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“Watch where you step kiddo“
Full name: Asher Cullen Perculeone
Age: DOB - 1903
Gender: Masculine
Rank: Alpha
Potential love interest (if any): TBD
Mate: TBD
Body modification: (optional): Right Shoulder Left Shoulder
Marked: (if the alpha has chosen you breeding partner): Nurp
Pups: None
Personality:
At first glance, Asher is well-composed, quiet, and almost shy until he smiles at you. Though he tries not to be most times, he is very expressive and the purity of his eyes gives away any emotion that his face may not. He is well-read, greatly enjoys reading history (as well as writing it), and is quite the poet and philosopher. He's also been most notably described as loyal, resourceful, courageous, conservative, and chivalrous - a determined, well-trained soldier with a very clear sense of right and wrong. Though he does have a temper, it takes the correct kind of provocation for it to arise - typically if involves the invasion of his personal space and/or remarks about his background. Religiously devout, he is no Bible-thumper and has a somewhat liberal view considering his denomination (Roman Catholic), he has been described as wise, with a surprising wit and sense of humor when it suits him. The resolve in his gaze has reportedly brought even the most stalwart Alpha to his knees - Asher is fearless when he truly believes in what he is fighting for, but his own passion is probably what frightens him most.
History:
Born Eischer Dmitrii Perlitov in 1902 in a small village outside of Moscow, Russia, Asher's family were poor in wealth yet rich in faith and love for each other. His home life was fairly strict, his parents fairly stoic, but they did what they had to survive. His older, half brother, Mikhail Abram Perlitov, was born four years before, his father having been murdered over a gambling debt. Asher's mother was later forced to remarry as she was unable to make ends meet, and being a widow meant a step down in status and almost certain doom for the family. Little did she know, that the quiet, reclusive young man she had grown to love was a werewolf who managed to keep his secret from them for years to come, though Asher's mother, being a clever woman, was always suspect. She loved him too much to comment.
Later, their luck turned around when a wealthy baron took in Asher's family as laborers on his estate. The baron's family turned out to be kind and understanding folk, and unable to have children themselves, treated the Perlitovs as their own. The wife, having been a former governess from England, even taught Mikail and young Eischer English, Arithmetic, and History. It wasn't until the death of Asher's sickly, 3-year-old sister that their luck began to turn and tensions began to rise in the family. Mikail was called away to fight in the Great War and the baron was quickly losing money due to crumbling investments, which meant that the Perlitov's would lose the home they had worked so hard for and had grown to love. Meanwhile, Asher had developed a fondness for a beautiful young chambermaid who seemed to share his affectation. They became close friends and tempted lovers, but having both been raised religiously, they decided to save themselves for their wedding night. Unfortunately, Asher had been undergoing some strange changes shortly before and in a moment of sharply developing senses, he detected the traces of other men on her body, thus triggering a blinding rage he had never before known. When he finally awoke from the darkness, blanketed in his girl's viscera, the body next to him hardly decipherable, and not knowing what else to do, Asher escaped into the wilderness for fear of his life. The following years have become a troubling void in his life. Days, weeks, months melded together in an abominable mass. His savage wolf had become the dominant personality, and a confused and frightened young Asher only seemed to resurface approaching the arrival of the New Moon. He became well known for grisly murders all across Russia as he quickly moved from village to village, avoiding the larger, more developed areas. People saw his human form as a phantom, and his werewolf form as a monster lurking in the dark, unknown woods.
Eventually he was caught by a group of werewolf hunters who, instead of killing him, sold the feral creature to a circus as part of their sideshow. Lucky for Asher, this circus was unique in that most of the freaks who worked there were also creatures of the night who were strong enough to put up with his aggression and patient enough to lure the timid, human personality back into domination. Asher graduated from sideshow freak to main attraction, using his superior strength to lift heavy objects and perform acrobatics. Though he was still lonely, he gained the habit of keeping to himself, fearing that his wolf may turn on anyone who became close enough to him. Years went by, and Asher began to debate leaving his adopted family to venture into the world once again, when fate made the decision for him. A band of gypsies had developed a certain dislike for the circus and its leader for reasons that still remain unclear to Asher. Sneaking into the compound late one night, they set fire to the tents and animal cages. Asher and the others tried their best to douse the flames and take down the marauding gypsies but they were ready for them and Asher received his first silver poisoning from a bullet lodged in his thigh. Mad with fear and rage, the beast escaped into the wilderness once again, and here ended the life of Eischer Dmitrii Perlitov. By the time, he had recovered from his ordeal, having to remove the bullet himself, barely surviving on the carcass of a rotting deer, he had decided to start a new life as Asher Volkov and enlisted in the Russian military under that name.
He trained as a nurse for several years as they were greatly needed at the time, until the temptation to devour his patients became too much for him, and he demanded a position in the field after feigning a weak constitution. By then, World War II was looming and the whole of Europe was gearing up for it. Germany and the Soviet Union began their skirmishes and Asher was sent to Finland to take what they could. There he witnessed many atrocities, committing many himself in the heat of the moment, decisions he later regretted and again blamed the savagery on his wolf that poisoned his soul. Shortly before the Winter War ended, resulting in a bittersweet victory for the Soviets, Asher became separated from his company. Dodging the pervasive force of the Nazis, his wolf guided him into the Finnish wastes where he became lost and had become rabid with hunger by the time the Andras family had discovered him. Showing an unusual understanding of his condition and a unique scent Asher had never come across before, it wasn't long before they had him enthralled as their 'pet' and Asher was too much entwined in the spell of the daughter in particular to understand that he had been enslaved by a wealthy family of vampires. This is another time in Asher's life that he refrains from addressing as much of it is lost, the memories having been taken in by his wolf who had become quite attached to the mysterious youth who had held his head in her lap as he lay dying and who eventually nursed him back to health. But even though she was kind to him, she was a cruel, cold being to everyone else. She and her family had made many enemies in their vampiric courtly games, such is the way of things, and an usurper arranged their downfall. The interloper released Asher from his enthrallment, and in a vicious rampage, the werewolf hunted and disemboweled his former lover and every member of her family he encountered on their estate (as vampires tend to live together.) What was most likely days later, the young man awoke in a frosty field once again covered in the blood of his victims. The smell of vampire would take forever to fully be cleansed from his skin. It was after that period that he entered into a period of debauchery and pit fighting, possibly as a result of rejoicing from having returned from the precipice of death, possibly because the carnal exploits he shared with the daughter of the Andras vampires had given him a taste for sex and pain. He participated in the battles sometimes as a human and other times as a werewolf and earned a name for himself as Asher "The Demon" Donovan. And just when he was sure he had everything under control, his wolf appeared to sabotage it. Years later when he began to control his wolf he created a pack with the women he called mate and produced a son and daughter. Rachel was his second offspring but he loved her dearly, he felt like he got along with her better than her older brother. He still leads the pack not cruelly but to a point of being stern where he worries about their safety.
Parents: Father - Unknown Mother - Deceased
Siblings: Sister - Deceased Brother- Deceased
Bloodline: (where your family comes from): Russian
Other: Asher is a closet masochist. He is somewhat aware of his affinity, but chooses not to acknowledge it. He tends to keep all passions deeply covered. Asher's older brother Mikhail survived the War, and upon returning home became involved in a successful textile operation and was able to support his ailing mother for the remainder of her life. His father left the family soon after it became apparent that he wasn't aging as he should. The whereabouts of his father are unknown but it is assumed he is still alive somewhere in the former Soviet Union. Mikhail passed away in the 1960s never knowing what happened to his brother other than he had disappeared shortly after the body of the chambermaid was discovered. It was assumed that Asher was the killer or had also been killed. Asher does not repress his wolf because he disapproves of it, but because he feels he has to. His wolf is unusually aggressive, even for a werewolf, and thinks of nothing else but gratification when it is in charge. Asher has always been good at feigning accents. He now mimics a subtle British one as a relic from when he first learned English in his youth. He speaks it fluently, however. When he is angry, his accent changes. Asher still speaks Russian, but it is clearly of an older dialect. He also knows how to read Latin (naturally) and speak some German which he picked up in World War II, though now much of it is lost. He also speaks Italian rather well and French to a lesser quality

“Hero's never die “
Full name: Adaline Ophelia Isen
Age: DOB - 1995
Gender: Feminine
Rank: Pack Member
Potential love interest (if any): TBD
Mate: TBD
Body modification: (optional): Back
Marked: (if the alpha has chosen you breeding partner): Not yet
Pups: None
Personality: quiet, can be shy around those she doesn't know but will adapt according to whom she's dealing with, polite, mischievous, witty, stubborn, over-analytical, two-faced, sometimes tries to assume what other people are thinking and so can be self-conscious, can sometimes be quite petulant and pouts more than she should, cautious, trusts her instincts, creative, resourceful, likes vintage (especially 20s fashion), enjoys history and classic literature, can play the violin exceptionally well, enjoys music and movies of all kinds, open-minded, observant, good sense of humor, speaks French and reads Latin, can be naïve and a little gullible at times, a little socially awkward, isn't always aware of what's considered appropriate especially when it comes to other people's behavior, patient for the most part but can have a nasty temper that takes a while to cool down, holds grudges, generally has good control over her wolf but has a tendency to slip into berserker mode easily when she feels threatened
History:
In the spring of 1995, a young, pregnant mother lie bleeding to death on her living room floor. As the doctor and family friend, kneeled over her, he dropped the discharged shotgun by his side and took her hand in his. He knew there would be only one way to save the baby inside her, even though it would be two weeks early, and looking into her eyes, he knew that she would not survive the surgery.
Adaline's father was a werewolf, and the good Dr. Hallowell had been treating him for what he believed to be depression and schizophrenia. Having been invited over to the house one evening for supper, he witnessed a terrible fight between the young couple, as well as the transformation and the violence that ensued. Acting quickly, he managed to scare the beast off with a shotgun he had seized from the gun cabinet. The monster tore from the house, bleeding profusely from a wound in his side. Years later, Dr. Hallowell had taken in the child as his own, having always fostered a fascination with werewolves and had suspected for some time that his friend was perhaps not as delusional as he seemed. He also suspected that Adaline may have inherited the condition. He became head doctor at an insane asylum in upstate Washington where he tried to raise Adaline like any other child. She had her own room, received schooling and even violin lessons. And even though she was always eager to help the nurses and doctors do their rounds, the staff seeming more than happy to oblige, she very seldom had a chance to socialize with children her own age, and so her personality matured quickly and appears a bit more conservative despite her open-mindedness. At the same time, most of what she knew about the outside world was whatever she learned inside the asylum and so even the oddest behaviors became commonplace to her. She read religiously, absorbing every book about history, geography, watched television, mostly the news and nature shows, and developed a love of old movies and fashion. However, around her sixteenth birthday, she began to notice changes that she at first dismissed as symptoms of puberty. But, a violent and sudden transformation in her room late one night changed everything. The man who had raised her suddenly wanted to study her, confining her to her quarters, and eventually to her own bed, and fed her stronger and stronger doses of narcotics to keep her subdued. Crushed and disillusioned, Adaline had nearly resigned herself to her fate when a stranger appeared one day at a symposium. Her foster father had promised a roomful of medical experts the examination of a 'schizophrenic who believed she could transform into a beast' wherein he would induce her to Change before them all and usher in a new era of scientific discovery. Luckily, the stranger, who was posing as a doctor, took pity on her, and switched the syringe full of adrenaline with that of saline. Averting her own humiliation, Dr. Hallowell was not so lucky and was forced to carry on without the main event. Later that evening, Adaline hid her medication under her tongue and spat it out the moment the nurse left the room. The words of the stranger had inspired her, given her new hope, and with this new belief in herself, strength flowed into her body and she was able to tear free from the bed restraints. That night she ran away and never looked back. Frightened and practically feral for roughly a year and a half, she hid in the wilderness of the Washington state parks, trying to hide from all the trauma she had endured, though she never desired to forget her humanity (mostly due to how lonely she was), every so often emerging to socialize with other human beings. She would wander the towns as a homeless young lady. One day, rather unexpectedly, she encountered the stranger, who introduced himself as Vance Hayden. She also found that he had known her real father and that he owed him a favor, though now that he was presumably dead, he was obligated to pay her in return. And so, he took her to some people who he knew would help her. From the way the old couple reacted to Vance's presence, she knew that they were not friends, but they accepted her with open arms. They adopted her under a different name and moved to Canada. Reintegration back into human society was hard on Adaline, but her new foster parents were very kind and patient, showing her a side of herself (both wolf and human) she didn't even know she had. Because of them, she was able to trust again and to understand that she was not alone either as a werewolf or human. She is still guarded around everyone, werewolves and humans alike, in spite of her seeming openness, and it is difficult to earn her complete trust. Shortly after her 19th birthday, the kindly old couple were tricked by a group of werewolf hunters, and slaughtered. Adaline barely escaped and found herself on her own. Out of fright she ran away and happened upon the Hidden Mist pack out of luck, she joined the pack and has been with them for a year now.
Parents: Both deceased
Siblings: Only child
Bloodline: (where your family comes from): British
Other: Adaline is an exceptional violinist and isn't bad on the acoustic guitar either. Her music style is traditional but unique: mostly classical flourishes with a Celtic inspiration. She enjoys playing fast songs because she feels challenged by them. Although she was formally taught growing up in the asylum, she was never good at reading music and instead learns mostly by ear. She also writes most of her songs. Adaline is also an accomplished artist, working mostly with multimedia such as acrylic and oil paints, inks, watercolor, and art markers such as Copic. Her style is mostly surrealist, though some might call it "nightmarish", but she expresses a wide variety of subjects. She has a distinct style composed of simple shapes and lines, using clever shading and lighting to add depth rather than a reliance on tight detail. She is mostly known in local circles for her music, however, and sells her artwork at the Blue Danube Art Gallery in Neutral Territory. Adaline loves cats though most don't seem to like her due to her lycanthropy. However, those animals who are able to get past their fear of her are rewarded with a kind and caring hand that can be very overprotective. Even Adaline's wolf knows not to go after cats.

“I feel the power of Satan inside me."
Full name: Eve Vanessa-Isabella Leek
Age: 75 years
Gender: Female
Rank: Elder
Potential love interest (if any): N/A, not looking
Mate: Unknown (divorced)
Body modification: (optional) Ears are pierced
Marked: (if the alpha has chosen you breeding partner) Yes, but is very faded
Pups: A daughter and a son (NPCs, open to play)
History: As one of the older pack members, Eve has seen quite a bit. She's survived through many odd situations that have caused her to become rather sarcastic and easily agitated. Eve can act rather cruel at times, but usually means well. She can often be found cleaning as her mother had her do most of the housework as a child. Eve is also a hypochondriac and gets freaked out by the smallest signs of sickness. She's gotten in trouble before for how strong her beliefs are, but that hasn't stopped Eve before and it won't stop her now.
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Bloodline: (where your family comes from) Norse country (most likely Denmark, father's side) and Sicily (mother's side)
Other: Blue is my favorite color.