Full name: Cassandra Lavoie
Nickname: Cass
Age: 34
Visual age: 28
Height: 5'7.5"
Weight: 152lbs
The Runts are a ‘pack’ of werewolves who occupy The Adandoned Warehouse in The Phantom Quarter, Lutetia City. Over the past few years there’s been a rise in the number of werewolf bites. The problem is concentrated in The Phantom Quarter, where lost souls often find themselves. The homeless are the most vulnerable to these mystery attacks – especially children. The current leader of The Runts, Cass, is an older sisterly figure who is dedicated to helping those who survive.
The Runts are not made up entirely of the victims of these attacks. Other outsiders are also welcomed. Foreigners, anti-socials and oddities make up some of the members
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Cass’s approach to members it to encourage their humanity. She prefers them to spend most of their times in their human forms, and does not run the werewolf pack in a conventional way. By supressing their newer instincts, often members can clash and lose control. But, as most of them were turned, they don't know any better.
An outsider has taken interest in The Runts, a werewolf by the name of Arman. He sees potential in the scraggly group of misfits; potential for his own gain. Arman challenges Cass's control, having an understanding of how things are meant to work. He tries to slyly manipulate the pack members, enlightening them to the real world of werewolf life, insisting that they'd be stronger, more natural if they were to support him. Cass, however, believes that these werewolves have been outcasted for a reason, and integrating them into an urban pack styled life would simply be what is worst for them. She still maintains most of the support within the pack. Arman forces himself upon the them, sometimes bringing gifts of food, clothing, and medicine. Against confrontation and in need of such things, Cass lets it lie... until it all gets too much.
Whilst encouraging their humanity, Cass herself is eventually forced to turn and fight this challenger who says he knows better. Arman is a brute, but due to their differences in wolf forms, Cass is usually able to run him off. But as these confrontations grow closer together, her physical strength is weaning, unable to regenerate fast enough, whilst Arman's form remains strong.
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Arman's insanity reached its peak, and so The Runts were brought to their demise and are were absorbed by The Bloodstone Pack.
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Name: Brendan O’Callaghan
Nickname: Bren
Age: 31
Brendan is a werewolf, originally from Iveria but now resides in Lutetia City as a member of the Bloodstone Pack along with his brother and close companion Desmond.
A mellow man, he’s often one to offer guidance and has a knack for turning conversations metaphysical after a good few drinks. Patient, peaceful and full of light-hearted humour, Bren is rarely involved in confrontation and is usually the diffuser of conflicts. He shares a close bond with his brother, and as the elder, feels responsible for their wellbeing. His protective nature rarely clouds his perception, even in times of chaos; Bren has a knack for keeping a rational head. He finds himself needing to do so more often in the company of Baron’s pack, compared to his family back in Iveria, where tensions were much lower and fighting less regular. However, he respects their traditions.
He and his brother share many interests and value similar qualities. Adventurous spirits with loyalty burning in their hearts, lovers of life and most things that come with it.
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Full name: Elodie Blanc
Nickname: El
Age: 25
Height: 5’5”
Build: Curvy and compact
Eye colour: Grey
Hair colour: Black
Elodie is a trainee detective, currently operating under regular officers and works mainly as an interviewer. She's clumsy and often terse and self-centered, and can struggle to overcome her gained prejudices having been brought up in a wealthy business family - an undesirable trait in her line of work. She has a sharp eye and keen ears, and views every unanswered question as an exciting challenge. Her main aim in life at the moment is to further her career.
Full name: Maxwell Lessard
Nickname: Max
Age: 22
Height: 6’2”
Build: Heavyset, broad shouldered
Eye colour: Blue
Hair colour: Blonde
Origins: Maxwell Lessard, or better known as simply ‘Max’, is the illegitimate son of Leandra Lessard. Although they never spoke much about his father as it was always an uncomfortable subject, Leandra had led him to understand that he had been a werewolf. The short love affair resulted in Leandra being disowned. After being written out of the finances, she had nowhere to go, and so turned to the slums of Lutetia City. This was no place for a pregnant woman, and Leandra sought help from her brother, whom she had always been close to. He too turned her away, leaving her desperate and disheartened.
Begging was not profitable when taking into account the lost self-respect. But for a while, joint with the pickpocketing, it was enough to sustain her. However, after being brought up in a wealthy household she had acquired skills which were desirable. Being particularly talented in the arts – mainly the visual arts and music – she was able to scrape a living through tutoring. With a reasonably steady income and plenty of pity taken, she was able to rent herself an extremely modest room above the Vargeras scene.
Max was born healthy. Within the next three years Leandra had worked her way up a little in the world and was able to rent, and eventually buy, a small house in Mervilleux. Max’s upbringing was not a deprived one. He was mostly happy; though he harboured bitter feelings towards the family and father he never knew for the strife they had caused his mother over something which he considered trivial. The relationship between him and his mother was always a close one. She often suffered bouts of depression and was sickly. She relied on him quite a bit.
Leandra Lessard passed away when Maxwell was 17, suffering from a disease that had been spotted too late after helping clear up after a flood.
Max’s reaction was to fly off the rails. The next year he spent getting into trouble. He mainly blamed his uncle for the weak state of his mother, even though she had been sickly ever since she was a child. All sorts of sour thoughts dominated his mind for a while. He spent some time trying to track down his uncle with no luck. The same went for his father. What few friends he did have found that they were frightened of him now that only the darkest of ideas held any meaning to him. He was alone. Totally.
Sometimes, Max liked drinking down in Vargeras. This marked the year since his mother's passing. He’d made a few acquaintances when searching for his father and liked the general dangerousness of it. Though it was more likely that he was searching for his identity, for something to define him. One night, in a dingy bar owned by what he understood as one of the more lowly packs, he ended up getting himself irresponsibly involved in a spot of brawling. It was safe to say he was crazily out of his depth. He could handle himself reasonably well with his knives and fists, and might make a somewhat formidable figure by these skills and his size… if this were not Lutetia, supernatural stronghold. Max was thrown out
onto the street. No help was offered, just a few curious glances. He had to drag himself back home.
And still, he kept returning. Scenes such as that weren’t uncommon, though none hit him as hard – mentally and physically – as the first one.
4 months after first wandering into the Vargeras scene, Max found himself in The Den. He felt that his presence was causing quite a bristle. But for some reason unknown to Max, the atmosphere was ordered to calm and he was allowed to stay, thanks to the pack leader, Baron. He began to frequent The Den, and eventually made friends. This change lit up a new path for him, and he left the sulking and sorriness for a lighter way. His time at The Den and eventually, the job offer, brought him closer to becoming his normal self again.
Over the following years Max was to become more accepted within the pack, and involved in more of their business, their secrets. And yet, he was still painfully ordinarily human. He felt useless. All suggestions of them turning him were met usually with a sort of amusement or indifference. Max knew that others could be turned to join, though it was rare. Was he thinking too highly of himself? Did he really mean little to them? Just a pet. As his time amongst the pack nears 5 years without any progress on the issue, he begins to grow impatient and distant.
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After confronting Baron, to no avail, Max left his position in The Den and the pack.
A thirteen year old reckless boy, turned werewolf aged ten.
He likes stealing, breaking, and drinking.
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Full name: Tanushri Rey
(A name never used to refer to her)
Nickname: Tansy
Race: Volarian Human - Werewolf
Age: 20
Height: 5’2”
Build: Narrow, petite
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Black
An attack on her family’s trade caravan when she was 16 left her with a bite which would dramatically change her future. Her family, lowly cotton merchants from Volaria, did not know what to do with the beast that she soon became. They locked her away, superstition spurring their horror. The Rey’s were quick to disown their middle daughter, soon seeing her as a monster that they must rid themselves of – still, there must have been some hesitance or remaining ties, for they did not kill her. Or perhaps they simply saw a profit.
The well-travelled family made their way to Lutetia, where her father claimed to know somewhere that would gladly take her in. A werewolf pack named The Nightshades; he said they would give her care. Perhaps if the Rey’s had known the truth, they would not have handed her over for practically nothing – but that seems unlikely, there was no regret in those cold eyes that watched as she was taken away without a shred of defiance.
And so, the stain was wiped from their family tree and the Rey’s thought themselves able to return home without worry.
Despite the difficult times that would follow in the next four years, the young woman was always seen as strangely positive. Her faith kept her going. She accepted her new station – though, she took on a new name to mark the life change – for, a devout follower of her religion, she believed that this was punishment. And so, to progress both in this life and on through to be reincarnated progressively, she must perform well in her new task. However, the nature of her tasks bring hesitation, as their immorality goes against the beliefs that she relies on to keep from falling into despair. As her time with The Nightshades stretches on, her uncertainty grows. Being in this foreign land where many laugh at her reasoning does not help. The question is, will her piling doubt continue to grow, amounting in rebellion? Or can she remain strong and true to her principles?
