[Bios] Were-Wolves

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(please read the BASIC LYCANTHROPE INFORMATION thread linked

above, AND the thread pertaining to the race you are playing. Only

alphas/leaders may have the corresponding abilities, otherwise you will

have the general abilities of that race.)

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[i]Forms[/i]

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[i]Transitioned Appearance[/i]

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G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Ondine Genovese
Nickname: O | The Big O | OG
Alias: None

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: College Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Mechanic | Bartender | Go-Go Dancer
Liason To The Local Precinct | Unsung Bouncer

Race: Lycanthrope (Were-wolf)



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'0
Weight: 105lbs
Hair Style/Color: Long Brown Hair
Eye Color: Hazel
Facial Features: O has an oval face with a prominent chin.
She has thick but manicured eyebrows and wears minimal makeup
on her days off, but loves a good beat and makes occasions for it.
Build: Petite | Athletic  
Tattoos/Piercings: Ears (Multiple) | Nose | Monroe
Scars: Many
Clothing Style: Being petite and nearly flat chested, O
doesn't wear underwear unless she's in a mood or on stage.
Working in the night clubs at the District, O dresses like a
video vixen and is known for her bulesque-y dance routines.
During her down time, she tends toward tank tops and jeans
and leather jackets with boots or sneakers. She cleans up nicely
but claims she has no sense of style so she keeps to solid colors
and simple looks even if they are form fitting to accentuate the
subtle curves of her body.
Notable Physical Feature: She doesn't have any tattoos but is
often covered in Henna.


L Y C A N T H R O P E A B I L I T I E S
All Basic Animalianthrope Abilities
All Basic Lycanthrope Abilities
All Beta Animalianthrope Abilities
All Beta Lycanthrope Abilities
Alpha Animalianthrope Abilities
• Mentor the Young
• Empathy and Rage
• Protect the Clan
• Fast Shift
• Name the Spirit
• Sense Silver
Alpha Lycanthrope Abilities
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Leadership Animalianthrope Abilities
• Nurture the Pack
• Pathfinder's Pride
Rare Animalianthrope Abilities
• Commune with Nature
• Loyalty of the Clan



Group Belonging To: Thronos Rokke Pack
Rank/Position: Eranthe

Were-Form


O's outer and inner wolf is a female of reddish brown fur with a penchant for
snapping their jaw around the midsection of any perceived threat and shaking
them like a beloved dog toy until they hear that glorious sound of a spine snapping.

Transitioned Appearance


This is a form that can often been seen when she is working at Danse Macabre.
It is an upright, bipedal, half human form that is completely covered in fur save
for her nipples. O will often shift into this half form purely for entertainment value
and great tips. In a fight or altercation, she will bare fangs and let her eyes reveal
her ever confrontational beast and will often let her claws grow as a warning shot
before she takes her full form and really gets down to the carnage.



P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths (skills/talents): Muy Thai | Ba Gau  
Dancing | Singing | Gymnastics | Musicals | Disney
Weaknesses: Silver | Silver Nirate | Pizza | Hopeless Romantic
Likes: Henna | Dancing | Dark Humor | Movies | Parties
Dislikes: Tyrants | Animal Abusers | Hate Groups
Phobias/Fears: Dark Water | Being Underground | Small Spaces
Demeanor: O is a sex kitten and a down right tease. She enjoys
attention and flirting but gets bored quickly. Which is why being
a go-go dancer is probably her favorite job. She often gives the
appearance of being fearless even reckless at times. She'd rather
take a beating than back down from something she believes in
which puts her at odds with her Ulfric. When she isn't standing up
for everyone around her, she's happy-go-lucky with a dark sense
of humor and an infectious laugh. She is extremely maternal but
very combative and aggressive and not afraid to get into it with those
bigger than herself. Everyone is kinda bigger than her though -- C'est la vie.

Inventory: Wallet | Phone | Keys - The essentials
Purple '69 Chevelle (She Drives Like Ace Ventura)


Pets: Every stray in the city is her "Little Love".

Weapons: Martial Arts | Bite | Claws
Anything She Can Get Her Hands On



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family: She Assumes All Of Her Family Is Dead At This Point
Father = Vincent Genovese - Deceased
Mother = Sophie LaRonde Genovese - Deceased
Spouse/Partner = None
Children = Her Pack
Extended Family = O has an aunt on her father's
side that gave her to her sex trafficker boyfriend.
She doesn't know much about her mother's side
other than they were a bunch of degenerate, low-rent
gangsters and most of her mother's family is dead.

Allies
Aidan Fraser - Bestie
Vivian Carmicheal - Animator
Reggie Gold - Pack Member
Various Other Pack Members
Many Of Her Co-Workers
Local Spook Squad

Enemies
Magdalene - Temion of the Kiss
Declan McGregor - Ulfric
Humans First
Blood Moon Snuff Film Co.

If You Don't Get My Jokes You Are My Enemy.



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Ondine was born in New Jersey to an upper middle class family. Her father was an architect and to this day his love of buildings and structures plays in O's mind. Vincent Genovese was the kind of man that made everything magical. The woman he chose to marry, Sophie LaRonde, was the kind of woman that made everything beautiful. She was a woman of mixed heritage from a small Caribbean island. Her accent was almost lyrical and made all the dirty jokes that came out of her mouth both titillating and funny. She and Vincent blended seamlessly together. They had the perfect wedding, followed quickly by the perfect honeymoon and the perfect life that was soon blessed with a child. There was only one dark spot in their life, Vincent's sister, Pauline, who was a beautiful junkie. After being molested by their uncle when she was ten, Pauline spiraled down into an abyss that Vincent always had hope she would crawl out of.

For their fifth anniversary, Ondine's parents decided to take a cruise. They were murdered leaving a restaurant in strange city and Ondine was sent to live with her grandparents. Three years later, she was coaxed off the school playground by her aunt Pauline and was promptly taken to Pauline's then boyfriend, who trafficked her around the country. When O was sixteen, she was sold to another pimp who had her bitten by a were-wolf on camera. Her first change, first feed, and the moment she was turned are all commemorated on film for sickos, but it would be the end of Blue Moon Films. O quickly befriended her inner beast as they both sought freedom and freedom for those in the cages in around them. Two years later, Ondine, suspiciously docile at the time, turned on film then proceeded to slaughter everyone that wasn't a were-animal around her.

Still in wolf form, Ondine stole two large duffel bags full of cash and ran. She buried the duffels at the edge of a farm and was found in a barn eating and old cow by and even older human man. Although he had come into the barn with a shot gun, their exchange had been quiet tension and some sort of understanding. He left her there to ravage that cow until the full moon revealed her human side. Ondine was no less aggressive and skiddish in her human form, but somehow allowed him to wrap her in a blanket and lead her into the house. He gave her a room off the kitchen and for weeks basically left her alone, living in his own house as if she weren't there. He would leave meals and clean clothes and towels for her but otherwise left her alone. Slowly, O began to warm to him. He bought her books and they discovered how his computer worked together. They also watched a lot of movies. He taught her how to drive and tend the animals without eating them raw. But he was old and human and soon he began to get sick more and more often. Once he had become bed ridden, he gave Ondine the keys to her favorite car, the '69 Chevelle and sent her on her way.

O dug up her duffels and drove away from her home with tears in her eyes. Driving brought her to New Orleans. In New Orleans, O made friends quickly and joined the Thronos Rokke Pack.

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Seven Days
Nickname: Weekly | Sundae
Alias: Steven Danes

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation:

Race: Were-wolf



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 6'3
Weight: 235lbs
Hair Style/Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Facial Features: Sharp | Angular
Build: Tall | Lean | Well Muscled
Tattoos/Piercings:
Scars: Bite Marks On His Neck
Clothing Style: Suits | Business Casual
Gym Clothes | Jeans and TShirts
Notable Physical Feature: Pensive Features
Always Seems Deep In Thought
But Always Claims He's Not Thinking Of Much



L Y C A N T H R O P E A B I L I T I E S
All Basic Animalianthrope Abilities
All Basic Lycanthrope Abilities
All Beta Animalianthrope Abilities
All Beta Lycanthrope Abilities
Alpha Animalianthrope Abilities
• Mentor the Young
• Empathy and Rage
• Fast Shift
• Sense Silver
• Healing
Alpha Lycanthrope Abilities
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Group Belonging To: Thronos Rokke Pack
Rank/Position: Unclaimed

Forms


Transitioned Appearance




P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths: Intuition | Confidence | Brute Strength | Determination
Weaknesses: Silver/Nitrate | Night Terrors | Stubbornness | OCD
Likes: Quiet | To Be Clean | Working Out | Working
Dislikes: Organized Religion | Hate | Bathtubs | Being Touched
Phobias/Fears: Hospitals | Suffocation
Demeanor: Seven is laid back and fun-loving. He can seem
like the kind of person that doesn't take anything seriously,
but really he just doesn't let negativity weigh him down. He
is passionate and protective and loves a good party. He and
his wolf share a similar personality and both live for big, lit
crowds.

Inventory: Wallet, Keys, Phone
Pets: None
Weapons: None To Speak Of



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Probably some rock star
Mother = Autumn Days
She lives in Clearwater, Fl and owns
a small herbal shop.
Aunt = Holi Days, mother's sister
Spouse/Partner = Accepting applications

Allies
Asheville, North Carolina Pack
Thronos Rokke, New Orleans Pack

Enemies
Can't Be Bothered To Notice



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Seven was born in Clearwater, Florida. He got his name because he was born on a Sunday morning.

His mother, Autumn and his aunt, Holi, were his primary care givers. Prior to becoming pregnant, his mother was a dedicated groupie, who followed her favorite bands on tour and made her living has a traveling herbalist. Basically, she was an 80's hippie and Seven grew up in a cottage straight out of Matilda, listening to hair metal and Stevie Nicks.

Seven grew up all but feral, and taught to enjoy and worship nature. He was more or less left to his own devices even though his mother and aunt cultivated an environment of respect for all things within a realm of whimsical freedom; must have been what kept him from losing his mind when he was kidnapped. At thirteen, Seven was ripped off his country street and sold into slavery. At fifteen he was turned by she-wolf with a penchant for wearing a silver grill. He, like O, spent most of his formative were-wolf years doing snuff porn and being tortured.

It was while his part of the snuff ring was in North Carolina that Seven was set free. The ring was killed by the ruling pack of Asheville and Seven joined the Asheville pack, who were practically a group of 50's greasers and bikers who traveled the country doing car shows and charity work.

While cutting through New Orleans, Seven develops feeling for a wolf in the Thronos Rokke pack and decides to stay.  

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G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Kiley Corvin
Nickname: Runt | Tiny | KILL-Y
Alias: None

Age: 24
Gender: female
Orientation: Asexual mostly.
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: | The Drug-Lord of New Orleans | Bartender at Circus of The Damned

Race: Lycanthrope (were-wolf)



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 62 inches
Weight: 124 Lbs
Hair Style/Color: Ash Blond
Eye Color: Grey
Facial Features: Heart shaped
Build: Gym-rat Built
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Scars: N/A
Clothing Style: Black, and blacker then that.
Notable Physical Feature: Stolen Leather Jacket



L Y C A N T H R O P E A B I L I T I E S


Superhuman speed & Strength.
Healing.
Heightened senses.

Group Belonging To: Thronos Rokke Pack
Rank/Position: Just Bitten

Forms:




P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N
Strengths (skills/talents): Mixologist | Runner | Street smart
Weaknesses: Silver| Nitrate | Cheesy pick up lines
Likes: Fights, Aggression, Tension, Chaos, Arson
Dislikes: Men usually.
Phobias/Fears: Snakes, Abandonment, Insecurity

Demeanor:  Kiley is quick to her feet and staying busy is what she does best. She has a zero
to one hundred temperament of attitude. Nothing excites her more than starting a good bar
fight, usually by setting her brother off on a tangent. She’s someone no one would think twice
of being an instigator but 9 times out of 10 she’s the root of all problems. If anyone manages
to get passed her walls of aggression and bad attitude, she’s extremely loyal and devoted to
those she finds worthy. Most people upon first glance believes she’s the sweetheart of the room
but never judge a book by its cover.

Inventory: Phone | Drugs | Stolen Lost and Found | Not enough lighters

Pets (keep it basic): None

Weapons: Bar Opener and wildly known for smashing bottles over peoples heads



R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Family
Father = Don’t Care
Mother = Who knows
Brother(s) = Killian Corvin [NPC]-Sworn to keep her safe.
Spouse/Partner = Only in Death will she ever have find that little thing called love

Allies: The Big Brother [Killian]. The only one she completely and undoubtedly trusts with her life.

Enemies: Makes enemies with those people say are enemies



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

Kiley fucking Corvin is anything, but your average criminal. She was born into the scum
life of the world. It takes two to procreate and the male came around a few times to get what
he needed. Hard to say if Kiley and Killian are actually fully biologically related by how much
their mother used to get around. Truth be told though Kiley doesn't know much about them.
All she remembers is the tales from her brother, told about them. Some of the tales are to
make her feel like they actually wanted her and others told why they abandoned her. No
matter what tale, she remembers there is one thing that is engraved in her mind and
heart: they are fucking assholes and don't deserve to be talked about.

Far as their childhood goes they always grinded for money, from stealing, to dealing, and
even prostitution. They tried to hold jobs in honor of Uncle Sam, but with Kiley's stubborn
attitude and Killian's raging temper, they could never hold a job long enough for the pay
checks to roll in. Their appearance never showed promising work ethic anyways. The siblings
learned quick though that the real money is in the black market. So, they stayed on that
dark and dangerous path. The more they got caught up in it the harder it was to pull out of it.
Kiley started as a corner dealer and moved quick up the lines. She had the act in selling quick
and more than most people in her position. What really caught the drug lords though was her
eye for a good chemist. Not only could she sell the drugs, but she could find someone to turn
a dime bag into a pound. Wherever she went the quality of drugs went up. When preternatural
came out of the closest Kiley was able to find a chemist that could make drugs strong enough
to affect even them. She went from just a corner dealer to someone everyone in the business
wanted to know. The king pins on top wanted her for themselves anyway they could. It went
from being right hand to a fuck buddy with interest. Kiley didn't care as long as she got paid,
but she lost her shit when they started pushing her around like property amongst each other.
She committed homicide for the first time at seventeen when she was sold to another gangster
as a sex slave and not for the business she brought in. From that moment on she swore she'd
never take orders from anyone again. Through all of this, Killian was oblivious and insanely
possessive of Kiley when it came to their relationship. He thought she was partying and causing
trouble on the streets completely unaware of what exactly what she was doing.

Kiley started creating her own charter back in Detroit, Michigan. That was where she first set up
shop. Of course with her eye on finding chemist, she spread like wild fire across the north-middle east.
From Michigan to Chicago. From there it was jumping every few weeks with new territories. Everywhere
she went her crew started to expand within those cities. They were small indeed but they never died
out from business. It wasn't till she hit New Orleans and stayed for a year she began to grow larger than
ever before. Giving herself the title of the Drug Lord of New Orleans. Even when the gangs were at war,
their drugs, their trade lines, their cutters, all came from Kiley. She owned all the territories within the city.
 Kiley had a knack for turning chaos into functional chaos. The difference between then and now with the
infamous Kiley Corvin is she has always been dangerous, but now she's a were-wolf.

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Travis Von Patton
Nickname: Trav | Pup
Alias:

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Stage Hand | Student

Race: Were-wolf



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 6'0
Weight: 160lbs
Hair Style/Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Grey
Facial Features: Sharp | Angular
Build: Tall | Slender
Tattoos/Piercings: Ears | Many Tattoos
Scars: None
Clothing Style: Whatever he feels like
Notable Physical Feature: Being Really Tall
And Really Skinny



L Y C A N T H R O P E A B I L I T I E S


• Superhuman Speed
• Superhuman Strength
• Accelerated Healing
• Heightened Senses

Group Belonging To: Thronos Rokke Pack
Rank/Position: None

Forms


Transitioned Appearance
None yet


P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths: Intelligent | Adaptable | Friendly | Charming
Weaknesses: Silver | Silver Nitrate | Prone To Tantrums
Likes: Music | Dancing | Dj'ing | Partying | Tattoos
Dislikes: Orders | Being Rushed
Phobias/Fears: Claustrophobia
Demeanor: Hyperactive | Easily Excitable | Moody

Inventory:
Pets: Two Alaskan Malamutes
Mickey and Mallory
Weapons: None


R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Richard Von Patton III
Mother = Miriam Von Patton
Brother(s) = Richard Von Patton IV
Caleb Von Patton
Sister(s) = Annabelle Von Patton

Allies


Enemies




C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Travis Von Patton, sounds hell posh right? Yo, that's because I am hella posh bro. Don't get it twisted. I grew up in this bomb ass neighborhood in Orlando. We're talking massive house parties, unlimited credit cards, drugs, booze, bitches. The whole nine. Life is bomb when you have rich ass parents who are never home and friends living the same stupid life.

I got private education typa life. I'm smart as fuck. Graduated at sixteen. Honors. All that dumb shit. Got into every college I applied for. Be jealous. Hoes love an educated thug. Which probably ain't you, son, but it for sure is me.

So what happened? Nothing, shit. I mean it ain't that fucking bad being a wolf. I didn't want to go to college. I needed to get out. Live a little. Decided I wanted to follow some tours and chill. Cut up my credit cards and headed out to make it on my own. Then I got into a fight with some busta's at a club. Some fucking pups with no control and this dumb ass scratched me! Boom, I'm a wolf. But like I said, it ain't all bad.

My mama wolf is the shit. The squad is tight. Plus, I got a damn good reason not to go back home. Mama wolf says I still have to go to college though. Booo.