Name: Kóri Barnrefr
Nickname: Snømunn, Kyó
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 22
Species: Werefox (Born)
Silver alergy: No
Regeneration: Some
Languages: Aanar (First language), Common, Lutetian (A2)
Brief Looks:
Kóri has a slender, strong build. With muscle under a thin layer of fat. They're tall, 6'2 ft/190 cm. It only makes it even more of a surprise when they turn into a pretty small arctic fox in their other form. A fast fuzzball with needle sharp teeth. Their hair, like their fur, changes color. It's white in the winter/colder months and dark brown in the summer/warmer months. It was almost always white in Aanar, it is also white, for now, in Lutetia. It's relatively straight but tends to exist in a perpetually dishevelled state that gives Kóri a bit of a wild look. It also makes them look bigger or ruffled. They have darker skin and slanted eyes, family traits. Their eyes are dark brown, the color of dark oak wood.
When it comes to personal style, Kóri likes a street, militant look leaning on the artistic side. They've got a few piercings, one on their tongue, Two on the bottom lip, nipples, one belly button ring and maybe a couple more that aren't as easy to notice. They've also got one tattoo that goes around their left arm, which a lot of the people in their pack used to get when they reached adulthood, and so they did as well.
Brief personality:
Practical, smart and laid back when they feel safe. This young fox is in love with lazy mornings that start with a faceful of sun. They speak with a heavy accent, and are proud to be who they are. They've never had to hide their so called "Condition" before and it disgusts them immensely. Especially since they pretty much depend on a human, their uncle Thorje, to survive until they get their bearings.
Brief Bio:
Because of an increasingly dangerous conflict in the village in Aanar where they are from, their family sent them to Lutetia with a handful of money and a duffel bag of belongings. Kóri is now staying with a distant, human relative who owns a small, local grocery store in a shady part of the city. They work there to pay for the roof over their head, a shitty room of 4 m2 that barely fits a bed they almost don't fit in themself. It's barely been more than a week and Kóri is itching for more to do, and for more cigarettes than they can afford.
At home, they mostly hung out with family and pack members. They finished highschool and have had several odd jobs since then. Dog walker, babysitter, backyard groomer. Until they started working at a local library. They've got a passion for music, hunting and a couple of social media accounts dedicated to their favourite fashion styles. Especially when it comes to chunky boots and shoes, most of which they've had to leave behind.
They are used to a small town-village life style, where everyone knows everyone. Where people are generally kind. The city is already taking its toll, and Kóri is already growing desperate to find somewhere they belong. Because... the grocery store isn't it. They miss their family and pack a lot, there were a lot of tears when they all had to say goodbye and most of the youngest members were sent away to other countries.
Their arrival to Lutetia, and their uncle's theats that he doesn't want anyone to know he's housing a poor excuse for a mutt have made them afraid to transform outside of their bedroom. Often, they sleep in their fox form on or under the bed.
Relationships:
Their entire pack left in Aanar, friends in other countries.
Uncle Thorje, 53. Human. A distant relative of their mother. Not their literal uncle.
Young mother that has stolen baby formula and nappies a couple of times. She's clearly anxious about it and Kóri has been pretending not to see it so far.
Other:
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Name: Grisham Raven
Nickname: N/A
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 47
Species: Werewolf (Turned)
Silver alergy: No
Regeneration: Yes
Languages: Common, Lutetian.
Brief Looks:
Athletic build, standing at 5'9ft/180cm. Grisham has fully grey hair, which he wears short, and vivid yellow eyes. He mostly dresses in camo and military clothes, he has some age lines on his face. However, he doesn't look a day past 40. He's got muscles he never shows off and several minor scars. Then two big ones under his pectoral muscles from a masculinization mastectomy. He doesn't wear earrings or piercings, and he has an arm full of tattoos, then several more peppered around his body. He's handsome in a rugged way, but he looks perpetually tired in a "Damn kids, get off my lawn" Way.
As a wolf, Grisham is big and grey all over.
Brief personality:
A no-nonsense, grumpy jack of all trades (And master of none) with a (For the second time) growing alcohol addiction that likely hasn't killed him because he's a werewolf. He struggles to form relationships and life hasn't been kind to him. But he hasn't completely lost hope to find a place, and another family to replace the one he ran away from.
Brief bio:
(Grisham is a ftm trans man, and he/him is always used in his backstory even for when he lived as a woman.)
He grew up in a small town, with a religious family, and he got married at 19 to the man of his dreams. They had 2 kids by the time he was 21. In the meantime he was using alcohol and drugs to escape a reality he hated more and more with each passing day. He lost his kids when he was 25 (taken away by his family and social services. His family also manipulated him into getting sterilised so he wouldn't bring anyone else into the world.)
He only got clean when he was 29, through joining the military. A few years later when he was 35 he got his independence back and was also bitten and turned. He was already drifting away from his family but when he was turned he completely cut them off. He left the military after transitioning, got a van and started travelling with a couple of dogs as a "pack" when he was 38. He got by working different jobs depending on the season and finding out about himself in the process. But the dogs died a good few years ago now that he's 47 and despite rarely interacting with more werewolves, he's lonely. He has mostly avoided the less rural parts of Lutetia, but he recently moved closer. He still lives in his van.
Relationships:
Human family left somewhere.
2 kids and an ex-husband who he's still legally married to.
A few friends from the road.
Military ex-colleagues who respected him, most don't know he's a wolf.
Other:
He keeps his ring, still, and wears it in a pendant around his neck.
He considers himself a nomad
List of jobs:
Housewife
Private
Warehouse worker
Package delivery
Mail delivery
Laborer
Prostitute
Taxi-Uber driver
Lumberjack
Hunter
Cleaning staff for businesses
Store clerk
Waiter
Mechanic...
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Name: Ziessel Geiger
Nickname: Sel, zizi, gigi.
Pronouns: Any, female presenting.
Age: 82
Species: Werewolf (Turned)
Silver alergy: light
Regeneration: Yes
Languages: Common, Queran, Iverian, Aanar (B1), Thiranor (B2)..
Brief Looks:
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Tall for a woman, standing at 185 cm. She is athletic and strong, because she exercises often. Her hair is blue-black, long and straight, and her eyes are ice gray. Her skin is pale. She has light brown freckles in the summer.
Her lycan form is bipedal, with black fur, and she doesn't turn bigger, but she can turn very fast and choose the parts of her body she wants to morph.
Brief personality:
Ziessel can come off as cold and detached at first, but inside her calculating heart burns a passionate fire that cares dearly for those she considers family. People that she will do anything for.
That said, with age and experience comes a practiced ease for her to regulate her temper and her emotions. Which were often the cause of getting into trouble or making rash decisions in her youth. (Not that she looks a day past 35, something she takes pride in).
She Is also proud of her tight relationship with her calendar and various tools that help her organizational skills. No document or move is unaccounted for, related to the bloodstone pack or not. If it happens there will be a record of it.
Brief bio:
She was turned when she was barely 17 and lived a high class life in Lutetia. Her family turned to mages their extended family in Tiranoth had connections to, to try and stop the process. But she turned, the attempted bleedings and exorcisms didn't do much to stop it. She never hurt her family, but they didn't give her a chance to. Ziessel was pretty much thrown out and it was then that she fell in with different gangs, and finally the Bloodstones. While she was with them, a few years after learning the ropes, she studied for and got a degree in business administration and communication. It was a decision supported by the pack, as it could help them in the future.
When she was 29 and he was 41, she met her husband Gabriel. A torrid and intense romance story that finally pulled her away from the pack life when she got pregnant with twins. They moved together to Tiranoth, with his family. They didn't run away or escape and she didn't burn her connections with the pack when she left. They were together and mostly happy for the next 25 years, until he died in an unfortunate car accident. She survived, and so did their children. But Erik and Sonya already had lives of their own in Tiranoth at 25, and at 19, Keith was old enough. They stayed in Tiranoth with Gabriel’s family. Ziessel still visits, and they visit her, but she returned to Lutetia after her husband’s death. She needed a change, she missed the pack and… she didn't trust herself not to turn any of her children in fear of losing them. Even with the risks. But this is a well kept secret that she will take to the grave.
At 54, and well tempered, she returned to Lutetia and has been part of the pack ever since. One of the men who initially supported her in getting a degree, Salem Burr, was the Pack's secretary by then. She became his apprentice a few years after her return. He was one of her initial friends when he was an apprentice for the previous secretary himself and they had kept contact while she was away with her family. After some hardship that involved regaining the pack's trust and plenty of proof that she was capable she became his apprentice. He taught her all she needed to know, until she was unfortunately imprisoned after an operation gone awry. She is 82 now, and has barely gotten out of jail. To find that Salem is gone, forever. And so are plenty of the people she had come to know and love.
Relationships:
Her husband’s family in Tiranoth
Her sons Erik and Keith
Her daughter Sonya.
Pack members
Other:
She melted her and her husbands' rings together and made a locket out of the metal. With some additions. She carries a picture of her children inside, all three.
Her favourite food is beef stroganoff.
She loves to read regency era romances, a habit she picked up from Gabriel.
She considers herself a lady, whatever that means, it's personal.
The best way to relax is a spar, then a hot bath, then a relaxing evening in a spa with mani and pedi.
She has made an art of stabbing people with stiletto heels and crushing bone with platform boots.