---

》B a s i c s

Full name:Lupin Jean Chevrolet
Age:122
Date of Birth:January 4th, 1896
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Langres, France
》A p p e a r a n c e
Height:170 cm
Weight:54kg
Hair Color: Graying, originally Black
Hair Length: Short and cropped
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Golden
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form: His Werewolf form shows the same graying fur as his normal self, otherwise nondescript.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Any pre-determined friends?: WIP
Siblings' Status: Dead
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:9 - Lupin is rather friendly...
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:1 - ...But his private life is another matter...

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Hearty Foods
✡ Fine Wine
✡ The Forests
✡ Good stories
✡ Farmers
✡ Discipline

Dislikes:
✡ War
✡ Might Makes Right
✡ Cruelty
✡ Deep Frying
✡ Silver Cutlery
✡ Pride

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting
✡ Cooking
✡ Reading
✡ Wood Carving
✡ Teaching

Skills:

✡ Iron Will - Come hell or thunder, he will not cower before anything, be artillery or monsters. Not even grievous wounds. His discipline is so intense he is capable of grabbing silver in his claws and shattering it (at the expense of burns). He also has good control of his wolf form, on par with a pureblood as a result.
✡ Marksmanship - After suffering on the receiving end of sniper warfare during his stint as soldier in WWI, Lupin has taken to himself to learn the deadly discipline of sniping to heart. It also offers the bonus of fresher and cleaner kills when hunting.
✡ Gourmet - Years of refining his taste and smell make him be able to discern the most subtle hints in food, which helps his cooking
✡ Military Training - He's an ex-soldier, baptised in fire, and he knows his craft well.
✡ Tracking - Years of hunting prey in the forest made him a superb tracker.

---

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Lupin is often a man of simple aspirations and goals, wreathed in world wisdom whom he is eager to share, and always willing to soothe the weary with his words and food. A stoic individual who aspires to be a man of Aristotelian virtue, he rarely chooses to take confrontation stances, and prefers to appease rather than fight. While many scoff this as sign of weakness, those who know Lupin better often tell that it's easy to confuse his restrain for cowardice. Those who are the closest to him have heard glimpses of his past life. A past matted with so much blood, violence and madness that drove the poor man sick of it all. His smile, in the end, betrays a deep sorrow at the blows received in life which he never quite recovered from.

His hobbies are fairly mundane and down to earth. Hunting and cooking, part of the cycle of living beings, are two things he likes to do and perform with care. Doing a sloppy work is a disservice to the lives sacrificed for nourishment. In a sense, he's quite cynical about the fact the world is full of killing, and it will never stop as long as people and supernatural creatures draw breath, but that doesn't mean one has to get drunk on it. Moderation is the key.

Rarely, someone who doesn't stop at the warnings he kindly dispatches, draws his ire. In those few instances he deems violent action to be a necessary deed, he's outright unrelenting, because if one has to do something that he doesn't like, better being so throughout it won't be needed twice.

》H i s t o r y

Lupin was born near a forested area of France. His family took the fact that there had been a wolf attack to livestock and his clear golden eyes as a sign to choose his name (for Lupin means "related to wolf"). While he experienced some amount of bullying due to some ill-fated naming, young Lupin had a relative normal childhood. He liked particularly going into the woods to think and find himself at peace.

The young boy grew into a young man of humble virtue, and as a teenager he had a sighting of a misterious red-haired waif in the forest, washing her face by a nearby stream. While the first encounter didn't last long, it had a lasting impact, and both teenagers eventually would meet in the same clearing to talk, chat and just in general laze and goof around. Her name was Claire, and she had a gentle demeanour, albeit a bit clueless about the whole world. Lupin found it all charming, that and her mystery. He never knew which family of the town she belonged to, but she was certainly eye-catching.

Yet the gears of the world do not stop. Days after he proposed to her with a bouquet of flowers from the forest, the duty of the country called. The War to end all Wars, they called it. He was drafted and shipped, and landed in a certain stretch of trenches which apparently was not that active at first... The name: Verdun.

Lupin's memories are a vague haze of the madness that followed. Constant fire, rains, wounds, disease. New and terrible weapons. Losing barely known faces to gunfire. Becoming wounded. Becoming maimed. All for a small muddy stretch of ruined soil. This... this was the madness of the world at its finest. Lupin braced himself, and with no small amount of luck, managed to outlive the offensive. It came at a terrible cost. He would never walk. One of his eyes would forever be clouded. His innards ruined, and his left arm crippled as well. More like a man, he was half of it.

But he yearned, he clung onto hope he'd see his sweet Claire once again. And so he did. Claire didn't look like she had aged much, but he looked a different person altogether. Broken in tears, Claire was aghast. How could anyone be so wickedly cruel, she did not understand.

"It's the way of the world. Nothing we can do about it." Lupin said, full of sadness. It was the last straw. Claire's will broke, and the truth gushed forth like a flood in between sobs. She confessed what she was in truth, and how she had missed him, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and gave him the curse, so he could walk and embrace her once more, consequences be damned.

He spent a fair amount of time bedridden, pain like fire searing his now regenerating parts. Eventually he managed to muster enough strength to walk. He was drawn by an unseen call to the forest. He understood this was probably his inner beast reacting to something. The alpha was calling, he surmised. And he'd answer.

What awaited him was the mangled corpse of his beloved, her face savaged beyond reason, and innards split open, while her dainty figure was nailed to a thick tree. Lupin roared and howled, unable to contain the grief and anger. A voice came from the forest.

"This was her punishment for breaking our oath of secrecy and turning a cripple into kin. What a disappointment of a daughter. But I will offer you a chance. Kneel and you will be spared." said the mysterious, bestial being.

"Never." Lupin was beyond reason, and even if the alpha's powerful mind and attraction tried to restrain his judgement, he managed to shrug it off.

"Then your life and that of your closest of kin will be forfeit." An eerie farewell followed. But deep in Lupin's mind, the fires of hatred and revenge burned bright. He reached his own home, and without any second to waste, he burnt his own hands by manipulating every single silverware he could find and turn it into silver weapons. Without saying a word, he weighted his weapons, and fortified his home against the entire pack of werewolves.

Entry points were trapped with wire. Stakes with silver tips were placed in booby traps. The keen senses of the werebeasts allowed them to overcome some, but as soon as they broke a door, Lupin's guns opened fire on the beasts, causing them swift death. In the end, only the Alpha remained, who launched a desperate attack at him, fueled by rage and pride.

But rage and pride did not stop a gun aimed at his face. Lupin was swift, he was brutal, and he was throughout. His relation with the creatures exposed, he packed up and migrated to a new place, in order to quell the ghosts of his mind. Only the forests and cooking seemed to soothe his scarred mind, so he settled to create a restaurant. Little by little life came back into his soul, and he relocated with his new food processing skills to Ember Grove, where he hoped to create a small refuge against the madness of the world.

A refuge known as Clair de Lune, paying an homage to the one woman he truly loved in his life.



"It's a tough and mad world. We gotta keep our heads cool and above the madness, don't you think?"

---

》P a c k
None currently.

》P u r e b l o o d?
He is an Omega, although he has resisted the allure of at least one Alpha and killed him.

The Sinclaire Clan was founded by Catherine Sinclaire and her sister Isabella following the end of the hundred years' war in France. Catherine saw great opportunity to exploit the existing criminal elements of humanity to further her personal goals while also providing security and sustenance for her followers. Like many of the empires of Europe, the Sinclaire clan found the continent of Africa ripe for the taking. Sinclaire slave ships abducted countless natives from their lands to feed their ever growing numbers. As time went on, the Sinclaire went on to provide this service for other clans as well. Human trafficking was not the only enterprise the Sinclaire clan had its hands in. As time went on, the Sinclaire clan engaged in drug trafficking, prostitution, assassinations, theft, and eventually cyber-crimes. Each expansion of their criminal enterprise gave them another tool in which to control and manipulate the humans from which they fed.

A large, unknown Chateau in the countryside of France stands as the symbolic headquarters of the Sinclaire Clan. The actual headquarters is situated deep under the grounds in a series of tunnels and large rooms with enough protection to shield the inhabitants from several nuclear explosions. Beyond a small number of vampire and human servants, the majority of the Sinclaire clan are scattered across the world working in small cells to control their vast criminal empire, simply named the Sinclaire Foundation. Meticulous steps and strict rules are in place to prevent mortals from discovering the connection between the criminal empire and its association with vampires. Trust is thus rarely given and loyalty is seen as the most crucial attribute for a Sinclaire. Each member must be willing and ready to end their own lives if it threatens the clan. Its actual members include a little over 3,200 vampires with a large number of human thralls and lackeys. Humans who show their loyalty through decades of service are given the option to become vampires themselves.

There is no better intelligence agency in the world than the Sinclaire Foundation. They possess archives of information about countries, people, and organizations around the world that may prove a threat to them, including those that are supernatural. This information is most often used against humans to blackmail them into doing what the clans want, or carefully manipulating events from the shadows in their benefit. Within the Sinclaire clan exist a group of vampire assassins that serve to abduct or execute persons of interest or value to the Sinclaire clan. These warriors are hand-picked by Catherine and trained against her personally to ensure their effectiveness. For the Sinclaire clan, the ends justify the means.
Control humans and their governments through criminal enterprises. Establish a legal market where humans can sell their blood to vampires.

---

》B a s i c s

Full name: Felix Belleville
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 18/08/92
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: London, UK

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’ 1 1/2”.
Weight: 15 stone.
Hair Color: Brunette.
Hair Length: Short.
Skin Color: Caucasian.
Eye Color: Green/grey.
Tattoos, Piercings, etc. e.g., skin markings: The Belleville mark




》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbc
Siblings' Status: Only child.
Parents' Status: Deceased.
Pets: Like all Belleville, Felix has a matagot called Reine.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Nature and the outdoors
✡ Swimming
✡ Books
✡ Chick-flicks
✡ Cats
✡ Chocolate
✡ A drink… or two… fine! A few.
✡ Adventure and exploration
Dislikes:✡ The cold
✡ Politics (both human and supernatural)
✡ Hunters
✡ Private collectors
✡ Ember Grove...
Hobbies:✡ Swimming
✡ Travelling
✡ Reading
✡ Gardening
✡ Baking
Skills:
✡ Green Fingered - Felix has a way with plants and has always outperformed his peers at plant-based spells.
✡ Hereditary Healing - The Lessoins bloodline is a lesser branch of the Éclairé family tree and descends mostly from European kitchen witches and folk healers.
✡ A Way with Wards - The Lessoins line strategically intermarried with the Boucliers, powerful ward warlocks to become the Belleville family. Their combined talents of healing and shielding made the family, the traditional guardians of the Éclairé estate.

---

》P e r s o n a l i t y
A loved and happy-go-lucky child, Felix has changed in recent months. His upbringing lead to a worldly curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. He was a confident but polite boy able to charm many and older witch with a smile and dimples. His education in England also provided a chance for him to let go and experience getting lost in the Scottish Highlands, finding many underground London bars and waking up in the bed of many a random guy.

This more carefree side became a persona Felix loved and led to his current situation. However, the darkness from his parents’ deaths and the unsaid implications grip his gut and lurk in the shadows of his mind. The trusting open book from before has gone and the quest to discover the truth behind his coven is consuming. He’s no longer the happy carefree Felix inside, but you’d never notice because, whilst never the best at illusion spells, he never lets his facade down.

》H i s t o r y
Born to Marie and Christopher Belleville, Felix was sent to Europe at an early age as tradition dictated. He was sent to England, as his father was, learning many hedge witch magicks and gaining real insight into inter-coven politics. As a Belleville he was expected to study finance or biochemistry to ultimately work home in Baton Rouge and protect the archives, but Felix had other ideas after travelling all around the UK. Studying anthropology and geography m to feed his passion for travel, he had his heart set on becoming a seeker, not an archivist. What could be better than travelling the world in search of knowledge?

Coming out as gay was never an issue in the witch community but against his mother’s wishes, Felix began a tour of Europe post-university. The rift was only healed when his father brokered an agreement that Felix could start seeking if only he returned to England to complete his teacher training to give him a profession he could travel with. Felix did so with enthusiasm and has relished the last 5 years travelling the globe and assisting his mother and father with their own pet projects as well as his own seeking. Yet that all came to a halt 6 months ago.

Both planes carrying his parents on their way to visit him disappeared into the ocean. This caused Felix to breakdown and retreat into his family home back in BR. It was there, sorting through his parents’ extensive collection that he discovered the truth behind his mother’s research. Certain elements within the coven had been using her research into combining biothaumaturgy and modern science to experiment in creating chimera and homunculi. Appalled at the revelation, his parents were on their way to Switzerland to petition the All Mother, when the tragedy struck. Felix’s initial suspicion had been directed at either vampires, werewolves or more likely hunters, but suddenly he found himself no longer able to trust his own coven.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when he was ‘promoted’ to lead his own archivist mission to chronicle the history of an unknown town in Carolina. So now he finds himself as a High School geography teacher and secret warlock in Ember Grove.

---

Leader: Madame Charbonneau, High Witch and Matriarch of Le Coven Éclairé

How radical 1 to 10: 1

History: Originally from Western Europe, the Enlightened Coven have always been at odds with other covens for their progressive approach to survival. With a matrilineal ability of clairvoyance As with many other covens, the extended Éclairé family had an extended network across the known ‘Western World’ from the 14th Century onwards, however, rather than adopt secrecy and seclusion, they used their estate and position to hide in plain sight. From Japan to India, Siberia to the Congo, Scandinavia to the Middle East the family used crusades, colonialism and exploration to their advantage in their endless thirst for knowledge to create an enviable collection of magicks that soon became host to other travelling witches and warlocks.

They then embraced their namesake, riding the waves of the Age Enlightenment with a view of progress. However, the tide of politics was against them and whilst many covens fell under the radar of revolution, their’s did not. Few of the Éclairés or their library and collection survived by the turn of the 19th Century. Yet one arm of the family existed having settled in La Nouvelle-Orléans to manage the coven’s interest in the New World.

The family continued their work into collating magickal knowledge from around the New World but also had the new missions of ensuring the continuation of their coven and restoration of their lost archives. Under a variety of new surnames, the family survived their second revolution, secretly supported the underground railroad and moved to Baton Rouge when it became state capital to escape the sinful association of New Orleans. Their clairvoyance, although now rarer, helped throughout the centuries in continuing to build wealth and safe houses across the globe.

Now in the 21st Century, they have a strong presence across the southern states, the Caribbean and Eastern Canada. Whilst not one of the oldest, largest, most influential or powerful covens, Le Coven Éclairé is respected by many of their peers due to their extensive knowledge, record keeping and re-established archive. The family send their young witches and warlocks to grow up and study in Europe, fostering them with other covens in return for access to their archives and magicks.

Much of the coven now consists of qualified academics completely ingratiated into human life, enabling them to travel the globe unquestioned and provide access to otherwise hidden, forbidden or restricted collections in their continued search for both new and old magicks. Whilst ambitious for knowledge the coven has very strict regulations on experimental and dark magicks with a zero-tolerance ex-communication stance for any studies unsanctioned by the matriarchy.

》Goals: Continue to further the secure archiving of magickal knowledge to avoid their history repeating itself.

---

》B a s i c s

Full name: Liam Donovan
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 12/13/1986
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Las Vegas

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’2
Weight: 185lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length:Short
Skin Color: Light tan
Eye Color: Light brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
left sleeve
right sleeve
back right shoulder
Detail your werewolf form: In his werewolf form Liam stands just under 7', with bright red eyes, a large muscular build, and teeth and claws sharper than any knife.

---

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Older Brother, deceased
Parents' Status: Mother, dead. Never met his father.
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Bourbon, well just about any alcohol really but bourbons always been a favorite
✡ Thrill seeking, anything to give him that surge of adrenalin, barroom brawls, ridiculously spicy food, crazy roller coasters, gambling, and most of all…
✡ Motorcycles, his baby and one true love is his bike and the freedom of an open rode
✡ The great outdoors, a love of just about any outdoor activity, hiking, camping, kayaking, hunting, running free as werewolf under the moonlight
✡ Adventure, seeing new places, trying new things, meeting new people

Dislikes:
✡ Confinement
✡ Vampires, scum of the earth
✡ Cats, and they hate him too
✡ Boredom and Stagnation
✡ Being alone

Fears:
✡ Death by silver
✡ Failing the pack
✡ Loss of freedom

Skills:
✡ Werewolf, as an Alpha wolf he is strong, fast, and maintains a heightened sense of smell and awareness even in his human form. In his werewolf form these strengths are only intensified.
✡ Good at fixing things, has worked on and off throughout his life as a mechanic
✡ Combat training, some from his time in the army and a great deal more on the streets

---

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Liam has always had a hunger for adventure, having grown up moving around so often he now gets anxious when he’s been in one place for too long. One thing Liam hates, almost as much as vampires, is boredom. He has always been a thrill seeker looking for a rush of adrenalin and has very little patience for anything that’s not immediately exciting or fun. He’s got a quick temper, and enjoys a good brawl, but if the argument isn’t all that serious once he’s had a good fight, he tends to get over things pretty quickly but for more serious slights he can hold a grudge for eternity. He’s loud, confident, and friendly towards most. While he sees werewolves as far superior to humans, he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards them, most of them are quite fun to be around after all.

Becoming a werewolf and then an Alpha changed him considerably, for most of his life he’d only had to worry about himself but Liam has grown to become much more selfless. He has never questioned his loyalty to pack and fellow wolf, they immediately became more of a family to him than he’d ever had before. To those who have his loyalty and respect he would go to hell and back for, but should anyone break that trust they would likely never regain it. To those on his good side he is warm and friendly, and this demeanor carries over to most strangers as well. Those that cross him, however, are subjected to the rage and brutality of the beast within. Liam is ruthless towards his enemies especially those who threaten his pack. Mercy is not something one can show in times of war, and with werewolf existence threatened on so many fronts they are all in a constant war just to survive. Liam never sought out leadership, being an Alpha was something that was thrust upon him, but it is a responsibility he accepted, and the one thing he takes absolutely seriously. He carries the burden of every death within his pack, every loss is like the loss of a brother or sister.

Although Liam is a prideful man, when it comes to pack matters he will always listen to any input the others provide. He doesn’t believe in forcing another to his will but those who abandon the pack are not welcomed back. He believes in hard work, training, and values strength in himself and those around him but balances this with blowing off steam whenever possible. While he wants his pack strong, he also wants them happy, morale is just as important as training. Liam looks at the world with a sense of extreme optimism, believing that with enough good wolves at his side they can accomplish anything.

》H i s t o r y

Liam was born in the city of sin, Las Vegas, the second son to poor working mother with a father who was never in the picture. Young Liam never had a chance to really indulge in the city’s vices though, as at the age of seven his mother died of an overdose and he had his older brother were sent to live with his mother’s brother in Alaska. His uncle raised and trained sled dogs and he and Jack, his older brother by three years, had a great time exploring the forests and getting into to trouble. After about five years his uncle decided raising kids wasn’t really his thing and the two boys bounced around through the various homes of relatives that would have them until eventually, they ran out of those and ended up in foster care. Liam and Jack moved around too much to really have close friends in the various homes, so most of the time all they really had was each other. The constant changing of schools made it difficult to do well so more often than not they skipped out on going and instead entertained themselves by getting into trouble.

As a teenager Liam struggled to do well enough in school to able to graduate, not wanting to end up stuck in a life he hated, which is how he saw many of the adults around him. Jack on the other hand gave up on trying, falling into a local street gang and eventually drifting away from Liam once Jack was old enough to drop out of high school. Only a few days before his seventeenth birthday his brother died of an overdose, although in all truth Liam felt that he had lost Jack long before that. Eventually, he just barely managed to do well enough to graduate, a task that was difficult not because he lacked smarts but due to the constant shifting from school to school.

After high school Liam enlisted in the army, mostly out of boredom and a need for a change of scenery. He knew college wasn’t for him; he barely managed to graduate high school and certainly didn’t have the money nor the desire for any higher education. After four years though he was done, he quickly figured out army life wasn’t for him either, too much structure, too many rules. His time there though, was valuable, he was no longer a scrawny teen but a muscular young man and with several new skills. Ultimately, while it was exciting at times, he didn’t find whatever he was looking for in the army. From there he bounced around from city to city, until he found himself at a biker bar in Chicago. Here he stuck around for a while, bought himself a Harley and started prospecting to join the club. He liked the bikes and the illegal activity brought some needed excitement into his life.

Liam was on a long ride with the club on a poorly lit road that twisted through the woods one night when out of what seemed like nowhere one of the other guys was thrown off his bike. The funny thing was there had been nothing in the road for the guy to hit, something had sped through the woods and knocked the guy off. Something they couldn’t make out in the darkness dragged the guy screaming into the woods. Liam and the others had stopped, guns went off, and amongst the gunfire and the screams he had no idea what was going on. Then, something bit him. He could feel huge teeth digging into his skin and he tried to fight back ripping handfuls of fur from the creature before being thrown into the woods.

He woke up weak, in pain, and covered in blood. Liam found just enough strength to stagger through the woods until he found a stream but lost consciousness again before he could even drink from it. For the next five days he fell in and out of consciousness, occasionally drinking from the stream to keep himself alive. On the rare moment where he awoke lucid enough to think he couldn’t gain bearings enough to find the road. Everything hurt, he could barely stand and even if he could figure out which direction to go he doubted he could walk it. Every time he passed out he doubted he would wake back up again. Then one night he awoke to pain worse than he’d ever felt, his entire body contorted in ways he didn’t even know were possible. He screamed as he looked up at moon and to his complete horror his scream turned into a howl. He remembers the change, what it felt like, seeing himself reflected in the stream mid transformation and the unnatural hunger that sized control of him.

Liam doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that he woke up again covered in blood, but this time it was not his own. He quickly realized he was not alone in the woods. Faces he had never seen but that were, somehow, familiar to him watched. They offered him new clothes, to replace the ones lost in transformation, and water both to drink and to wash the blood from himself. His injuries from the attack he’d been though days ago were now gone, and he felt stronger and better than he’d ever felt. Liam didn’t question any of it; somehow it all felt right. Once he had dressed, their leader emerged, a man to whom he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty despite the fact that he too was a stranger. Then Liam learned what had happened, he had been bitten by a werewolf. The pack had bitten all of the men he’d been riding with, but the other four had died, and Liam had been called by the moon to the Alpha who bit him. Within the pack he found what he had been looking for, he found where he belonged.

Liam welcomed the change, being a werewolf had made him stronger, better, and the pack became the family he never had. The pack welcomed him as well, he was a wolf now, he had been strong enough to survive and so they welcomed his addition. He stayed with this pack for the next five years, the longest home he’d ever really had, and loved every member of the pack as if they were his own blood. They trained him, taught him to control his wolf and of the dangers of their enemies; hunters, witches, and the most hated of all, vampires. Although he’d never met a vampire upon learning of their existence it was like something in him instinctively hated them. His instincts proved to be right because it was vampires that slaughtered his pack.

One dark night, as his pack gathered in the woods for a bonfire, the Alpha was shot, and fatally wounded. Gunfire shattered the usual peace of the forest, and several others were shot with silver bullets mid transformation. Chaos broke out as werewolf and vampire fought to the death. In the end three wolves were left standing, while their Alpha lay clinging desperately to life, refusing to allow himself to be killed by vampires. The Alpha made one final request of Liam, to kill him, to take up the mantle of Alpha in his place, and to not let those who survived be left without a pack. Liam carried out this final request, killing his Alpha with his own claws, and the second his eyes glowed red he felt an incredible weight transferred to his shoulders. Liam then took his oath one step further, seeking out other wolves left without pack by vampires, recruiting them and giving them a new sense of community within his own pack.

Slowly their numbers grew, and his first attack was planned. They went after the clan who had attacked his pack, ruthlessly killing every vampire involved with that clan. Although it was technically a success, many wolves lost their lives in the poorly planed attack. Liam found leadership difficult, he had never been a strategist, and although every wolf in his pack was willing to die for their cause, he felt the weight of every life lost under his command. They pressed on, replenishing numbers and expanding their cause to include those who sought vengeance against hunters and witches. His pack waged war on every enemy to werewolves, and expanded further to include humans seeking revenge against a shared enemy. He vetted those who wanted the strength to take on vampires, and those he deemed brave and loyal were bitten and welcomed into the pack, if they had the strength to survive the bite. Liam and his pack live as nomads, traveling through cities and towns seeking out their enemies.

---

》P a c k
Alpha of Vagus Lupi

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago.