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Lucienne Greer

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Goes By: Lucienne
Age: 97 in Vampire, 25 in Human

Gender: Masculine
Sexuality: He goes for whoever is hot

Bloodline Type: Empathic Vampire
Born or Turned?: Born

Birthday: November 3rd; Scorpio.

Rank: Coven Member
Desired Rank: Eh, who cares?

Occupation/Contribution: Many may prefer a quieter occupation in hopes of staying on the downlow, but not Lucienne. No, the man went to Yale, studied to become a lawyer, graduated as one of the top in his class, and opened up his own practice right in town. Often, if income is slow, he will leave town and take up cases in bigger cities for certain amounts of time. You see, Lucienne loves attention and money. It only makes sense that he's acquired such an occupation. He's never lost a case and makes enough money for himself and the coven. Truly, what more could one ask for? Any coven member gets in trouble with the law? Lucienne is there to fight on their behalf. It benefits everybody all around.

Thoughts on the Werewolves?: Ugly mutts they are. He doesn't hesitate to send a verbal jab at them or attempt to provoke them upon sight. However, he never takes things too far and follows the peace agreement like any other. Secretly, he hopes that it's broken so he can really have his go at them.

What do they think is the Biggest Threat to the Coven?: He doesn't know, he doesn't care. Probably the werewolves, but with how things are currently going, he's probably a threat himself with how he acts and how he's spending money. What? It's his after all.

Appearance:

[drawn by ThatBlackFoxCanBark on TH for an art trade. character belongs to myself, not free to use.]

Lucienne Greer is a male with an impressive stature. The masculine stands at a solid height of 6'3 paired with a rather lithe physique. He has broad shoulders compared to the rest of him, making him appear almost disproportionate at certain angles (though he would argue that it makes him unique).

His facial features are rather sharp, defined, and almost eerie in a sense. He has a square facial shape paired with downturned brown eyes, which sit comfortably upon sunken features. A mischievous expression typically takes up his face that consists of an upturned grin with narrowed eyes. Indeed, Lucienne is quite a unique character in appearance alone.

His skin colour is a dark brown, though perhaps the most fascinating thing about him is his striking blond hair that sits upon his round head. It is entirely natural, giving away the secret of his Melanesian ancestry. His hair is curly, though the strands are slightly looser, giving off a more curly/wavy look. Two strands of hair commonly sit upturned upon the top of his head, resembling that of devil horns (fitting, eh?).

In terms of accessories, Lucienne wears several. Many piercings litter him, predominately upon his ears. He wears two main upside-down crosses that dangle halfway down his neck paired with a conch and helix piercing. His earrings are symmetrical, for Lucienne does enjoy being a perfectionist. Upon his nose he wears a thick black septum piercing that match his overall appearance. At times, the male typically wears his fair share of rings as well, for he truly does enjoy sprucing himself up.

His main choice of clothing is fancy attire. He prefers looking his best than being comfortable. He will wear clothing made for the higher-class or clothing to match his overall "aesthetic" for the day. Regardless, Lucienne never looks bad. How could he? A face like his, he needs to remain groomed and kept. What do you think he is? A monster?

His voice is deep and raspy, often sounding eerily soft, even in stressful situations and not a scar lies on his body.

Personality:

Arrogant || Selfish || Mixed Morals || Cunning || Quick-Thinker || Good Shot || Debonair || Groomed || Apathetic || Childish || Deceitful || Devious || Independent || Impulsive? Calculating? Both? || Vindictive || Persuasive || Man of his Word || Independent || Attention-Seeker

At first glance, one may wonder how Lucienne managed to get the job and role he did. He's arrogant, selfish, childish, untrustworthy, and the list goes on. He would save himself over anybody else if he had the chance. He claims he's your friend? Don't listen, for when it comes to life and death, Lucienne will ditch you in a moment. He puts himself before anybody, after all, it's every man for himself. He is not protective of others. He is not caring of anybody. He will not save you, even if he has time. Lucienne simply does not care. Well, unless you make it worthwhile for him.

Lucienne never does anything for free. He helps if he thinks that it will benefit him. About to die? Give him money and he'll think about lending a hand. You wish for somebody to comfort you? He'd rather walk into the tip of a sword voluntarily. In pain? He'll dig his finger into the wound to make it hurt more. Lucienne is not a nice man, not by a longshot. He's cruel and apathetic, not caring about anybody other than himself.

Oh, but when he needs something, that's a different story. Suddenly, he becomes a smooth talker, complimenting everyone and batting his eyelashes. Lucienne becomes debonair and persuasive, trying to coax others into helping him. When that doesn't work, he becomes manipulative and begins to gaslight, and when that doesn't work, he strikes up a deal. After all, everything has a price. He is deceitful and devious. However, he is a man of his word. When he agrees to a deal, he sticks through with it. If one thing is for certain, Lucienne never breaks his word. He will deliver his end one way or another; he's honest.

Lucienne does not rely on physical strength. Rather, he relies on his mind and manipulation tactics. When in trouble, he keeps his cool. The man becomes calm and collected, never one to break character. He doesn't have to. There is little that can make Lucienne sweat, but when the man becomes anxious, everyone knows it. He will rant, throw things, insult everybody he comes across. He will act like a child throwing a tantrum before demanding silence so that he may think. When Lucienne is in a panic, everyone should be.

So, how did he manage to snatch such a role and job? Simple. He is a tricky, tricky man.. A con artist of sorts. He has gotten where he is because of his mind. You see, Lucienne is smart. Fairly smart. He is cunning and calculating, able to formulate various plans and get himself and others out of anything. Something could go horrible wrong, and he will still be able to escape without a scratch upon him. The gang left a trail of bloody footprints? Within minutes, they're gone all thanks to Lucienne. He can make it seem as if nobody was ever there. How he does it, nobody knows. Long story short, he knows what he's doing, and so long as he is satisfied, he will help others out. Besides, he's a vampire. If everybody is found out, so is he. He can't have that now, can he? He comes first after all, and who can blame him? This is survival we're talking about.

Basically, he has the mindset that he doesn't need others, others need him.

Relationship Status: Single
Crush: None
Significant Other: None

Children: There may be some out there, he's never stuck around long enough to know

Kin: None

Affiliations: WIP

WIP

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Avalon

" It's funny how fast your best ally can turn around and stab you in the throat. "

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Name:

Avalon

Avalon Hailsworth

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Goes By:

Avalon

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Age:

Unknown

Age Appearance:

19 Years

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Gender:

Female || Feminine

Sexuality:

Monogamous Bisexual
[ no preference ]

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Bloodline Type:

A - Type

Born or Turned:

Born

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Rank:

Beta

Desired Rank:

Satisfied

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Occupation/Contribution:

Among the humans, Avalon currently works at the smalltown bar, working as a bartender. She's known among them for her swiftness, and how delicious her drinks are regardless of how much time she spends on them. But in her downtime, she either spends it with the pack, or she wonders alone in the forest.

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Thoughts on the Vampires?:

Filthy creatures. Disgusting, honestly. As long as they keep to their little shadows, she sees no reason to pursue them.

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What do they think is the Biggest Threat to the Pack?:

Between Vampires and the Hunters? Honestly, both are assholes. But in the meantime, Hunters are her primary target. Unlike the vampires, those bastards are beyond classy.

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Appearance:

Matubami @ Picrew || Reference of my Character
[ Not a perfect reference, but it's the closest I can get ]

Avalon.. well, she's a remarkable woman in certain aspects. Does she realize it? Unfortunately no.

When someone takes a look at Avalon, they don't look at her hair or her eyes. Nor do they look to see a strong woman behind those alluring scars. What people see when they first look at this woman, are her scars that blanket her body like a painting. Her arms, face, legs, stomach, soul. It seems as if her skin has turned into an official storytelling portrait, each scar holding its own, personal story. Are people ever polite enough to say something kind to her rather than stare at her for endless minutes? Staring in awe at her scars? No. It doesn't seem humanity could possess such kindness. What hurts Avalon most of all, is how they interpret her scars. They call her "brave," and "strong." They call her names of importance or courage, without even knowing the stories that hide behind her rigged skin. Little do they know these scars are nothing proving her strength or her courage. But what can she do? They don't truly know what lies beneath the surface.

Below her chin, lies a large, horrifying scar, webbing itself across her throat. As if she was mauled by an angry grizzly bear, claw-like markings reach from the center of her throat extending outwards onto her left shoulder, collarbone, and more of the left side of her neck. More smaller scars are seen running besides the large ones. It looks like she was thrown into a pit made of monsters, toyed with and ripped apart. And unfortunately, this is the very scar that has caused Avalon's silence. The origin behind this gruesome sight is unknown, as Avalon was never given the chance to tell it, nor was she able to say anything again. If you don't understand, she cannot speak. This scar has cursed her with silence for the rest of her life. She is what some consider a "mute" but that doesn't mean she can't make a sound. She can make sounds, but it's not clear or nice-sounding. The sounds that escape her lips are ruff, hoarse sounds. In some cases, it can be quite terrifying, but in general, it's just a poor woman who can't speak and has no other way of communicating. And if you thought that was her largest scar- well.. you are right, she has nothing bigger than that [ estimating her scar is about 1.5ft. It wraps around her throat, extending off to the left side of her body, down her shoulder, collarbone, and back ]. Above her throat, on her face, she has small nick-scars here and there, but the most noticeable scar seems to be the one running right across her left eye. No damage has been done to her eye, surprising as it may seem. It starts at the middle of her forehead, crossing her left eye, reaching all the way down to her jawbone. This too has no origin story behind it, as she acquired it when she acquired the bear-like scar.

Avalon isn't a tall, or intimidating woman. Unless she wants to be. She stands at 5'6, but when she really holds herself up, shoulders back, she may look 5'7. She has an athletic build, weighing 130-140lbs. Who knows though? She doesn't attend the doctor's for checkups much. Some women have blue eyes. Others have grey, hazel, green. Avalon has normal eyes too!- For the most part. Born with oddly-shaped pupils, Avalon has always had "feline" shaped pupils, however, it's clear they are human. With rounded centers, the only abnormality is the pointed ends and how when her emotions spike up, they tend to... become more and more narrow. Otherwise, completely normal Red-ish Hazel eyes. Like many other women, Avalon too has raven-black hair. It's not rare, nor is it unique. Just your everyday hair.

Werewolf Appearance:

7'3ft Tall
Scars [ same ones on her human appearance appear on her werewolf ]
Raven-Black Fur
Bulky, Masculine Build

Personality:

Mysterious || Silent || Patient || Observant || Honest Hearted

WIP

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Theme Songs:

Nightmare [ Halsey ]

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Relationship Status:

Mmm.. no.

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Crush:

N/A

Mate:

N/A

Children:

N/A

Kin:

Parents: Unknown; Deceased

Siblings: Unknown; Deceased

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Affiliations:

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Other:

Thoughts on the Werewolves?: He's pretty sure he sees a lot of them, but as long as they keep to themselves, whatever.

What do they think is the Biggest Threat to the Coven?: Definitely hunters. At least the wolves have standards.

Appearance

Credits to me. 161425.

Rayce is a young man with quite an intimidating stature. Standing at 6'4 tall, this vampire sports a muscular, athletic build with a triangle torso and prominent arm and back muscles due to his profession as a gun-toting, tree-climbing law enforcement officer. Several years in the field have refined and defined his upper body, though his lower half is not lacking in strength either. His body is quite proportional overall, though.

His face holds the refined features that are typical to see in a human: rounded eyes, a well-placed nose, and a defined jawline. His lips are not full, but they are not thin, either. His once-straight nose has a slight crook to it from an old breakage that never healed correctly. Rayce's eyebrows are straight and set in such a way that his relaxed facial expression appears serious -- almost somber, as though he has seen too much.

His complexion is a bronze tanned one, though the tightened skin around scars show up much paler. He has several of these marks along his arms, a few on his face, and one long scar running across his left shoulder and pectoral from a runaway sword. He's obviously had his fair share of run-ins with blades and other sharp bits and bobs, though most of them have been through creating the pieces rather than having them used against him. However, he is not a stranger to swordsmanship.

Rayce's eyes are a burning brown with amber flecks and his short hair is a deep black that catches a gray sheen in sunlight -- when it ever sees sunlight. In the fires of the forges, however, his entire being has a red and yellow sheen to it. He walks upright and carries himself in a dignified manner. His long strides and confident movements add to a more dominant feel to him; he certainly makes no effort to dissuade such a notion, as it seems that, this way, people leave him alone.

Rayce has a fairly deep voice, not quite a bass but lower than a tenor. It's smooth and soft enough to be considered a loud murmur. It's a voice that is easy to listen to, lulling and deceptively soft. Hypnotic in the same way as the vibrant, pulsating colors on a deadly animal. He smells of ore and hot metal, but there is a hint of coldness to it as well. Somehow, he always seems to draw the shadows to him, adding a sense of mystery to this young man.

Personality

He is a slow burner -- the coldest kind of the fiery personalities. He does not simply erupt, nor does he build up to an eruption. Rayce's boiling point skips over the theatrics and goes straight to the part where someone gets burned -- but there was never any warning. Rayce will be calm and collected throughout the whole ordeal, seemingly unbothered by any fear or havoc he may have wrought. He's an expert at using his emotional manipulation abilities.

He is a solitary creature, avoiding others at all costs. While he will do as he is told when it comes to his profession, such as "make sure Hunter A's gun is properly regulated this season," he will not add any unnecessary chatter. Rayce is the type to find a miscreant, rip into them physically or emotionally or mentally, and leave without another word. Rayce is more attached to the Mogollon Rim and being alone than he is to anyone else, with the exceptions being those he considers family or close friends.

He uses his more intimidating stature and surly appearance to ward off any idle chatters -- you know the kind. The ones who pop up in the middle of a particularly difficult project to talk for hours in a one-sided conversation over dragons or the weather or some other irritating subject that Rayce has no interest in. This young man rarely expresses interest in anything or anyone outside of animals and his work, really. Then again, those two latter things are all he really knows. They are his life. He has no time for legends and weather predictions, nor does he have an ear for the latest gossip on what the mayor's daughter is up to. He. Does. Not. Care.

Rayce is quite happy to be on his lonesome. Nobody gets hurt that way, and he is relatively free to do as he pleases. There is no chatter, no bustling crowds, no merchants screaming about their cheap trinkets. It's usually just him, the woods, and the wildlife. In this state, he loses some of his scary exterior and becomes quite eager. He can be almost friendly in this state, if caught at the right moment. He isn't against company if they're silent.

He is not a bad guy, no matter how hard he tries to portray himself as such. Rayce is just... very... particular, if you will, with his surroundings. He doesn't want drama or attention, and the way to avoid both of those is to avoid people entirely. Thus, that is exactly what he does.

Relationship Status: Single Probably

Crush: Open?

Significant Other: Open?

Children: Open?

Kin: Also open?

Affiliations: TBD

Other: He has six aliases total so far. Currently, he's working under the name Rayce, and this alias is one in which he has achieved an animal science degree. He did a research paper on dolphin behavior.

Occupation/Contribution:

To Payson, she has two identities: one is of a five-ish year old lone female wolf labeled F1508 and dubbed "Morrigan" after the Irish goddess of death, as she is quite large and has maintained a very nicely-sized territory.

The second is as Idrunn the hunting guide and bartender. She works part time at each, so missing full moons isn't too much of a hassle for her.

Thoughts on the Vampires?:

They're quite the large thorn in her foot. She's never seen anything likeable about them, and with the current tension, their image is all the more marred.

What do they think is the Biggest Threat to the Pack?:

The brink of war that they're balancing on. It could out the both of them to the world, and hunters would gather faster than kicked hornets.

Appearance

Credits to me. 161425. Ignore the nose; I can't nose.

Idrunn is tall and slender, standing just below 6 feet and clocking in at about 145 pounds. Her frame is wiry muscle and very few curves, but she still looks fairly feminine, despite lacking the more prominent characteristics (ahem, bust and butt) of the average woman. She carries herself straight and with an air of quiet confidence -- Idrunn is not the type to boast or flaunt anything about herself, but she is quite obviously self-assured and capable.

Her long, thick, straight hair nearly reaches her waist and is naturally brown; her time spent out in the sun has given it natural highlights and lowlights that make her hair appear almost dyed. She wears it down most of the time, though at work it is up in a ponytail or a French braid. It's quite soft, but she is not one to let people play with her hair willy-nilly. Idrunn's skin is fair with a slight tan to it, though she can get pretty dark during the summer.

Her eyes are a honey brown -- a rich, deep brown and gold color that lightens considerably in the sun -- and framed by dark eyelashes. Slightly arched eyebrows hang above them and provide others with most of her facial cues, as nothing else will often shift besides her mouth. Idrunn's face is an overall angular, diamond structure with a defined jaw and cheekbones.

Credits to windfuchs on DA.

In her shifted form, Idrunn is a massive specimen for the area. She stands 34 inches at the shoulder, towering over almost all of the local Mexican gray wolves, and has a strong, muscular build. She maintains her long legs and overall wiry frame in this form, but her physical force is more easily displayed as a canine, as she is larger than the pure wolves she interacts with.

Her coat is a mix of tawny browns, creams, sooty grays, and black. It's not one that could be described as very thick or long, but it is still quite dense. Her eyes become a pale yellow in this form. Overall, she doesn't really maintain any of her human characteristics.

Personality

Reserved - Observant - Blunt - Particular - Loyal - Stubborn - Sassy - Hitman Friend - Authoritative - No Nonsense - Potty Humor

Idrunn is not boistrous, obnoxious, or attention-seeking. Some associate werewolves with raucious laughter, parties, drunk moonlight prowls, and immaturity; Idrunn does not fit in any of these categories, really. In fact, she doesn't think there are many werewolves who actually do (besides her sister, but we don't talk about her). This female takes a more subtle, calculated approach to life.

Relationship Status: Single

Crush: IDK

Mate: None

Offspring: None

Kin: Open.

Has an older sister, Lia, who is her exact opposite -- loud, obnoxious, a booze head, ridiculously flirty... You get the picture. This sister lives in Scottsdale.

Affiliations

Rowan -- Best buddy

Roxanne --

Avalon --

Erebus --

(Just listing all the werewolves but open to affiliations with vampires as well)

Other: I honeymooned in Payson, fun fact. XD

(credits to Juya @ picrew.me)

Name:
Cain Mccarthy

Goes By:
Erebus

Name Meaning:
Erebus - Deep Darkness or Shadow (Greek Origin)

Nicknames:
Don't You Dare

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Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Pronouns:
He/Him

Sexuality:
Uncertain

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Bloodline Type:
Type-B

Born or Turned?:
Turned

Rank:
Pack Member

Desired Rank:
Content

Occupation/Contribution:
Golden Luck Casino - Cain is the owner of a well-reputable casino in Las Vegas known as the Golden Luck, but those that enter have their luck drained. It's no secret that some of the machines were programmed to decrease the odds of winning, causing many people to be in debt to him. Not to mention, some who attend end up missing. However, the police force never investigated his case and rumored that Cain offered them dirty money, which may be true. However, when it comes to well-known people like celebrities or government officials, Cain will allow them to win without stooping to cheat them to please them and to keep the flow of customers running. He offers 25% of the earnings to the pack.

Celestial Resort - He inherited this place from his late father, who he misses dearly. The resort is a luxurious place that puts nearby hotels to shame, and what makes this place more exciting, kids aren't allowed on the premises. Floors 1-28 are for your casual and esteemed visitors, yet the final two (29 and 30) floors are for close friends, family (RIP to them), and allies of Cain's. Those with a special keycard may use a private elevator to elevate up to the final two floors of their desire. Feel free to take advantage of the bar, club, restaurant, and arcade room on the 29th floor. Enjoy the beautiful view of the city, and I hope you're not afraid of heights. The pack gets 10% of the cut. He spoils the Bear Lake Pack enough.

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Thoughts On The Vampires?:
Meh, his feelings toward them are neutral. I mean, none of them did anything to offend him, personally.

The Biggest Threat?:

In his mind, anything could be a threat to the pack. Hell, some of its members could be a threat. Between the hunters and vampires, both can and will endanger the group.

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Appearance:

(credits to Mano! @ picrew.me)

This man should be a model, cause damn, his looks are breathtaking.

Cain's aura is heavy on the shoulders yet oddly calming, like that of darkness that comfortably puts you to sleep. His face is unusually calm, only shifting expression when he's agitated or finds something disgusting. His height is impressive, yet not as much compared to his Alpha. Without the addition of heeled shoes, Cain's height is 6'0, which is eye-catching. His height will change (depending on the shoes), shifting to 6'2 or 6'3. Cain could be a pretty intimidating sight, and his muscular frame doesn't help it either. With the combination of muscle and height, he doesn't require to speak a singular sentence to torment his foes. His skin color is ivory, a mixture between a nice pale shade and lovely tannish color.

His body is muscular, but not as much compared to his leader. It shows that he focuses on keeping fit-him exercising during his free time and is rarely seen slacking in anything. You can see the outline of his muscles visibly, which adds to this fact. The texture of his skin is smooth and pleasant to the touch-free from acne and blemishes. He has a few scars, which is odd, considering he gets into scuffles. On his neck is a visible bite wound that never did vanish, a clue that he's a turned werewolf and not one naturally born. Cain never hated his injury and grew to adore it. He gladly shows it off without having the desire to hide it. Hiding underneath his coat are scars that formulate claw marks on both his shoulders. An indication that Cain got attacked from behind by his soon-to-be curse passer. Lastly, he has two more small scars beneath his left eye, and yes, it was by the same attacker.

Finally, Cain's face is a well-structured, sharpened jawline. On his face is a pair of almond-shaped eyes, albeit narrowed as if he's constantly scolding someone. As for the color of his iris', it's an unsettling charcoal black, which bears little-to-no emotion within them. Above his eyes are a set of perfectly trimmed eyebrows, with two notches missing from the right for style points. Next is his nose, which is Roman-shaped, with a slight crookedness to the bridge. His lips are bow-shape and plumpy, always having an odd glossiness from constant usage of chapstick. His ears are rounded and balanced on both sides of his head, with piercings always in the lobes of both ears. Noticeable notches on the right ear, and as stated before, Cain isn't ashamed of it-gladly showing it off.

Wolf Appearance:
Wip
(credits to Wincey @ DevianArt.com)

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Personality:
Active | Urbane | Resourceful | Protective | Chaste Mainly, Lustful Over Certain Requirements | Polished | Adaptable | Tidy | Scrupulous | Adventurous | Suave | Athletic | Tolerant | Tasteful | Subtle | Self-Sufficient | Businesslike | Artful | Casual | Busy | Barbaric | Cold-Hearted | Dirtied Hands | Cunning | Deceiver | Manipulative | Silver Tongue | Vindictive | Sarcastic | Loyal To Friends, Backstabber To Many | Neutral

Likes:
Uncertain

Dislikes:
...

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Relationship Status:
Gladly Single

Crush:
He Doesn't Crush

Mate:
None

Children:
God No

Kin:
He's the only member of his bloodline. He may or may not, ahem, have terminated his entire family.

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Affiliations:
Open, PM For Ideas

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Other:
Yes, the Bear Lake Pack is free to use his buildings. However, if they break anything, they need to buy it.

Also, I'm sorry if it's not as pleasing. Currently suffering from a major headache and nerve damage. :,)