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Wish You Were This Smooth
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Name: Jerome
Age: 28
Race: Werewolf
Height: 6'0" Human Form, 8'3" Beast Form
Hair: See photos.
Eyes: Ditto.
Personality: A bit cocky and flippant on the outside, since the purging he's held a lot of pent up rage under that almost unassuming exterior.
Special Abilities: Typical werewolf attributes.
Weapons: None.
Bio: Werewolves were typically a proud race which relied heavily on the brotherhood of their respective pack. For one to desire cutting ties with their kin was often treated as an act of betrayal, and few ever wished to do so beyond a short lived sabbatical anyway. This was true of Jerome, whom did break away of his pack for short, or even extended periods of time while living by his own rules, but always returned upon hearing the call of his brethren. His identity was his own, carving out a small place for himself in this crazy world, but his life belonged to the pack; and he'd have it no other way.
This was the case when it came time for every able bodied male and female to defend their own during the Purge. Knowing what may come, Jerome quit his job as the bartender at a local club, and said a few cryptic farewells to those he knew would never be part of his life again. In his mind, the lycanthrope knew this was a hopeless battle, just as he was certain so many others of his pack realized. But the humans were coming for their home. Their land which belonged to their ancestors for many generations. For most of the pack, there was no life worth living if they willingly gave that up.
Through whatever cruel twist of fate decreed it, Jerome remained as the last known surviving member of his pack. Nearly killed in battle, he awoke buried under the corpses of those who fought alongside him. Those whom hunted with him since youth. Those whom were the only true family in his life. It took an incredible degree of self control to slip away while the remaining humans were busy destroying the remaining corpses after taking a few for whatever testing they had planned out for afterward.
Since that time, the lone wolf has begrudgingly resumed to blend amongst humans, with his outside demeanor masking a bitter anger and desire to rip the throat out of every human which crosses his path. Refusing to once again subjugate himself to working for any human, he's turned toward grifting and small time theft when it came to providing money and other necessities; a hard fall for someone once a part of a pack with a proud history. But looking at how far others of his species had fallen since the purge, he supposed it could be worse.
Age: 28
Race: Werewolf
Height: 6'0" Human Form, 8'3" Beast Form
Hair: See photos.
Eyes: Ditto.
Personality: A bit cocky and flippant on the outside, since the purging he's held a lot of pent up rage under that almost unassuming exterior.
Special Abilities: Typical werewolf attributes.
Weapons: None.
Bio: Werewolves were typically a proud race which relied heavily on the brotherhood of their respective pack. For one to desire cutting ties with their kin was often treated as an act of betrayal, and few ever wished to do so beyond a short lived sabbatical anyway. This was true of Jerome, whom did break away of his pack for short, or even extended periods of time while living by his own rules, but always returned upon hearing the call of his brethren. His identity was his own, carving out a small place for himself in this crazy world, but his life belonged to the pack; and he'd have it no other way.
This was the case when it came time for every able bodied male and female to defend their own during the Purge. Knowing what may come, Jerome quit his job as the bartender at a local club, and said a few cryptic farewells to those he knew would never be part of his life again. In his mind, the lycanthrope knew this was a hopeless battle, just as he was certain so many others of his pack realized. But the humans were coming for their home. Their land which belonged to their ancestors for many generations. For most of the pack, there was no life worth living if they willingly gave that up.
Through whatever cruel twist of fate decreed it, Jerome remained as the last known surviving member of his pack. Nearly killed in battle, he awoke buried under the corpses of those who fought alongside him. Those whom hunted with him since youth. Those whom were the only true family in his life. It took an incredible degree of self control to slip away while the remaining humans were busy destroying the remaining corpses after taking a few for whatever testing they had planned out for afterward.
Since that time, the lone wolf has begrudgingly resumed to blend amongst humans, with his outside demeanor masking a bitter anger and desire to rip the throat out of every human which crosses his path. Refusing to once again subjugate himself to working for any human, he's turned toward grifting and small time theft when it came to providing money and other necessities; a hard fall for someone once a part of a pack with a proud history. But looking at how far others of his species had fallen since the purge, he supposed it could be worse.
