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❝To accuse me of killing someone out of no reason is to excuse yourself from killing so many others with reason. Pathetic is what I see when I look at something like you.❞
{Nickname} Zeke, Alpha Adelwulf, Alpha Ezekiel, Alpha
{Name Meaning}(view spoiler)
[Age] 892
{Date of Birth} August 1, 1122
[Gender] Male
{Sexuality} Bisexual
{Relationship Status} OPEN
[Species] Werewolf: Lycan/Lycanthrope
{Rank} Alpha
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Rob Devita
█ ✦Hair Color: Light Blonde
█ ✦Eye Color: Cold set Blue-Green eyes
█ ✦Height: 6'2"
█ ✦Weight: 190 lb
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: Tattoos cover Ezekiel's body up and down.
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: His father's Canine on a silver wolf piece necklace. The Silver is from the bullet that killed his father. Naturally, Ezekiel never wears the necklace because of the allergy to silver burning his flesh, but he will wear it in times of fighting to keep his adrenaline pumping with the pain.
[Wolf Appearance]
In his wolf form he feels more natural. With Pale hazel blue eyes and blonde fur he doesn't appear half as intimidating as he truly is. However when one sees the Blonde wolf they know to back off.
(view spoiler)
[Personality]
Strong, proud, and emotional, Ezekiel is a born leader who can rise to a challenge with the best of them. Like his inner animal namesake, Wolves never back down, even to much bigger opponents. His powerful presence and confidence in battle intimidate even the most resolved competitors, allowing him to achieve unlikely victories in territories that most others would fear to tread.
With such a strong personality, one might expect Ezekiel to be serious all of the time, but in reality nothing could be further from the truth. Though less pronounced, Ezekiel shows his playful side often. In fact, if given the opportunity, he would prefer every day to be a lazy day filled with good food and rousing entertainment, but he also knows that if he wants to achieve his goals he must get up and fight for what he wants.
Ezekiel spends a good deal of energy putting forth a self-image that he wants others to believe in.
Though he can be among the most fun people you will ever meet, he also has a darker side that comes out when things don't go his way. In fact, Ezekiel has a reputation for sulking if he doesn't get his way. He wants to be in control all of the time, and he doesn't share the leadership role well. When he is happy he is outgoing, gregarious, and kind, but when he is upset these traits quickly disappear. The caveat is that Ezekiel is far too proud to put his negative emotions on display, though he also doesn't hide them as well as he thinks he does.
Ultimately, Ezekiel wants to be the best all the time. He can be controlling and moody when he is “off”, but when he is “on” there are few stars that shine as brightly as he does. With maturity will come stability, but Ezekiel doesn't have to worry too much about directing his energy one way or another. Unlike many others, Ezekiel is one who can typically let his intuition and natural ways of being guide him through life successfully. As long as he remembers that he doesn't always have to win, life can be whatever he wants it to be.
{Fatal Flaw}
Pride is incredibly important to him, and in truth a great deal of his fight comes from the need to prove that he can match the power and intensity of anyone around him. If it were possible, he would make it so he could never show any weakness or uncertainty again. What he fails to realize is that it is his faults that make him charming and relate-able. Without his imperfections he risks coming across as overly aggressive and competitive, which many people find off-putting.
{Regrets}
Allowing humans to live among his pack so free willed.
Showing his emotions ever!!!
[Accomplishments]
Helping his father start the town of Old Harbor and rework the history so that mortals can have their own beliefs.
Starting ties with Russian Werewolf Packs in treaty even should a war start between the U.S. and Russia.
Signing treaties with the Canadian Werewolves in order to keep open game territory.
Taking a large piece of Kodiak Island as his territory when he overthrew his father.
Gaining the power of ALpha by overthrowing his father when denied access as a Beta and set back to Omega.
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PART II
[Backstory]
The year was 1122 August 1st, Summer was ending and Autumn was around the corner. There was an eerie air in the small village that rested in the deep forest of Germany. The village was nameless and simply held a handful of people. Ezekiel was born along the borderlines of uncharted France and Germany. They kept to themselves even during the founding of the Knights Templar and remained a simple place secluded from government. Ezekiel's father was a blacksmith who often worked long hours.
Ezekiel was mainly raised by his mother and often worked in the forest as a hunter and a lumberjack for the village. Ezekiel was 21 and the year was 1143 A.D. when things began to turn horribly wrong for the village. An illness began to spread and people were going missing and turning back up in ways that no one believed humanly possible for the human anatomy to twist and be torn. Naturally, a search party went out to find what everyone was calling a wolf. Ezekiel did not join the party by warnings of his mother. He stayed home and did his work and even helped his father at the smithy. Days went by and at last a year and only one man returned torn to shreds to give a single warning before taking his last breath, "Sie kommen mit einem Vollmond. Ils viennent avec une pleine lune." He had grabbed tightly ahold of Ezekiel's shoulders and whispered in his ear before his collapse. "Les loups hurlent pour votre sang!"
Ezekiel himself was in shock that the man would say such a thing at all. Wolves were dangerous in the region, but they were not creatures who made frightened men give warnings before death. What made him wonder most was why the man seemed so intent on directing his words toward him. Through the years the attacks became more frequent but Ezekiel's life did not change until the year 1147 August 24. A Total Lunar eclipse took place and the moon turned red. It was a full moon and the moon turned into blood. Many stayed indoors in fear of it being a bad omen. Ezekiel was now 25 years of age and was on guard duty to keep away any of the best that haunt their village. At last at the peak of the blood moons rising the howls came and it was a carnage that Ezekiel had only had nightmares of. Wolves came down from the mountains greater in speed, strength and size than any other comparable wolf.
Ezekiel watched as the screams began to break the silence of the night as black wolves raced through and killed everyone. He was in too much shock to even move when a greater wolf with a coat as white as the snowy mountain peaks approached him. It was only feet from him before it launched at him and tore deeply into his arm. The pain was excruciating but no one was around to help. His own family slaughtered everyone in the village torn to pieces. He believed he would die from infection as the wolves at last cleared out and the eclipse and moon both vanished behind the mountains, but that was when he was to turn. It seemed to be a freak of nature when two nights held a single moon phase. The next night Ezekiel had woken to a burned village and healed wounds. Everything was in dead silence until he realized the wolves were surrounding him and the white wolf nodded to him. It seemed to be speaking to him. "Je suis l'Alpha de la meute de crête noire. Vous êtes maintenant mon sang." All Ezekiel could do was nod to the white wolf before his body began to burn with a fire shooting through his veins. At last he turned as the Blonde Wolf where all others of the pack were black.
Ezekiel was raised as part of the pack and was forced to kill while the bloodlust was still strong in him.
He seemed to have made the Alpha's approval into the pack and was taught by him everything he needed to know. As much as he missed being mortal and his mortal life and family and village he knew better than to dwell on such feelings. He had braved asking the Alpha why he chose him above all others but never did he once receive an answer until he turned on the Beta. He watched his second father look at him as if he was a disgrace. His answer was, "You have always been my son I had to open your eyes." this enraged Ezekiel who was shot down by the Alpha unable to take the position of Beta. He vowed to become Alpha one day.
Centuries later talk of a new land to be founded began to spread through Europe and Russia. Ezekiel left the pack becoming an Omega and a traitor in the year 1609. He moved to England where he awaited the first ship leaving for the new world. It wasn't until 1650 he made stowaway with a few others like himself and made land in a place that one day would be called New York City. This only occurred because the wolves had to eat and as a result the absence of sailors led to the ship being driven off course.
Ezekiel kept on the down low until they came across the said Indians. During a raid of a small village Ezekiel met his father once more, the White Alpha. He was later accepted into his old pack along with the others of his new pack by the gracious White Alpha. He was given a rather decent rank for himself doing everything in his power to keep up as a pack member. Ezekiel mostly stayed out of all the drama as positions were fought for he remained at the status of Delta Male. Then not even two years later another steps up to challenge the Alpha. The White Alpha easily put his challengers to rest, but the Alpha was losing his strength. Ezekiel had lived too long to see such structure crumble and was beginning to grow impatient with the way things were being dealt with. When the Alpha decided to move the pack to a farther territory Ezekiel was tempted to leave the pack, but he was sticking by his vow to become Alpha. The Alpha, during their move, was killing innocents for no reason and it made him furious that such a creature could be allowed to rule over them. Once rebellion began Ezekiel saw there were others on his side as well. Ezekiel formed up ranks and knew that during a rebellion is the best time to take up followers. The pack made it to Alaska and at last Ezekiel was given Beta status after the old one was killed. Ezekiel and his father founded Old Harbor on Kodiak Island. He challenged later challenged his father to a match sensing his weakness. He was smart to step down as Ezekiel's supporters stood behind him. Ezekiel was not about to allow pointless bloodshed and began to push forward for peace in the pack. His father was defeated at last and given status as Omega, until the hunters came. The White Wolf was shot down by a silver bullet. Before the body shifted to human again Ezekiel took his tooth and the bullet later making his necklace in memory of his father. He has ruled over the pack ever since and has extinguished any threats to the pack or the town, including curious humans who never know how to leave things alone.
[Family]
◘{Adopted? Birth? Father / Edwin ??? / Unknown / deceased / Werewolf Alpha later Omega}
◘{Adopted? Birth? Father / Garnier Ingmar Adelwulf / 45/ deceased / Human}
◘{Birth Mother / Eila Astrid Adelwulf / 42 / deceased/ Human}
[Other]
[Mode of Transportation] GMC Yukon Denali Hybrid 4WD 2010
[Occupation] Owner of Adelwulf's Bar and Pub
[ Full Name ] Jera Yurul Teller❝ There's no s a l v a t i o n for a bad g i r l ❞
{ Nickname } It's just Jera, if you value your life.
[ Age ] Twenty-three
{ Date of Birth} August Twenty-first
[ Gender ] Female
{ Sexuality } Bisexual
{ Relationship Status } Single + Open
[ Species ] Lycanthrope
{ Rank } Beta
[ Appearance ]{ Faceclaim } Natalia Kills
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█ ✦Hair Color: Jet Black
█ ✦Eye Color: Hazel Brown
█ ✦Height: 5'7"
█ ✦Weight: 147
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks:
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: Jera is never without a stone in her ears and rings on her fingers. She drapes herself in fineries from head to toe, and that's never going to change.
[ Wolf Appearance ][ Personality ]Jera is the type of girl interested in only the finer things in life. She lives like everything comes free, which tends to leave a massive bill after her wherever she goes. She's not one to just get up and go, of course. There's a never a shortage of men, and sometimes women, willing to spend whatever it takes to get her in their sheets. Trust her, honey, she doesn't come cheap so there's a lot of spending going on. Some of them are still looking for their promises. Really, all she wants to feel herself.{ Fatal Flaw } Vanity is probably her most fatal flaw. Looking top notch is how she lives, and functions, but what's gonna happen when the money runs dry?
That being said, she doesn't shirk her responsibilities. She gets stuff done before she goes out to play, and it's not done in her mind until it's perfect. She has this idea of what should be perfect as well, which leaves her with quite a lot to fix, in her opinion. She doesn't stop until it's done, and sometimes that burns her out, but other times it just tends to be a hassle for her. She's not one to be totally caring of those other than her pack members, but there are things that can be the exception.
Aside from being selfish to the max, Jera likes a good party. If anyone let her, she'd probably party all day and night, without a wink of sleep in between. She's the kind of person that can stay up for hours, and still be totally functional when everyone else can barely walk straight. She's got everything put together, and there are people that see this as amazing, and some that just think she's full of herself.
[ Backstory ][ Family ]Andre and Maria Teller were a power couple, and every power couple needed a child to inherit that power. The pair weren't all that particular about which gender their child would be, but they hoped for a girl. A girl would be able to marry into an even more powerful family, joining the two of them to be even more powerful. That was what the two found attractive: power. They needed it like a fish needed water. So, when they were blessed with the girl that was Jera, they were elated.
They, however, didn't really want to have to care for a child. The pregnancy had turned Maria into a more unpleasant person, which sent the couple into a storm of hormones and arguments even after Jera was born. She was thrust into the arms of nannies and the couple remedied their marriage in vacations and events for the rich and powerful. They didn't see her often, and even at two years old, she didn't know if she should have been running towards the woman dressed in clothes that probably cost more than her education would.
But she was fine with this, at least as far as everyone else could tell.People saw her as the spoiled little rich girl that got whatever she wanted, and it was pretty much true.
She grew up with a silver spoon stuck so far into her mouth, she was shitting precious metals and diamonds. She had that perfect life most girls her age dreamed of every night. And she didn't really care. She didn't care about the toys, because she would just be missing another day with her parents. They bought her love in toys, and that's only so much a child can take.
She didn't reject them, but she just stopped playing with the toys. Her parents noticed this more and more, saw their money going to waste, and they weren't happy. They stopped buying her toys and focused on her education. They brought in tutors to keep her focused, and by the time she was of school age, she was probably smarter than her teachers. She never found out because she just threw fit after fit, complaining over everything and fighting her classmates.
Jera just wanted her parents to spend time with her, but her first bout of misbehaving got her punished.The Tellers soon had to deal with much more than childish fits as she approached her teenage years.
Jera got herself into all kinds of trouble, mostly debts with the way she want shopping. She skipped school often enough to stroll down the boulevard with latte from Starbucks, but somehow aced her classes. It was the case she made to her parents whenever they confronted her on her credit card activities. "I'm rewarding myself," she'd tell them, and they'd only get angrier at her. One by one her credit cards went away, and one by one theirs went missing; all the while, her closet continued to grow.
Her parents grew concerned with her actions, mostly because it affected their reputation. So, on the eve that she became her own woman, an adult according to the government, they shipped her off to Old Harbor. She'd take her Harvard classes online, and maybe come back as a more demure child.Jera had only been in Old Harbor two months before she was turned.
It was really just an unfortunate event, blood and gore. She doesn't remember much of it, just that it was bad. As far as she knows, it was a rogue that did it. She was pleasantly surprised by the idea of being greater than human. It meant everyone had to respect her, love her really. They didn't have much choice, unless they wanted their guts all over the ground because that would be the answer to that choice.
Her rise to Beta was simply a well timed bout of savagery she didn't think she was capable of, and she had to admit it felt pretty damn good. But, then again, power was always so attractive.
◘ mother - maria teller//39//alive//human
◘ father - andre teller//42//alive/human
[ Other ] Her parents had intended to send her money, but she told them to cut it off once she was turned. She didn't think it would be right to associate with humans in that regard.
[ Mode of Transportation ] Aston Martin Vanquish (view spoiler)
[ Occupation ] Hostess at La Cuidad
❝Men are like wine, some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.❞
[Full Name] Micah Absalom Harrison
{Nickname} He only goes by his first name, though some of his pack mates call him Abe to make fun of his middle name.
[Age] 940
{Date of Birth} January 31, 1074
[Gender] Male
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Relationship Status} Single
[Species] Werewolf
{Rank} Pending...
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Henry Cavill
█ ✦Hair Color: He has dark black hair with dark brown undertones.
█ ✦Eye Color: A silvery blue
█ ✦Height: 6'0
█ ✦Weight: 199 lbs
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: A couple scars. Three of which are above his heart.
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: None.
[Wolf Appearance]
[Personality] Micah is loyal above all else. He lives by a code that is based entirely on honor and justice. He has always led his life the way of goodness. When he did something that was anything but good he would go into a deep depression that only one thing could get him out of, a mission. He needed a reason to go on, and justice or freedom was good enough for him.
Bravery is also one of his stronger traits. Micah will go into any battle no matter the risks as long as it's for the greater good. Micah always feels a need to have a 'commander'. After Zoren died a hole was left in his heart that was pretty huge. Only a leader could fill it, but not his children. He knew it was wrong to neglect them but he also knew it would give them some drive. Micah was stubborn and has a very bad temper that only his kids knew how to sooth. He was anything but weak. Just because he felt some strange need for a leader does not mean he can't handle his own. He has an authoritative voice and a natural mind for war.
{Fatal Flaw} Micah is a natural leader, but he would rather be loyal to someone else. Without an alpha Micah would one again be reduced to nothing.
[Backstory]
Micah was the second born son of King Absalom IX of Jerusalem. His birth name was Absalom, the name that had been passed down through the men of the royal family for the past nine generations. His father hadn't seen the iron behind his first sons eyes but he did when Micah was born. His father knew right away how special he was, and in turn spoiled him furiously and gave him never ending attention. Micah never knew his mother because his father had many female friends.
During his adolescence Absalom despised his eldest brother. Amnon was a disgrace, and acted mad just for the fun of it. Like was never easy when you were a royal especially when you had four siblings all desperate for their father's favor. Amnon, however, didn't really care about the repercussions of his actions. After his full sister Tamar was raped by Amnon, Absalom waited two years and avenged her by sending his servants to murder Amnon at a feast after he was drunk, to which Absalom had invited all the king's sons.
After this deed he fled to Talmai, even though he was only eighteen at the time. His grandfather housed him and taught him many moral lessons his father had failed to do. In a little amount of time Absalom had learned to love his grandfather even more so that his own father. It was not until three years later that he was fully reinstated in his father's good graces and finally returned to Jerusalem.
But the great return to his home was short lived. Invaders had soon taken over the kingdom causing his family to flee. As much as his father begged him not to, Absalom went off on his own to Italy. There he made a name for himself. Except it wasn't his real name. After he left Jerusalem he changed his name to Micah so that no one would come looking for him, not even his family. In Italy, Micah was doing honest work as black smith, but soon a lord found him and offered him land in exchange for military service which he agreed to without hesitation. Micah's body was built for war, anyone who took one look at him could see that. One of his greatest achievements in his opinion was his help during the first crusade.
There was nothing that Micah loved more than fighting for a higher power, whether that be faith or justice. Micah's boss, Lord Julian, gave him to the pope to help him during the first crusade. The battle was fierce and bloody, but with the help of Micah, it ended in victory. Sadly though, it didn't end that well for him. Micah's commander and best friend, Zoren, was under attack so he had to charge in to save him. Then after he freed his comrade he received three arrows to the chest. Zoren cursed him for being so reckless and then pulled him out of the frying pan to safety. Zoren asked him if he wanted to live forever, but he was losing too much blood to understand him completely, but he agreed anyway. Then Zoren did something unthinkable. He bit into his arm and sent searing pain through him. Micah woke up two days later in their camp and learned that his friend was a supernatural creature.
For the next decade Zoren kept Micah out of the wars to teach him the ropes, this was after Zoren let him lead his own campaign at the end of the first crusade. Micah wasn't being subtle about his new skills so Zoren told him it would be safer for others if he took some time off. During his training Zoren taught him everything he needed to know and more. Together the immortal duo conquered hundreds of wars in the service of justice and honor. Micah looked up to Zoren like he was his older brother.
One night while sneaking up on an enemy camp Zoren was killed. It was one of the worst nights of his life. Zoren was his leader, his commander, his best friend and he was gone. Micah spent the next few hundred years feeling nothing but numb and lost. He had two children which didn't really do anything to make him feel better since both of their mothers died. Micah spent most of his time after his second wives death in Egypt. Mostly because his daughter Aria refused to leave. They spent the next two hundred years there until Aria got herself into trouble and wanted to leave. Then with his, now three, kids in tow Micah boarded a boat to the new world in search of a new beginning.
Being in America was like being in a whole new life for him. He felt like a completely different person. But his love for war was still there and he could feel the tension in the air. Micah joined war after war fighting for justice but this time it was different. He was a soldier without a cause, but more importantly a leader. Micah never liked being in charge, he was more of a follow orders guy. He needed someone to guide him, only then could he guide others.
Micah was upset when his daughter left America for England. He felt a little betrayed because he had been fighting for america for the past fifty years. Then he was forced into depression when his eldest son died while in battle. In order to make him feel better Micah's youngest son took him North until they reached an Island that was barely inhabited. Micah needed solitude, and being on the island was a new awakening for him. He finally felt free and at peace. He found himself once more. Then his life was made ten times better when a pack started forming in the area. Micah got wind of the wolves forming and found his way to them. That was when Micah found his new commander and he reminded him a lot of Zoren.
[Family]
◘{Father/Absalom IX/55/Deceased/Human}
◘{Mother/Unknown/Unknown/Unknown/Human}
◘{Older Half-Brother/Amnon/25/Deceased/Human}
◘{Little Sister/Tamar/22/Deceased/Human}
◘{Youngest Half-Brother/Solomon/929/Alive/Werewolf}
◘{Wife/Mother of Abel/Candace/30/Deceased/Human}
◘{Eldest Son/Abel/582/Deceased/Werewolf}
◘{Wife/Mother of Ariel/Alexandria/33/Deceased/Human}
◘{Daughter/Aria/412/Alive/Werewolf}
◘{Wife/Mother of Adam/Hannah/40/Deceased/Human}
◘{Youngest Son/Adam/232/Alive/Werewolf}
[Other][Mode of Transportation] He doesn't really like cars, so he prefers to walk or run.
[Occupation] He hasn't had to work in a while because of the massive nest egg he has stashed away from his many years of saving money.
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❝I am willing to help anyone who needs it. I won't back down from a fight and I will protect them where I have failed so many others before.❞
{Nickname} Axe, Max, Bourget
[Age] Appears 20-24 Actual Age: 67
{Date of Birth} February 2, 1947
[Gender] Male
{Sexuality} Bisexual, but mostly into females
{Relationship Status} Single and Open
[Species] Werewolf: Lycan
{Rank} Salutary Male
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Bjorn Buckley
█ ✦Hair Color: Blonde
█ ✦Eye Color: Pale Grey-Green almost completely colourless and lifeless. (view spoiler)
█ ✦Height: 6'0"
█ ✦Weight: 157 lb.
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo on his neck of stars (view spoiler)
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: none
[Wolf Appearance](view spoiler)
[Personality] Axel is largely misunderstood. Often seen as dangerous and unpredictable, Axel really just wants to be left alone by people that he doesn't know. That's not to say that Axel is not social. In fact, he strongly prefers being with friends and family over being alone. It’s just that he likes things the way he expects them to be, and new people or places disrupt that aspect of his personality.
Axel intelligent, insightful, kind, helpful, and well-liked. He can easily be taken advantage of though, and he tends to go along with any plan as long as he believes he is doing good. The only time he becomes truly dangerous, though, is when he realizes he has been pushed too far. Those who try to take advantage of Axel will end up taking in much more pain than they anticipated.
Axel is always full of ideas. He is an honest to goodness genius, which can be both a blessing and a curse. With the proper outlet, he can make brilliant strides in art, music, science, medicine, engineering, or whatever he puts his overactive mind into. Without some practicality around him to even him out, however, Axel can become the figurative ‘mad scientist’ sort, obsessing over esoteric projects of his own design. Trying new medicines and new herbs sometimes ending fatal, but he sees it as a chance to better others as he enjoys helping others a lot.
{Fatal Flaw} He is a bit impulsive and has a bad gambling problem and his straight forward personality makes things very hard to gain any real friends, but the few he does have know his weak points and his desire to help others and often manipulate him for all he has.
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PART II
[Backstory] Axel was born somewhere in West Germany in 1947. The age was young and some after-war effects still lingered in the air. World War II was over and the Cold War was on the rise of dividing the nations. Axel and his younger brother were orphans. They knew nothing of it, but during World War II the Germans came into realization of Werewolves and allied with many packs to fight for their cause. Axel and his younger brother Aaron were the result of a German Werewolf Alpha mating with a British Allies Nurse.
Unfortunately, the Alpha died and the pack became broken and the nurse simply died giving birth to Aaron after having raised Axel for four years alone while her mate was off fighting other packs who fought for the Soviet Russians. Axel and Aaron were moved to London where they were raised by a great aunt. However, the years did not treat her well and the boys were placed into an institute for boys. At this time Axel was 16 and his little brother was 12. Axel had to grow up learning the hard way that the world was not kind and that you either had to take what was given to you or you fell short as one of the weak ones.
Axel got in a lot of fights over his little brother being picked on and he always stood up for him no matter what. He felt it was his job to take care of him because no one else in the world wanted them. When the time came that Axel was able to leave the institute he was granted custody of Aaron and the boys were then able to get the funds from both their parents fortunes and their great aunts.
Axel had bought a house on the countryside where he schooled his little brother up until he himself was 21. Axel had planned a summer camping trip and the boys went into the forest close to their home only to find disaster that very night.
Axel wanted the night to be perfect for him and his little brother with a nice campfire old German and French songs and a nice chat abotu girls and how to treat them and what to do when you get a more opportune chance to further things.
Axel treated his brother like a son and a brother even with a short age difference he cared for him enough to ensure he had no worries.
The unfortunate events of their camping trip took place in the middle of the night when they were wrapped snug under their blankets in their tent and the moon was high in the sky. It came like nothing they had ever believed possible. At first it was loud like a roaring noise all around as the wind shook the tent hard startling both brothers. Axel went out to check what it was all the while praying that it wasn't World War III starting already.
In a blur of fur and blood he only had a second to react as the breath was knocked out of him. They were under attack by a pack of giant wolves that they didn't know to be Rogue werewolves. He felt a hard bite on his side and then he heard Aaron scream. Daylight came quickly to reveal the horrible scene. Axel managed to make it to his brother's side who had his own bite mark on his arm. He was too weak to seek help and carry his brother at the same time and he knew it was the end. The night fell and a full moon was covered by clouds. Axel felt pain in his gut before coming to the realization that Aaron had taken his final breath. He was unable to survive the change. Axel turned only to feel the hunger for blood as the wolf inside devoured his little brother.
Years went by after the tragedy and Axel began to notice his body growing stronger and his features remaining frozen in time. He took the money left over which was just enough to make it to Alaska. Axel found himself in Old Harbor before he knew it and he found himself being accepted generously into Ezekiel's pack. He kept the secret of how he became a Werewolf, but what he never realized was that he had always been a Werewolf and so had his brother neither turned and his brother was too weak to survive his first change. Axel turned due to the werewolf venom triggering his own genes into action.
axel made it in the pack as a Healer at first and was watched over closely by the Salutary Female. She eventually began teaching him more ways of healing and soon he was blessed with the position as Salutary Male as he watched the one she-wolf who seemed to care about him commit the Ancient Rite of Respectful Death. Yes Axel had a hierarchy position finally, but he had lost so many close to him just to get where he was. He now lives in peace within the pack keeping his secrets sealed tightly to his heart and staying rather distant from most others.
[Family]
◘{Younger Brother/Aaron Maxwell Bourget /16/deceased/Werewolf}
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[Other]
[Mode of Transportation]Ford F-150 pickup
[Occupation] On-Call Nurse
❝ The way I see every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The
good doesn't always soften the bad things but vice versa, the bad things
don't necessarily spoil the goods things or make them unimportant.❞
[Full Name] Sapphira Melinda Lazarus
{Nickname}Sadie
[Age]110 but looks 22
{Date of Birth}July 24th
[Gender]Female
{Sexuality}Heterosexual
{Relationship Status}Single{Open}
[Species]Werewolf {Lycan}
{Rank} Guardian{Pending}
[Appearance](view spoiler)
{Face Claim} Ashley Benson
█ ✦Hair Color:Blonde
█ ✦Eye Color:Blueish Grey
█ ✦Height: 5’5ft
█ ✦Weight:115 lbs
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks:
Tattoos: (view spoiler)
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories:(view spoiler)
[Wolf Appearance]
[Personality]
Sadie is a generally good person. She’s nice to a vast majority of people. She likes to help out in anyway possible and she is very protective of the people she cares about especially since she recently lost her parents. Her protective streak knows no bounds especially when it comes to her younger brother and her pack. Her pack whom she considers family comes first above anyone else and she would give her life to protect them from anything she believed they needed protecting from. That being said though Sadie generally believes most people to be good people like she is. She despite her age hasn’t seen how dark the world really is and lives in a false sense of security in which she believes everyone was born good and is good unless they prove her wrong. Its part of the reason she gets hurt so easily, because she’s too trusting and has a certain innocence believe in how the world is from how dark the world really and truly is.
Sadie is if anything a loyal person. Loyalty to her is almost more important than breathing. Its like the one thing in this world that everyone should be. At least that’s her belief. Sadie is definitely who will stand up for the people she cares for and shows her loyalty to them time and time again doing whatever she can for them out of simple loyalty. She will never turn her back on anyone who needs her help, but if its her pack, her family she is all in and won’t let anyone stop her from achieving what she set out to accomplish. Some would say she’s stubborn that way. And she is most certainly stubborn. Sadie isn’t one to back off when it comes to her ideal and her beliefs and her goals. If she believes in something strongly enough you better be able to prove why she shouldn’t otherwise you’ll find no hope of convincing her otherwise. Sadie is not easily convinced of things. Once she has an idea stuck in her head it stays there and no amount of trying to change her mind will help. Because she doesn’t change her mind. Not easily. Unless you have some visible sound proof, cold hard facts to back up what your trying to get her to belief she won’t believe you for a second. She doesn’t bend in her beliefs. Its her stubbornness that’s made her so good at being a protective older sister and pack member. Her stubbornness allows her to make sure the people she cares about are safe and secure.
{Fatal Flaw} She’s just too trusting. She doesn’t want to think bad of anyone and tends to believe most things people tell her about themselves simply because she likes to believe most people are good people.
[Backstory]
Daniel Lazarus was a born and raised werewolf in a pack in London England. His father was a beta and his grandfather as well. When Daniel’s father past away when Daniel was 26 Daniel took up the mantle of Beta in the pack. He was a fair and just Beta unlike his Alpha who was just plain cruel. His Alpha was the son of the previous Alpha whom had been friends with his father. His alpha ruled the pack with an iron fist unrelenting and he should no mercy for those he considered weak or beneath him. Daniel was 30 when he finally challenged the alpha for the alpha position and won killing the alpha. It was through the challenge that he met his mate Sadie’s mother Joanna.
Joanna was also a born and raised werewolf in London England and a part of the same pack as Daniel. She was the first Alpha’s daughter and when her father was killed in an attack by rogues that also killed Daniel’s father her older brother ruthlessly took over to pack. Jo was never close to her brother and was glad when Daniel challenged him for the alpha position and won making her his alpha female the counterpart to his alpha male. Joanna’s mother had died giving birth to her years prior along with Daniel’s mother who also died giving birth to Daniel making them seem like the perfect Alpha mate pair.
It was two years after Daniel became alpha of the pack that Sapphira came along. Surprisingly enough there were absolutely no complication with the pregnancy or the birth. Sapphira was a healthy baby and a healthy child. She grew up along with the other children of the pack fairly normally learning the ways of being a werewolf and being apart of a pack as opposed to a werewolf. Along with that she also learned what it was the be an alpha of a pack since both her parents themselves were alphas.
By the time her younger brother Mitchell was born Sadie was 23 years old and had moves up in the ranks of the pack as the Lead Guardian a position she quite likes because it allowed her to protect the pack better and train other Guardians without all the hassle and work and stress of being a higher up position like an alpha or beta or delta. Having a little brother after her parents spending the last two decades trying to have another child and not succeeding was definitely a blessing in the eyes of not only her and her parents but the entire pack who was happy for the family. Sadie was ecstatic to have a younger brother. She had always wanted a sibling growing up and now she had one. As her younger brother Mitch and she had taken to calling him grew up she spent a lot of her time helping her parents take care of him while they ran the pack. She even trained him to become a Sentinel the male counterpart to the Guardians she was in charge of. As he got older Mitch showed real potential in becoming a Sentinel and by the age of 15 he was a Sentinel.
Six years after her brother became a Sentinel he moved up in rank and became the Lead Sentinel after a Rogue attack that left half the pack dead or injured the Lead Sentinel being one of the dead. Together Sadie and her brother flourished at the Lead Guardian and Sentinel positions they had both gotten in the pack because of their own merits and not because their parents were the Alpha’s. For the next 70 years or so the pack was doing well and they all flourished and things were peaceful. That wasn’t until about 3 years ago when Sadie’s brother had moved up positions in the pack to Delta Male while Sadie choose to stay as Lead Guardian that things went wrong. It had been a simple hunt in the woods on a full moon night that almost all of the pack was participating in (save for the kids who weren’t old enough and the parents/guardians who stayed with them). While they were hunting a much bigger and stronger rival pack attacked them killing over a good number of their pack including their parents. Both Sadie and Mitch survived, but many perished especially those with higher ranks in the pack. With the deaths of their parents Mitch decided to take over as alpha and no one challenged him. It was Sadie’s decision that shocked the pack. She choose to leave. Mitch was probably the only one who understood and encouraged her decision to move on. And so she did while her brother rebuilt the pack from the bottom up.
Sadie spent the next 6 months traveling around before she ended up in Old Harbor Alaska having heard about the small population and the pack that ran the town. It sounded like just the thing she needed to move on with her life. So she moved there and joined the pack knowing that she’d never make it as a rogue. Even though she does miss her brother and her old pack who were like family to her she is quite happy where she is now and beliefs the Pale Moon Pack to be her new family. She now lives her life peacefully and happily here in Old Harbor Alaska with her new pack helping out in anyway that she can.
[Family]
◘Father:Daniel Lazarus||Age:200||Deceased||Werewolf||Love:8/10||
◘Mother:Joanna Lazarus||Age:140||Deceased||Werewolf||Love:9/10||
◘Younger Brother:Mitchell Lazarus||Age:87||Alive||Werewolf||Love:10/10
[Other]Has a mild case of Anxiety
[Mode of Transportation] Yellow 1969 Camaro
[Occupation] Waitress at La Cuidad Restaurant{Pending}
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❝Some day, the rain will wash away my pain.❞
[Full Name] Arya Regina Vanderbilt
{Nickname} Raven, sometimes
[Age] 25
{Date of Birth} May 28
[Gender] Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Relationship Status} Single, but looking
[Species] Bitten Lycan
{Rank} Prelate(female Delta)
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Kimmy Hays
█ ✦Hair Color: dark brown
█ ✦Eye Color: dark brown
█ ✦Complexion: tanned olive
█ ✦Height: 5ft 7in
█ ✦Weight: 153 lbs
█ ✦Body Type: hourglass
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: ...
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: None.
[Wolf Appearance]
[Personality]
Arya is a very loyal and caring girl. She has a very big heart, and is rather empathetic and compassionate. She is very emotional, and it makes her who she is. Arya is loving and gentle, always taking other people's emotions in account of things before she acts. She is very smart and adaptable-intelligent. Arya is good at fitting in to new situations, which is why it wasn't too hard for her to control her powers.
Arya likes to keep to herself, but is very bubbly and outgoing at the same time. Her emotions can change quite suddenly, but she tries not to show when she's sad. Arya is, in fact, a master at hiding being depressed. She gives great advice, and is an amazing listener. Arya is very supportive and is genuinely caring. She is great at solving problems, as long as they aren't her own.
{Fatal Flaw}
Arya is very insecure of herself and has severe depression, not that anyone knows.
{Other}
I'm intentionally keeping her personality fairly short so I can roleplay it out more.
[Backstory]
Arya's mother met her father when she was out at a bar with some friends after working. They immediately hit off. They got married when Arya's mother was pregnant with Marie. A few months later, Marie was born (in Kansas). Lillian and Steven moved to Texas for their jobs, where Marie had tubes in her ears, and a few hearing problems. It was nothing serious. Two years after Marie, Lillian had Elizabeth. They drove up to the same hospital in Kansas to have her. Everything was fine and dandy. Then, Lillian became pregnant with Arya. They moved, again, but this time to Oklahoma. Arya was born. Two hours later, she stopped breathing. It turns out that she had asthma. Not too long after Arya's birth, her family moved to Connecticut. There, her brother Mark was born.
Apparently, Arya did not like that she wasn't the youngest anymore, and took to being a bully to Mark. She was a good girl at school, but continued to be mean to her brother-only at home. At the age of seven, Arya's family moved to Tennessee. They moved into a really nice neighborhood, where there was a lot of freedom for Arya-which she enjoyed. Eventually, she stopped beating up her brother. She started taking medication for her "mood", as she was told. At eleven, her parents told them that they were getting a divorce. It never happened. Two years later, when Arya turned thirteen, her parents actually got divorced. They moved into a smaller house, where all of the girls shared the same room. It was small and chaotic, but Arya eventually got used to it.
Arya stopped bullying her brother completely. Her sisters went off to college. Arya started cutting herself and feeling suicidal. Elizabeth had been dating a boy since she was fifteen, and they were still together. Marie found a really nice guy right when she was graduating college, and Arya high school. Marie ended up getting married to him. When Arya went to college, Elizabeth got married to her boyfriend. Everyone was so happy for them all. Arya was overlooked, as always. She was depressed, and cut herself more often. It was bad.
Over Arya's senior year's spring break, she and some friends went on a vacation to Alaska. There, Arya learned that werewolves weren't all that fake. In fact, there were a normality. A rouge found out what she knew, and bit her. Arya's friends thought she was going to die. They took her to the hospital, and she was losing a lot of blood. Arya made it, and was able to go back to college and graduate. But there were deaths at her school-by a wolf or a dog. And it was Arya. She never meant to kill anyone, but she couldn't control her wolf-like instincts that she was now getting. After she graduated, Arya moved back to Old Harbor, Alaska to learn how to live with herself and what she has done.
Arya eventually learned how to control her powers, and became surprisingly strong. As though she was born to be a werewolf. Arya joined Pale Moon and quickly became Delta by displaying her skills. She was only helping the pack, but they were impressed. Arya longs to find her mate, but she keeps that a secret.
{Other}
Arya changed her last name to Vanderbilt when she moved to Alaska to be free of her father's last name.
Arya wants a mate, not only because of the pressure from her mother and that all of her siblings are married, but because she truly desires one.
[Family]
◘Father|Steven Smith|56|Alive|Human
◘Mother|Lillian Vanderbilt|55|Alive|Human
◘Eldest Sister|Marie Davidson|29|Alive|Human
◘Marie's Spouse|Samuel Davidson|30|Alive|Human
◘Niece|Genevieve Davidson|4|Alive|Human
◘Nephew|James Davidson|2|Alive|Human
◘Older Sister|Elizabeth Greene|27|Alive|Human
◘Elizabeth's Spouse|Dillon Greene|28|Alive|Human
◘Niece|Stella Greene|3|Alive|Human
◘Younger Brother|Mark Smith|23|Alive|Human
◘Mark's Spouse|Lindsay Smith|23|Alive|Human
[Other] Mark got married recently, which was the last time that Arya left Alaska.
[Mode of Transportation] a truck
[Occupation] None.
❝ This bitch bites back ❞
Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ // Penelope Rose Foss
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ // The name is Foss, you try anything else and I'll gut you like a fish.
Aɢᴇ // Appears twenty-two; actual age is 43
Dᴀᴛᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ // December third
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ // Sagittarius
Cʜɪɴᴇsᴇ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ // Pig
Bɪʀᴛʜ Sᴛᴏɴᴇ // Tanzanite
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ // Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ // Heterosexual
Cʀᴜsʜ // No one's on my horizons
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs // Oh yes, I'm single
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs // Werewolf; Sired
Rᴀɴᴋ // TBA
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ //
(view spoiler)
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ // Gillian Zinser
Wᴏʟғ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ //
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ //
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ //
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ //
Gʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
Gʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs
Aᴜɴᴛ
Uɴᴄʟᴇ
Rᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ
Aʟʟɪᴇs
Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs
Lɪᴋᴇs
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Mᴏᴅᴇ Oғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Oᴛʜᴇʀ
❝Don't judge a book by it's cover.❞
[Full Name] Edmund James Lawrence Jr.
{Nickname} James
[Age] 121
{Date of Birth} April 14
[Gender] Male
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Relationship Status} Single, but not really looking.
[Species] Werewolf/Lycan
{Rank} Adversary
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Logan Lerman
█ ✦Hair Color: brown
█ ✦Eye Color: blue
█ ✦Height: 6 ft even
█ ✦Weight: 198 lbs
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: None.
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: None.
[Wolf Appearance]
[Personality]
James is not what one may think by seeing him. He is not arrogant. He is not cocky. He is not a jerk. In fact, most people just find James intimidating. But the sole reason for that is because he is a good fighter. And that's he is very quiet. James tends to be one that accidentally sneaks up on people. He is a very good stalker, even though he prefers fighting.
James is very sweet, though in a quiet way. He isn't the kind of person who would run around showing off, but one that would use his skills in private and not boast about it. James is definitely a nice guy, and has a lot of girls want him for a mate. He hasn't felt that he's met 'the one' yet, so he hasn't made a move. James is not a player, but may flirt with girls-normally unintentionally.
{Fatal Flaw}
James is a perfectionist.
[Backstory]
(infancy)
James was born as a pureblood werewolf. His father had mysteriously died before he was born, and his mother said that she looked like his father. James's mother was quite mad because of the loss of her mate, and ended up committing suicide. So, James was brought up by the pack. They did not abandon him.
(childhood)
James had a fairly normal childhood. He learned basic things from living with the pack, besides just hunting and fighting. James learned how to read and write. He even went into town sometimes to play with other kids.
(teenage years)
James quickly mastered his Lycan abilities, thanks to his pack. He decided that he liked fighting better than hunting, so he went with a fighting course in the pack. James set his eyes on becoming Adversary. He practiced and practiced. He made it his main goal to impress the Alpha's, Beta's, and every member of the pack, really. James practiced and practiced, but not just his fighting skills. His stalking and hunting skills too.
(young adult years)
Eventually, James became a good candidate to becoming the Adversary. Showing off his skills-but not obnoxiously, James became Adversary. But James didn't just reach his goal and stop. He continued practicing and learning to become even better. To become faster. To become stronger. To become a better fighter. To become a better stalker.
(adulthood)
Even as an adult-though he doesn't really consider himself one-James continues to learn and practice. He does so on his own and in his own time. James never wants to stop being better. He's sort of a perfectionist in that respect.
[Family]
◘Father|Edmund James Lawrence|354|deceased|lycan
◘Mother|Marie Lawrence|325|deceased|lycan
[Other] I want to rp out his personality more.
[Mode of Transportation] a black jeep
[Occupation] None.
❝I think it's fun to see people say I'm bright, but it's only a fake smile I paste to my face most of the time.❞
[Full Name] Danielle Hope Nicole Stone Jackson
{Nickname} Dani, Hope, Nic, Stone, Jackson
[Age] 54
{Date of Birth} April 21, 1960
[Gender] Female
{Sexuality} Bisexual
{Relationship Status} Single, but not really into dating because she's waiting for mate.
[Species] Werewolf/Lycan
{Rank} Scout
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
{Faceclaim} Alexis Ren
█ ✦Hair Color: Light blonde
█ ✦Eye Color: Dark brown
█ ✦Height: 5'6"
█ ✦Weight: 165lbs
█ ✦Distinguishing Marks: Nothing other then a birthmark on the back of her neck.
█ ✦Jewelry or Accessories: Earrings, necklaces, and bracelets.
[Wolf Appearance]
[Personality]
Danielle is mainly selfless, she sees people's needs before hers most of the time. Many people call Dani kind, caring, shy, distant, joyful, and generous. Most of these traits are true, but she's not shy or reserved, she see no need to be in the spotlight as other want to be. She is distant for the fact that she has never known her real family and wants to be a part of that. Only her close friends and family can tell you that she's humorous, responsible, loving, and honest.
For those few people who don't know the truth about Dani is that she's feisty, independent at times, protective, intelligent, and headstrong. People always assume without meeting people which make Dani sarrow filled. She isn't a bundle of joy like everyone says, Dani has gone through depression which sometimes makes her bipolar. She pushes herself and tries to be emotionless at times of distress. She act on her instinct which leads her to be thought of as brave and confident.
{Fatal Flaw} Dani has several flaws, her depression, bipolarness, and her act on instincts. She makes people believe she's ok with a false smile. She can be hot and cold to anyone at any moment. Her acting on her instincts and gut feeling which sometimes leads her to trouble.
[Backstory]
Danielle's parents met in the late fifties. Her mom was in college and her rogue father was just strolling around. He knew at the moment he saw her she was his mate. He didn't care about the twenty-two year old son he had with his ex girlfriend. He walked smoothly up to her and talked, went out for coffee, and eventually started to date her. They neverarried for she was heading straight with her college classes and the career she wanted.
Nicole loved Derrick enough to let him actually have her in everyway. She found out that she was pregnant around late August and early September. She didn't know what to do and told Derrick. He was glad but what worried him most was that she was sick as a child and would probably die giving birth. In mid to late April was rushed to the hospital to give birth, and died but without complications. Derrick depressed without his mate went to his sister and brother-in-law giving up his only daughter.
Dani grew up knowing her aunt and Uncle were taking care of her. She was happy, but always asked about her real parents. They always said her mother was hard working and dedicated, but said nothing about her father. She continued to grow and admire her family and pack. Everyone thought the child actually belong to Annebelle and Bryan, and when someone asked they just nodded. Se never had any problems or anything abnormal in her childhood.
Like every normal kid in the pack, Dani shifted once she reached her maturing point. She had several guys look her way, but none of them seem to catch the now fifteen year olds eyes. She saw how her aunt and uncle loved each other and actually wished to have her pwn mate soon. Around sixteen she met some of the other pack's members but only from a far distance. Danielle actually found it fun to watch people, but decided to do something worth her time. She trained herself in fighting as a hobbie since all the guys around her age where hormonal.
Dani always was given speail treatment by her aunt and uncle. After high school they sent her to college, even though she only wanted a small part in the pack. She didn't want to be noticed or out spoken. Her whole time in college guys flocked around her for her beauty. She was called a slut by others since guys always been around her. She had only one friend Bobby, he was the only guy that didn't look at her as a toy he was actually gay.
Dani moved back to the pack after college and done small work. She brought notice to herself when they guys found out she trained herself to fight. She continued this over the years as well as trained herself in survival skills, tracking, and navigation. Her aunt and uncle had their first child when Dani was fifty. She fell in love with her cousin and watched Charlie all the time.
[Family]
◘{Father/Derrick Jonathan Stone/356/Unknown/Werewolf/Rogue}
◘{Mother/Nicole Lizzy Craig/21/Deceased/Human}
◘{Aunt/Annebelle Ginny Stone Jackson/147/Alive/Werewolf/Lycan}
◘{Uncle/Bryan Carter Jackson/283/Alive/Werewolf/Lycan}
◘{Older Half Brother/Xander Hunter Jonathan Stone/97/Unknown/Werewolf/Rogue}
◘{Cousin/Charlie Andy Jackson/4/Alive/Sired Wolf/Lycan}
[Other] Danielle is prescribed and takes antidepressants.
[Mode of Transportation] 2012 Dodge Challenger
[Occupation] Unemployed
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PALE MOON PACK INFORMATION:
The Pale Moon Pack who run Old Harbor are called Lycans/Lycanthropes. They are strongest in the following categories: Fortification; Defense; Silent Maneuvering; Deception; Feint; Maintaining reconnaissance Tactics.
The downside to being the defender
Your enemy is often the one who chooses the time and the place for the battle.
You are attempting to anticipate an attacker whom you often know little to nothing about.
Your enemy will have the advantage of being able to bring in all necessary equipment ahead of time.
You might not have the necessary manpower or equipment to defend yourself.
Failure from the defender potentially means loss of territory.
Failure from the attacker means they can simply try again.
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