Description
11/5/17 Accepted into group
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Basic
Full Name: Harold Nicholas Ashford
Nickname: Harry
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Werewolf
• Turned By: ????
• Werewolf Years: 1
• Experience Level: Level 1
Pack: Lunar
• Rank: Member
Occupation: "Quick Mart" stocker
Class: Middle
Appearance
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Weight: 190 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Build: Broad, muscular.
Personality
• Empathetic - Harry is someone that you can talk to about anything, especially if you're close to him. He is an excellent listener, and will never push you away if you're having a bad day, or just need someone to be there in general.
• Tolerant - Even if you are the worst person on Earth, Harry will try his hardest to get along with you. He doesn't like too much unnecessary conflict in his life, and cares quite a bit about what other people think of him. So, expect the dude to make at least one attempt.
• Cautious - Harry can be pretty skittish from time to time! He doesn't like surprises, and will always have a plan with whatever he's doing-- that being said, it's extremely easy to stress him out when things aren't set in stone.
• Witty - Wit comes naturally to the werewolf, and is where most of his comedic-nature resides. Anyone who can keep up with him is an immediate friend.
• Blunt - Now, he's definitely trying to work on this, but Harry doesn't have as nice of a filter as he'd like to. Kindness aside, if someone catches him on the wrong day and uses the wrong succession of words.. well, it never ends nicely.
• Temperamental - His fuse is short when it comes to things like ignorance or arrogance. It all depends on how he's feeling in that one moment, because tolerance can only go so far!
History
Pre-group
Harold has had a relatively normal life! His parents divorced whenever he was around the age of ten, and while that was emotionally strenuous, his father had been verbally abusive to both him and his mother; so it was definitely for the best.
From then on he lived with his mom in a cheap studio apartment that was clearly meant for one person, where the light tap of water dripping from the weary faucet coaxed him to sleep every night, and where he made friends with the pigeons perched on his bedroom's window sill.
Harry's mother wasn't home a lot because she worked two jobs, so his real escape was when he finally got home and could sit down and read. His favorite genre was fantasy, even up into his late teens he was fascinated with the supernatural. A part of him wanted to believe that it was real, but reality always set in and told him otherwise. Until, of course, his eighteenth birthday.
His mom had taken off from her oh-so-busy shifts to drive him out to his uncle's ranch. They were meant to arrive at sunset, where his cousins and other family members would be waiting. It was going to be a surprise party! However, things took a sharp turn when the car hit the body of a mutilated deer at just the wrong angle, and was sent crashing into a nearby ditch. He and his mother were fine, until a thud sounded from the roof of her SUV. Whatever it was had dented it, but did Harry do the right thing by staying put? No, of course not!
He proceeded to climb out of his door, and not even half way through the beast latched it's blood-stained talons onto his sweater. Harry couldn't fight it, fear instilled in his bones as it reared up a large paw and then slashed it across the poor kid's chest. His screams of pain pierced the air, crimson pooling under his top, before it all came to a sudden stop. A gunshot echoed throughout the neighboring woods, causing a murder of crows to erupt from the stoic oaks. In fact, the last thing Harry saw was the creature slinking off of him in shock, immediately turning tail so that it too could escape to the treeline. Held tightly in his mother's shaking hands was a pistol she'd kept in her console, smoke rising and evaporating into the eerie afternoon breeze from it's warmed chamber.
She hastily brought him to his uncle who, through a few family friends, was able to deduce what had attacked him. This was no ordinary wolf, and now it's curse coursed through his nephew's veins.
Killed
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Saved
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Turned
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- Why? (Optional, for reasons other than "Anger / Rage")
Relationships
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Pet: Romeo
Other
Status: Open
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Wallet: NCH PP Tracker
RP Method: DA notes / Skype / Google Docs / Discord
Timezone: Central
Your Age: 17, but I'll be 18 in exactly 21 days ayYYY.