"We will hide no more, if we find wolves we will aid them in keeping them free. Those that are within the Facility will be our next task. We won't be enslaved anymore. If the Humans want a fight, we'll give them one hell of a battle."

Name: Tyra Hallowell
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:




Personality: Tyra has a temper on her, she's normally quiet but isn't afraid to speak her mind when it counts, she's also caring, kind and goofy at times. She helps everyone within her Pack, even though she's the Alpha she still loves to help her Betas and pups when she can, she has a childlike side to her that only her family ever get a chance to see. She places a mask on when she's forced to go into the public. When she's out she offers short, clipped sentences and an emotionless expression fitted on her pale face, she'd rather spend time with her family. She used to have a cousin she looked up to, until she found out he'd been captured, she works hard to find him.

History: Tyra was always one who could be found on the study of her childhood home, books piled around her and a pencil between her lips, or over with her cousin Cain at his house when she was allowed to go. She was never one to start interaction with others, preferring her silence instead. When her fifteenth birthday came around her family were already beginning to pack their belongings, Tyra found out the next day after finding only her Grandmother instead of her aunts, cousins and uncles, in the dining room eating alone. They'd left however not before telling her Grandmother that they'd be in touch and to take care of one another.

It was three years later when things went to hell, she'd been out running when she sensed something was wrong, she ran home and found no one inside. The scents of Humans filled the air and Tyra paused before she left to head back into the forest.

It was the news channel, it was repeating the old story of the young pup that had lost control, however something seemed off. The camera shifted to show a building, arms guards standing outside the front doors as black and gray SUV's pulled up to the front and opened their back doors.

Hunting day has started. Werewolf Packs are to give themselves up peacefully. We wish no harm.

Tyra had bolted and left her childhood home behind, her Grandmother no longer there to keep her company, she only reached the boarder of her home before the pain hit. Her vision blurred as her shift took over. She could feel it even before she blacked out, she had been granted the Alpha title...her Grandmother had it...she whined softly before darkness took her. She's been Alpha for nine years now.

Rank within the Pack: Alpha Female

Pups: 2 little girls, ages 3 and 5

Relationships: Besides her husband and children and her cousin.

Name: Angelo Ortega

Age: 20

Gender: Male

ex-Pack name: the black fangs

ex-Position: Alpha

Human appearance:

Wolf appearance:
ex-territory(where the Pack originally lived): Florida

Personality(before and after capture): Before the capture Angelo was fun loving and care free despite being the Alpha he was a kind person and understanding He made sure that his pack never attacked the humans and to enjoy sea food since their was plenty of it along with farms to eat live stock. After the Capture however Angelo turned dark and hate filled they took away his mate from him and she was pregnant as well Every few days despite being drugged with wolfsbane Angelo would bang and charge at his cell trying to break through even though he know he wont because he needs to find his pack and get them out of here, he even howls hoping they will hear him...

History: Born originally in San Juan he was a Hispanic until he moved to Florida it was their that he discovered his transformation and since then every night he would go out and find a pack to make his own but he didn't do that until high school when he formed the pack and they looked out for each other on a day to day basis They always went out every night to get their love for the hunt out and take on whatever animal they could find. After the event that caused the president to call for all hunters he did his best to hide the pack but eventually they were found out and his high school sweetheart who was also his mate was taken from him.

"I feel indifferent about all that is going on. Not because I favor or disfavor a specific side, but rather because I want things to return to a normal standing."
Name: Daniel Norwake.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: A male of fairly below averaged stature, one that is certainly not fit for any large standing roles among the pack, but he seems to prefer it this way...yet he does hope and is rather earnest that he does get a little bit bigger. Being 5'7 and weighing just over 120 lbs is not exactly ideal. He possesses short cut black hair, with despite his his below average height and weight, he is equipped with a decent stature and build. As a wolf, similarities of his human appearance do care over, as to most he is fairly small, but makes it for his less than average size and strength with notable agility, finesse, and speed. His shade of fur is a middle of the ground grey, with streaks of black here and there. Nothing special.

Personality: Someone that cares less for the disturbance between humans and werewolves, and as such will try his best to not be involved. He prefers to not get involved in any sort of conflict. Some would call his actions "weak" or maybe even say that he's "running away" from problems, refusing to face the day in stride. His philosophy however, is that problems need not to be escalated. Because of this, he feels remorse for both sides, the werewolves are being persecuted due to actions from a small few, and humans who will obviously face direct action from his current pack. The ordeal is too much for him, and unfortunately it seems that he'll be forced to get involve. All in all, he'll have be looking out for himself, within the safety of others during this ordeal.

History: Not much history to share as he was not personally affected by the transpiring events, or lived not much of a life before hand. The most notable parts of his life is more so the hole that he dug for himself during the events. As tensions began growing, Daniel seemed to...recede away from it all. Not really "going into a shell" but more so pulling away from the pack, and thus because of this, he quickly fell through the social ranks, being a low tier beta, to the lowest of the low: Omega...to the eyes of some. That is not really something he cares for at the moment, as far more important things shall come.

Rank within the Pack: Omega

Pups: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sorry if my sheet is a tad meh. ;-;

"My sister is the only person I have left, I will find her and rescue her even if it means my own life!"

Name: Caroline "Carol" Stark

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance:




Personality: Before losing her pack to the humans, Caroline was as friendly to all of the members of her pack and her family she is the closest to. Pack is normally family, that'd what I'd like to have for them until Hunting day takes place) She was very loving and caring and helped out when they needed, but it all changed five years ago when her pack was attacked and captured, those who resisted were killed while the others ended up getting captured. Being the sole survivor of her pack she has since then been mostly sheltered and sometimes very cold hearted to others, and tends to be a very loose canon now, Caroline despises humans now but she still knows that if she ever reveals herself she would end up being captured, so she avoids them at all costs.

History: Caroline was originally born in a very small mountain town in Pennsylvania to the leaders of the Red Lake wolf pack. Both of her parents were very kind and growing up the Red Lake wolf pack was known to be rather peaceful but only attacked when provoked into fighting. Caroline was the very loving and caring type and she was the closest to her younger sister Riley, the two of them were inseparable, and were always seen to be hunting with each other. When the incident finally happened and the hunters invaded their town a lot of the Red Lake pack members went to defend their home.

But they were eventually overrun and were forced to surrender, their parents ordered both Riley and Caroline to flee which they both did. As they fled into the woods Riley's foot was caught in a bear trap. Caroline tried her best to save her sister, before Riley finally told Caroline to run away, eventually Caroline started to run away looking over at her sister one last time as the hunters ended up capturing her. Since that day Caroline vowed to find her sister once more, Caroline eventually met up with another pack since then she has been in hiding still hoping one day to be reunited with her sister.

Rank Within the Pack: Beta

Pups: None

Relationships: Riley Stark Sister: (Currently Captured)

Name: Riley Stark

Age: 18

Appearance:




Gender: Female

Ex-Pack Name: Red Lake

Ex-Position: Pup

Ex-Territory: Western Pennsylvania

Personality: Before her capture Riley was a very energetic, very loving and carefree spirit, she was young but very smart and sometimes mischievous to those around her. Then when she was captured and forced to endure very painful and sometimes humiliating experiments performed by the scientists, Riley is now very fearful of her current handlers and wont even fight against them hoping that they would stop with the experiments.

History: Riley was born to the pack leaders being the youngest she was closest to her older sister Caroline, growing up Riley was always the mischievous pup and would occasionally pull a prank on a few of the other members of the Red Lake Pack. As she grew older Riley became a rather good hunter for the pack under the guidance of her older sister. Then when the hunting of the packs started Riley and her sister witnessed members of their pack either being slaughtered for resisting, or getting captured by the hunters. When their parents ordered them to flee they did.

As they fled into the woods, Riley caught her leg in a bear trap doing what she could she tried to free herself. But when Riley started to hear the hunters getting closer Riley told her sister to make a run for it, when Caroline reluctantly agreed to flee the hunters finally caught Riley and forced into a van bound to the facility in LA. Being separated from her parents it was the last time she saw any members of her family and other pack members. During the passing years Riley was subjected to intense experiments anything from shock therapy to surgery.

Name: Alekaiser Trentworth

Age: 30

Appearance:



Gender: Male

ex-Pack name:The Silver Claws Pack

ex-Position: Beta

ex-territory: Northern Montana

Personality: Before his capture, Alekaiser was a loyal member of his pack, making sure that if the alpha wasn't around that the others in the pack remembered the rules and stayed out of trouble. He aided in the teaching of the younger generation that were new to the pack helping them learn what they were and not to fear the change. A serious yet caring second in command, he would do anything to protect his pack even if it meant giving his life.

Unfortunately his life was never taken and he and those that survived, were placed in shackles and now are locked up. Now Alekaiser has become feral, only a heart of iron remains and the caring soft side seems to ebb away every passing day. He is a trouble maker for the humans, trying to start trouble though it rarely seems to get him anywhere. The wolf wants to harm their captors watch the life bleed out of them, yet the little humanity that clings in him just wants to be free again and live in peace.

History: He was born into the Silver Claw Pack of Norther Montana. The pack itself was a decent sized pack managing to create their own little settlement just a few miles east of Glacier National Park. His rank of beta was through birth right but even if the rank was going to be handed to him, he had to show that he deserved it or else let another stronger wolf have it to which he took the challenge and proved his worth as beta when it came time. Being as isolated as the pack was there was minimal contact with outsiders, though they welcomed travelers who did stop by, be them wandering wolves or regular people unaware of what they were at the time. This isolation made it simple to not bring attention to themselves, with no need to steal livestock to feed the pack when they went out to hunt. Even after the truth was shown to the world they were in mostly safe isolation, perhaps this is why the pack fell so swiftly, they never expected such a quick action from the humans and now all that remains of the settlement built by the decent size pack is a desolate ghost town.

We were called the Rangers before they killed them and left me alone to escape their grasp and wander until they found me again. I can remember hunting in the Rockie Mountains; we moved all through Montana and Wyoming, Colorado and even up into British Columbia. It was all ours and it was rare that we would run into another pack. At times we would meet up with the Silver Claws when we were in Montana for a time; there was a man older than me though I never really got to know many of them. I wish I had now; I might have been able to find them and get away before they found me and took me away from the resting place of my pack. I was a Delta in my pack and content with it; I wasn’t too high or too low and never went ignored or unappreciated. I was nineteen when they took me; it’s been three years since they told me when I asked; that makes me twenty-two.

I tried my best when they came for us; I fought with a savagery I wasn’t even sure I had been capable of them. I was always kind to the pups, making sure their mother and they were fed before I hunted for myself. I was open and others said I was cute and innocent though I fear that that may all be gone now. I haven’t felt anything for months; not a sliver of hope or anger. Sometimes I black out and the doctors tell me I went berserk the next day; I find wounds that only I or another wolf could have inflicted though I’ve never seen another wolf here close enough to be able to touch. They’re beyond the glass. I see their anger and despair though I feel nothing anymore. I fear that if someone were to come to rescue me now that I would be nothing but a husk of what I was. I suppose fear may not be the correct word.

I was born deep in the mountains, away from human society – or rather, I was pupped; my mother was the wolf when my siblings and I were born though I was the only one who survived the pupping and learned to shift to the human child I was supposed to be. We survived, taken care of by her mate – the alpha male – and others of the pack until she was well enough to hunt again and I was old enough to begin learning. They took me down into Montana, toward the human cities were I learned to blend in while at the same time learning to be the wolf I was meant to be. It was a long lesson; one that couldn’t save me from them because they knew my weaknesses. I met the Silver Claw’s several times while we were in Montana, I made friends with one of the boys around my age but we left and I don’t think I ever saw him again – if I did I didn’t recognize him, not his scent or his appearance. The hunters came while we were close to town in Colorado, gathering supplies; they weren’t supposed to be that close and I tried my hardest to save those I can. I killed more than I thought I should ever had to, and it was all in the name of protecting them. Then I got shot and they thought I was dead; they left me there among the bodies of my friends and family – my pack and I was done. I would have died, but a man saved my life and let me mourn. With a vengeance I hunted hunters until I was finally captured and brought to the laboratory. You know the rest after that.

"Family is something worth protecting, I'd proudly and happily give my life if it would help keep them safe and free"

Name: Cain Emerson

Age: 29

Appearance:



Gender:Male

ex-Pack name: Hallow Pack

ex-Position: Beta

ex-territory(where the Pack originally lived): Orlando Florida

Personality(before and after capture): He adored his cousin Tyra and eagerly awaited her visits to the house. Cain had a mischievous side to him and along with Tyra they used to play pranks on the pack, he never laughed as much with anyone as much as with her. However after his capture, Cain become cold, emotionless, so he didn't break like the other wolves around him. His eyes lost their bright shine and dulled over time, his only happy moment is when he can see his son and spend time with him, however short the time is.

History: Cain has always been the quiet one, the one who preferred to be out in the woods instead of with the rest of his family. The day his parents left along with the rest of his family, his mother took him aside and told him that he would be headed to his cousin's house, he made it there within four hours by foot and instantly knew something was wrong. Lifting her unconcious form and taking her inside the home he knew immediately what happpened, Hunters helped had been here. When she awoke later that afternoon, both began to search for clues, Tyra having filled him in on where the rest of the family was and why she was outside, finding books in the Study about Alphas and learning the ups and downs distracted them from the truth for a bit. Months later he found Diana and instantly fell in love, nine months later, a newborn baby was found on their doorstep, Tyra being the one to find him. She scolded him softly but seriously as the cub slept in her arms, he shouldn't of been with a Human, he knew that but...he'd thought she was his Mate. Allowing his Alpha to cuff him on the side of the head, Cain was happy when instantly she hamded his son over, instantly bonding with the cub. They'd been together for 6 years before during a hunt, Hunters managed to capture them.



"I don't know my mom but that's okay, 'cause I know my family and they promised they'd protect me. I'll be a good boy and wait until Auntie amd Uncle and the others come to get me and Daddy."

Name: Marcus Emerson

Age: 5

Appearance: (eyes match Cain's color)



Gender: Male

Ex-pack name: Hallow Pack

Ex-position: Pup

Personality: Marcus loved to be around his family and read. He always had a smile and a contagious laugh that could have anyone joining in. He loved playing pranks and had an endless amount of energy. Now he no longer smiles, his eyes dull and movement lethargic, he didn't move from the corner of his cell, his laughter changes for soft snarls that would echo slightly. The only happy moments he has is when he can see his dad, he misses his aunt.

History:N/A

“Why the hell am I here? ‘Cause I don’t want this crap spreading to the UK and I've got family locked up too. You got a problem with that?”

Name: Louise Slater

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Personality: Louise is sometimes perceived as sullen and reserved by strangers, but this is simply because she takes a while to warm to people and doesn’t give much of herself away until she feels she can trust them – if she ever does. She’s stubborn and assertive, sometimes bordering on impatient, and will always push for people to do what she perceives as ‘the right thing’. She’s fiercely loyal to her friends (read: pack) and can be protective of the younger and weaker weres, particularly cubs. Sometimes feels the need to prove herself, which may lead her to take stupid risks. Has a rather dry, leftfield sense of humour and can be bitingly sarcastic. She considers disloyalty to be the worse failing among others, and any were who turns traitor against their own kind will receive short shrift from her.

History: Louise was born in London (and has a very distinctive accent), and has lived there all her life. Her father was a beta, and it was assumed his daughter (and only child) would follow him into this position when the time came. As London is such a congested, built up area, the pack kept their hunting and non-human activities to a minimum to avoid the risk of discovery. Louise enjoyed the family holidays to North Yorkshire and Dartmoor – both places with wide open moors where she could transform and run for hours in her wolf form with no fear of being found. After finishing her schooling she decided to visit her distant family in America on a gap year. She envied them their wide open spaces and freedom to run. As a visitor to the States, her details as a werewolf were never handed in to the authorities and so when the hunters came for her family she managed to escape, those years of hiding in a crowded space coming in useful to avoid the humans after her. She managed to get a message to her pack back home, and received their approval to stay on and help the remaining free weres save their kin.

Rank within Pack: Beta originally; maybe Omega now?

Pups: None

Relationship: None