Name: Jesse Williams

Age: 24

Appearance:

Human, werewolf or hunter?: Beta Werewolf

Background:
Jesse was born as a werewolf and raised as a werewolf, with all the hardships of being the youngest cub in the pack.

She was the last 'naturally' born member of her old pack and thus lived a life at the low end of the pecking order for more than twenty years. This majorly contributed to her bully-esque character and the rebellious demeanor that comes with it.

Jesse's old pack was essentially the werewolf equivalent to human gypsies. They wandered between cities frequently, always claiming a set 'turf' for a while before moving on to the next city or town. They were loud and aggressive and drawing general attention required them to change locations before people asked too many questions. As one would expect, an almost permanently drunk crowd of rowdy werewolves didn't interact in the smoothest ways with other packs, so fights with other covenants were not unheard of. After building a bad reputation among their kin for some years, warm welcomes from other packs were somewhat rare. The pack eventually dissolved when their alphas fell to rebelling omegas, and said omegas succumbed to their injuries afterwards. With nobody to lead the pack, they fell apart in less than a month and scattered in all directions.

During her time at the wandering pack, Jesse always was the weakest link. She was never physically weak, on the contrary - being bullied by a pack of aggressive and highly violent werewolves put her in a fairly well-conditioned state. However, she lacked a certain finesse, the dexterity to use her power for anything more than a pair of bone-breaking fists. Her defense against her fellows lacked unpredictability or skill, she never made it past being a brutal thug and this pack lacked all forms of benevolence, so nobody trained her. In the past, new werewolves were born into the pack who would take over the position of the general 'victim', but the digress of werewolf birth damned Jesse to a life at the bottom of the food chain. As a result of twenty years worth of punishment for being the youngest cub, she turned into a fairly violent, erratic slugger herself. Being superior to humans only, she let off all the steam from being subdued on human street gangs and thugs. She always tries to act reasonably 'human' around them - masking her unnaturally strong punches by using baseball bats for example, broken bones from a bat swing are a lot less unusual than from a casual backhand after all. Mostly taking it out on gangs also let her avoid unnecessary attention, police forces never really care when the victims of a brawl have comprehensive criminal records. Despite all the precaution, she has a few murder-stains on her slate, none of which can be connected to her directly though. Another feature she gained during her time at the wandering pack is the affection for her 'turf'. To this day, she considers the area she lives in as her property and takes the right to represent the law. In other words, to beat shady characters into a bloody pulp at will. This and her general fixation on human interaction (playing 'gang wars' with the lesser creatures and such) is usually met with disapproval from other wolves. It also gets her in trouble frequently as it draws attention of less benevolent wolf packs or hunters. Beyond her highly ranked position in human gang interactions, she's still a lowlife in werewolf society. Jesse is a coward that doesn't hesitate to switch to the winning side in times of conflict. She's the kind of person who instigates mutiny, stays out of the actual fight and then gangs up on the already defeated party. Though she has little more to offer than brute force in a combat scenario, she's by no means stupid and constantly tries to manipulate people around her for her own advantage.

After the downfall of the wandering pack, Jesse lived alone and on the streets for a while. She didn't really encourage the humans to, but a gang formed around her. Mostly just cowardish thugs who hid behind the seemingly insane but undefeatable woman, but Jesse never discouraged them either and enjoyed being admired for a change. It sure was a hell of a lot better than being on the receiving end all the time, she thought. Coincidentally, the area she poached in at the time was close to a resident pack that noticed her puppetry with the humans and approached her. In order to minimize the chaos Jesse could cause and driven by the omnipresent decline in birth rate, they negotiated her joining the pack. A crucial condition was that she would dissolve her gang and swear to never join or form one ever again. A condition that didn't exclude the option to wreak havoc on human lowlife every now and then.

Name: Thomas Young

Age: 21

Appearance:

There is a notable scar, that runs the length of his left arm, this is due to a hunt that almost took his life.

Human, werewolf, or hunter?:
Hunter

If hunter:
Both, explained in the background.

Background:
Growing up without a mother, he always questioned his father at why he never talked about her, only to be given a cold glare and ignored. Always perturbed by this, he grew to somewhat dislike his father, nevertheless he still depended on him, at the tender age of 15 his father started training him on the art of killing 'werewolves.' Believing werewolves to be a children's tale, he questioned his father, he finally caved and talked about his mother, through tears and snot, he explained at how his mother died being attacked by one of those things, it mauled and tore away at the mother, while claiming that it was grinning the whole time, the werewolf let the father live for some odd reason, left with the task of raising his 5 year old son, Thomas, to himself. Thus the father took the mantle of becoming a Hunter, with the sole vengeance of hunting that one 'fucking werewolf, with the scar beneath its left eye' Fully taken aback by this, he started to follow his fathers training more rigorously, and in time, be more proficient than his father.

His father disappeared one night, and Thomas knew why, one misstep with a werewolf encounter could very well end your life. Vengeance seeped into his very being, the same vengeance his father had. Weeks and weeks he had tried to look for this werewolf with the scar beneath his left eye, after months and even years of fruitless leads, he finally found 'it'. It appears that the werewolf would appear in this warehouse, the reason wasn't given to him as to why, but he didn't care he simply wanted revenge. Thomas set up traps in the area where the lead was found, from razor-sharp strings to silver-laced traps. He set up meat in order to try and lure the fucker into the trap. Everything was ready for this encounter.

Hours of waiting, the Werewolf finally showed up, enticed by the smell, Thomas made sure the fucker was the same one who killed both his parents, taking a quick glance over he saw the visible scar directly under the Left eye. Finally confirming this was 'the' werewolf. He set his plan in motion, after a few minutes he heard a trap go off, and quickly rushed to find that the trap has been set off, but there was nothing there. Wide eyed, he looked around and found nothing, suddenly a seeping pain entered his left shoulder and ran down to his hand. The werewolf has jumped up to one of the support beams right before the trap went off, searing in pain, he was thrown back to a pile of metal rods, and sat there, bleeding to death. The werewolf, smuggishly grinning, it then started to walk towards him, chest stuck out "Like father, like son." It uttered in a condescending tone. Suddenly, a bag of wolfsbane poured onto the werewolf, one of his contingency traps had activated. The werewolf screamed in pain and agony. Using the last of his strength, he grabbed a silver knife that his father had handed down to him, the night before he died, and slashed across it's neck. He slashed a few more times with the strength he had left, and finally it stopped struggling, it died with a groan.

Collapsing on the floor from succumbing to his injuries, he had finally finished the job that his father couldn't, content with dying there he gave himself a stupid smile, he closed his eyes.

Luckily, he was found by a hunter, who was tracking the same werewolf, and was saved by 'a hairs breadth'. He woke up in a Hospital, "Guess God has other things planned for me." he utters before collapsing again.