for the most part. After nearly twenty years there she finally decided to complete her degree and move on. She drifted for another ten or so years, working in a couple places, mostly covering vacations for doctors she had met while in school. Then she drifted through the town near the pack and happened to discover their presence. She stopped by the pack house and then never really left, striking up a friendship of sort’s with the pack’s old head healer, Theodore.


As to before all this and how she afforded all this, there were a few factors. She saved a lot of money while working her government job because she had to work on site, and she had a fairly significant scholarship earlier on. However she also had a decent inheritance from her mother, largely because of the nature of her death. She is relatively wealthy now, but she remains frugal, knowing that she could still live a long time. She was raised in part by her mother, but her mother died when she was thirteen. After that, since her werewolf father had never been involved, she was in a legally tenuous situation. As it worked out she was essentially unofficially allowed to live alone as she pursued her education, and it never became an issue, at least externally.


Personality: She is efficient to a fault, and brusque in almost all of her personal interactions. She has made a friendship of sorts with Theodore, but has remained distinctly separated from the rest of the pack. Most of the time she is either treating the many injuries a pack of werewolves oft accumulate or studying with Theodore. When she isn’t she is usually exercising in human or wolf form. She is very unwilling to form personal relationships although she does feel lonely sometime. When caring for people she is kind, gentle, and thoroughly explains her actions, although she can be uncomfortably honest.


Fears: She sometimes seems haunted, but she refuses to discuss it.


Goals: She is working on something with Theodore, although sometime she seems to not be entirely commited.


Relationships: Theodore is her only personal relationship, although she has a few professional friends/allies

 

[Moonpaw]

General Information
Name
Maxine Schmidt

Nickname
Max

Age
21 years old

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Marital Status
Single

Rank
Hunter

Crush
Neil

Appearance Description
Hair Style
Constantly in braids, rarely let down.

Hair Color
Dirty Blonde

Eye Color
Pale Blue

Skin Color
Pale

Height
5 feet 3 inches

Weight
118 pounds

Body Type
Lean/Muscular

Tattoos
None

Scars
One along her inner right forearm from a hunting accident when she was twelve.

Attire
Her regular outfit consists of ripped jeans, a tank top, converse, and either a sweatshirt or a hoodie for when she goes on runs.

Personal Information
Personality
WIP

Likes
Sports
Going on Jogs
Reading
Trees
Hunting

Dislikes
Thunderstorms
Laziness
Fast Food
Ocean
Illnesses

Goals
Keep the wolves in her pack from going hungry and keep them safe.

Fears
Swimming & Lightning (not necessarily at the same time xD that equals death)

Biography
WIP

Skills/Abilities
Strengths
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Speed
Stealthy

Weaknesses
Not Very Strong
Sensitive to Loud Noises
Insomniac

Skills
Cooking
Acrobatics
Cartography

Wolf Form
Her fur has light blonde roots but becomes white the farther it gets from her skin. Considered to be a white-blonde wolf, she is often noticed for her exotic fur and is very good at blending in during late fall early winter.​