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Name: Anthony Beck
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Werewolf trafficker and resident psychopath

Personality: Evil. Anthony is the definition of evil, with precisely zero redeeming qualities. He's a sadistic, black hearted, empathy lacking psychopath. Anthony checks off all the boxes: He's smart, cunning, manipulative, and, when it suits him, surprisingly charismatic. Once he's sunk his sharp little claws into a target, he doesn't let go. He's motivated by power, money, and his own personal joy, derived from inflicting pain and suffering on others.

Appearance: Tall, dark, and handsome. What Anthony lacks in humanity he makes up for in looks. He's tall and muscular with a medium tan complexion and dark hair. His eyes are, fittingly, black and cold. Anthony has several scars from previous conflicts, but he thinks it just adds to the whole "rugged" look he's clearly going for.

Other: Anthony possesses many skills, and almost all of them pertain to inflicting harm. He's a skilled fighter, hand to hand and armed. He knows his way around a gun, and has a penchant for knives.

History: Anthony was what one could call a "trouble child". He was born into a loving family with two sisters, happy parents, and a family dog. But he was different. From the beginning, it was clear there was something wrong.

It started when the family dog began limping. After a vet visit, it was discovered that the dog had somehow broken it's hind leg. It could have been an accident, but it kept happening. To different legs. Soon, the stray cats around the neighborhood slowly began to go missing. As Anthony grew, his family became increasingly wary of him. Rumor had it that they all slept with their bedroom doors locked. But the bedroom doors couldn't stop the house fire.

The first time the house burned down could have been an accident. The second house was definitely intentional. Anthony was the only survivor, which was certainly suspicious. But, seeing as they lived in a small, blink and you miss it town, the investigation wasn't exactly thorough. After all, who could blame the cute, innocent little boy?

Anthony was placed in foster care, where he proceeded to terrorize his foster siblings until he eventually aged out. At 18, he joined the military. Naturally, he exceeded in combat. He didn't mind taking orders, as long as he agreed with them. His attitude, manipulation, and talent for inflicting pain eventually got him a promotion as a professional "interrogator". And, to the surprise of no one, he was very good at it.

But, after a few years, the game grew stale. Maybe there was too much red tape, maybe they wouldn't let him go far enough to suit him, maybe he just wanted a change in scenery. For whatever reason, Anthony retired from the military and picked up on an occupation he'd heard about in passing: freelance supernatural hunter. It sounded ridiculous. But, once he found the right organization, he fell right in. And by 'right', I mean the seediest, darkest one available.

Werewolf fighting has been rising as an underground spectator sport for years. But the wolves only last so long before they can no longer fight, and have to be replaced. That became Anthony's job. He hunts down werewolves, brings them in alive, and sells them to his bosses for a lot of money. He dabbles in vampire hunting as well, but they're mostly only good dead for black market chop shops.

Ever since picking up his new career, Anthony has been happy as a clam.

Theme: Natural - Imagine Dragons

Name: Jude Vanderbilt
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Alpha

Personality: Jude is aloof, reserved, and strategic. He's a real "strong and silent" type. There are moments when he lets his guard down and has a good time with the pack, but, for the most part, he is content to sit back and watch them have fun. Part of this may be because he became alpha fairly recently. He may lighten up a little with time, but with the up coming events, it's not likely.

Appearance: He's big. Jude is massive both in and out of his wolf form. He's very muscular and solid. Jude's hair, beard, and eyes are dark brown. His skin tone is a light olive.

In his wolf form, Jude is the largest in the pack. His fur is black and ash, and his eyes are a golden orange.

History: Jude's parents were long time members of the pack. His great great grandfather first took the alpha title after the current alpha's untimely demise. It's been passed down his bloodline ever since. Jude's own father was the alpha for years, until a particularly nasty clan of vampires targeted the town. The bloody battle between the pack and the bloodsuckers had mass casualties on both sides. Jude's father was severely injured and, despite the medic's best efforts, he passed by morning.

Jude was a teenager at the time. The fight got desperate enough that even the younger wolves were allowed to join the fray, and he was no different. Jude was on the battlefield when his father got cut down by a ruthless vampire, and he's never forgotten it. He's harbored animosity towards their kind ever since.

His mother took up the alpha title. She lead the pack for several more years, until trouble brewed in their sister pack's territory across country. His mother left to help settle the chaos there, and passed the title on to Jude. He's only lead the pack for a year or two. He pretends like the stress doesn't bother him, but he's clearly changed ever since being put in charge. He's way less fun.

Name: Olivia Scott
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Beta

Personality: Compassionate, friendly, warm, etc. Olivia is the dependable type always looking out for others and helping them whenever they're in need. She loves to give advice and although not necessarily social all the time, she genuinely enjoys spending time people. Olivia has always been known to be the type to defend those who are the most vulnerable. Because of these attributes, she finds it relatively easy to get along with just about anyone she comes across, unless that individual is in dire need of an attitude adjustment.

Appearance: Despite one form being quite large, Olivia is a tiny person, measuring just under 5'3. However, once she transforms, her wolf form is quite menacing. A thick, black coat of fur covers her entire body save for a white patch on her right side. Her eyes also turn to a pale shade of blue, unlike the typical amber color that most wolves are seen with. She's easily recognizable even from a distance, and she prefers it as such.

History: Olivia wasn't always a wolf. She was actually born and raised in Vinehurst to James and Clarissa Scott. Her father a doctor and her mother an attorney, Olivia's upbringing was quite comfortable. She was an only child, and she always had every need and want available to her. Not to say she was spoiled because she was raised in a fair, yet firm household, but nonetheless others envied her and her family.

One day, when she was a young teenager, Olivia and two of her friends decided to go exploring. It was a cold October afternoon, roughly just after 4:00 PM. The small group of 3 headed into the forest for the sake of getting away from the town for a while. All was fine for some time until eventually they ran into trouble. A couple of vampires suddenly intercepted their path, making the three girls freeze on the spot. They were beyond terrified as they knew they were helpless. By some odd miracle, Olivia was pushed out of the way by one of the bloodsuckers. The strength was something she had not predicted, and Olivia lost her footing, tumbling quite a ways down the hillside until she came to a painful halt. Unfortunately for her, the sharp, protruding end of a tree trunk had stabbed her side. Olivia was in shock, unable to scream despite the events that just occurred. She stared down at her white sweater which was now covered in dirt, leaves, and blood...

Olivia's breathing became shallow. She heard a hiss, then rapid movement. Time became a distorted concept, and the young girl was sure she would die in the next few moments. Her heart was pounding so hard she had trouble managing to put together any coherent thought. She slowly lay her head on the ground to look up at sky partially covered by the tall trees. Her eyelids became extremely heavy, and somehow finding a little bit of peace in that small moment, she became unconscious.

What Olivia didn't know was that a pack of wolves had come to her aid. They fought off the vampires, though not without casualties. Her friends were dead, but not her. Instead, she was rescued and taken to safety. Her pulse was extremely weak, nearly on the verge of being absent. A split-second decision was made on whether or not to turn her. Olivia was on the brink of death, and it was then she took her last breath as a human.

What she remembers is the terrible pain that woke her immediately. It was so intense, she had to be restrained. Olivia's transformation was hard on her to the point she wished she was dead, but eventually, the pain gave way to a new feeling, one of strength and energy. It was odd, unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

At that point, she was one of them.

Eventually, Olivia told her parents she wouldn't be living under their roof anymore. Though hesitant at first, they eventually agreed to let her go without any quarrels. Ever since, she's been a member of the pack who's been slowly climbing the ranks.

Name: Lucas Hanson

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Occupation: Bar owner

Personality: A bit rough around the edges given his background. Lucas doesn't take crap from anyone and will happily knock you out for stepping out of line. With that said, he's tough, but fair. Given his progression, Lucas is quite comfortable interacting with the general crowd, though he has absolutely 0 patience for nonsense. Lucas' mind isn't easily changed, and that's led to failed relationships in the past. But does he care? No, not really.

Appearance: Approximately 6'2 with a strong build. His salt and pepper beard game is strong, every once in a while turning heads whenever he's out and about. Lucas has full sleeves with tattoos that are very symbolic to him, and he's happy to tell the stories if anyone is curious enough to inquire. Lucas' typical, everyday fashion? A t-shirt and jeans.

History: Born and raised into trouble, Lucas practically never caught a break. His parents lived in New York City at the time, raising him in Staten Island. Throughout his time there, he's been robbed, beat, you name it. Lucas had to grow up real quick in order to survive, something he figured out from experience as well as from the many sit-downs he had had with his parents.

The incident that broke the family was the death of Lucas' little sister, Lily. It happened when she was only 7 and Lucas was 13. They were walking down the road one moment and the next, gunfire broke through the air. Unfortunately, Lily caught 2 bullets, which was later discovered were not meant for her but she was a casualty nonetheless. From that point on, Lucas was never the same. His behavior took a turn for the worse, leaving his own parents terrified of him at some point. The kid was out of control, and no matter how many times he was thrown in jail, Lucas simply did not care.

But slowly, things improved a little bit. Lucas realized he couldn't continue heading down that same path. There's that, and the fact that he had to become a softy for his first girlfriend who didn't tolerate any BS from him. While the guy was not academically inclined, he had some wits about him and enjoyed doing manual labor as opposed to sitting in a college classroom.

How did Lucas end up in Vinehurst? Well, his elderly grandfather became sick and Lucas decided to move to town to be with him. He's lived there for 3 years now and is not in a hurry to go back to the city.