Posted 2023-06-26 13:53:34
Name: Alder Meadows
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/Him
Human appearance: Olive skin, Amber eyes, and long deep brown hair that he normally keeps up in a ponytail. He has a long face with a soft squared jaw, as well as a strong roman nose. He has a fresh scar that stretches across his lower left cheek bone to his upper lip.
Wolf appearance: brown and amber under coat with cream accents. Dark brown cape, face markings and ear tips
What caused you to be out in the snow: Ran Away from his hometown after he was bit.
Relationships: Pansexual. He loves all!!
Older twin brother to Rowan
Other:
Alder is a blinding ray of sunshine. He can't stand to see someone down. His want for world happiness has managed to get him in trouble more than once, but none of it has managed to kill him yet. Though, admittedly, some have come close. He loves his brother more than anything in this world and wants only the best for him. He will die before he lets anyone hurt him.
How He Was Turned: Alder stalked the snow laid woods in search of a surprise for his family. He had heard that a large buck was spotted nearby and he was determined to catch it. The tracks he had managed to find led him deep into the wood. By the time he managed to spot the buck the day was bleeding into twilight. As he drew his bow he steadied his breath. His family would soon be fed for the foreseeable future. He let the arrow fly at the same moment a figure darted out of the opposite thicket. The arrow accidentally struck the beast as the beast's jaws fell true on the deer. Alder stared in horror as the beast, which he now realized was a gargantuan wolf, howled in anger. The wolf released the deer, this action giving the deer a chance to limp into the brush, and leaped at Alder. Alder leaped to the left, narrowly dodging the lunge. Alder frantically grabbed for the knife he kept strapped to his belt as the wolf reared back around snapping at him. It latched onto his arm. He screamed as it tore his flesh free. Jaws dripping with blood the wolf opened its mouth once more aiming for Alder's jugular. Alder finally managed to free his blade, and plunged it into the wolf's neck. It whimpered and lurched back. Gasping for air the creature began to crawl away. As it did so clumps of fur began to fall. Suddenly the wolf did not resemble a wolf at all. Then amongst the blood and snow laid a dead woman with Alder's knife in her throat. He approached the body as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He had been bit by a werewolf and he was a murderer. He took his knife and did the only thing he could think to do. run home.
Name: Rowan Meadows
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/Him
Human appearance: Olive skin, Amber eyes, and dark brown hair that is shaved at the sides and long at the top. A crooked roman nose sits at the center of his face. He has a host of piercings covering his ears. Currently seems to have a mostly healed black eye and yellowing bruised jaw.
Wolf appearance: He is human
What caused you to be out in the snow: Ran Away from his hometown after his brother was bit.
Relationships: Demisexual. He only really has room in his heart for anger, but you are welcome to try.
Younger Twin brother to Alder
Other:
Rowan has always been a pessimistic man. The glaring opposite to his bubbly elder brother. He had always managed to see the darker side of things. Life has and always will be riddled with misfortune. The recent play of events proves just that. He has his brother, that is all he cares about. Rowan will give him the life he deserves.
Backstory: Alder and Rowan left their home immediately after Alder being bit. The small settlement at the edge of the world was not much but it was the only place they knew. A tight knit human community devoted to keeping the horrors of the snowy waste far from their territory. Any perceived threat was immediately snuffed out, whether that be a bear, a wolf, or their neighbor. If danger was perceived it was exterminated. When Alder was bit he knew what he would be classified as, even by his own parents. He was, however, very poor at keeping secrets. This skill fell more in line with his brother. Rowan found out about his bite immediately. Rowan insisted that they leave that night. Alder pleaded with his brother, trying to convince Rowan that he would be fine on his own, but Rowan would not hear of it. They packed their bags and attempted to sneak out in the vale of the night. A time when they had assumed their parents to be asleep. They were not expecting; however, for their parents to be returning home from an emergency hunt. A wolf was spotted near. The same wolf that Alder had managed to escape from but not completely unscathed. Concerned and confused by their sons packed belongings and Alders clear unwell state they pressed. Alder, as aforementioned, is not a good liar. They pried the truth out of him even with Rowan's attempted diversions. Their response was far worse than either of the brothers could have expected. Their mother burst into hysterics, their father, enraged, threw an assortment of items that were on the kitchen table to the floor. The next events played out in a blur. Rowan was yelling at their father. Mother was shaking and mumbling to herself about how Alder yet again was bringing misfortune to their family. Then their Father threw a fist at Rowan knocking him back, mother was rushing toward Alder, her skinning knife in hand. Alder had managed to move back without sustaining anything life threatening; however, a long cut from the bottom of his cheek bone to the top of his lip formed. Rowan jumped forward, knocking into his mother. Their Father grabbed him by the shoulders. Pinning him against the floor. Rowan at some point grabbed his mother's knife, Alder tried to pull back his father. Rowan's knife found its home in their father's gut. Mother screamed. Father collapsed. The two ran.
(Hopefully I am not too late to join, if so I'm sorry)
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