Name: Dante Arlain
Age: 23 (wolf years: 264)
Rank: Doctor
Pack: Venantium
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Summary:
It wasn't what you'd expect. All those weird and corny werewolf movies were nothing but images on a TV screen. Put there for public entertainment. Or at least that's what he had been lead to think. Up until his sixteenth birthday. When on the night of the Halloween school dance he discovered just how real those movies were.
Dante hadn't been feeling all that well that day to start off. He'd chalked that up to the massive amount of pizza he'd eaten the previous night chugged down with a two liter of A&W. Even with feeling sick he went out to the school dance with his friends anyway. Hoping that it would just be a thing to quickly pass. When it didn't he headed out the back door of the gymnasium to have some time alone and get away from the noise of the crowd.
Dante had wandered off into the wooded park behind the school when the tremors started. At first he'd thought he was having to sort of fit but when his body began to morph and an inhuman growl rose from his throat. To his great shock and horror he realized that there was a part of him he had never realized had been slumbering deep within him. After the change his acute hearing pick up every little noise. Even that of the high school football teams captain.
In a fit of rage he savagely tore out the boys throat tearing a clean line across his stomach. Muzzle all bloody and still furious he confronted his parents who at last revealed the secret of his heritage. They had kept it from him out of fear that he might have been static like a long distant uncle. Unable to cope Dante sank into a deep hatred of the others around him. For many years after he became withdrawn and more savage with his attacks.
Leaving countless victims in secluded places that baffled police. There only connection to one another was the bloody left handed palm print left next to the victims face. He continued these killings for many years yet unable to truly kill the source of his hatred, his parents. After a seven year killing spree it came to an abrupt end. No one who knows him could get an explanation as to why he'd stopped.
Only that he had started to carry around a small leather journal. After recently hearing about other wolves he set out away from home to get away from his strained relationship with his parents. Visiting only on rare occasions to find that the tension between them has done little to ease over the years.
Age: 23 (wolf years: 264)
Rank: Doctor
Pack: Venantium
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Summary:
It wasn't what you'd expect. All those weird and corny werewolf movies were nothing but images on a TV screen. Put there for public entertainment. Or at least that's what he had been lead to think. Up until his sixteenth birthday. When on the night of the Halloween school dance he discovered just how real those movies were.
Dante hadn't been feeling all that well that day to start off. He'd chalked that up to the massive amount of pizza he'd eaten the previous night chugged down with a two liter of A&W. Even with feeling sick he went out to the school dance with his friends anyway. Hoping that it would just be a thing to quickly pass. When it didn't he headed out the back door of the gymnasium to have some time alone and get away from the noise of the crowd.
Dante had wandered off into the wooded park behind the school when the tremors started. At first he'd thought he was having to sort of fit but when his body began to morph and an inhuman growl rose from his throat. To his great shock and horror he realized that there was a part of him he had never realized had been slumbering deep within him. After the change his acute hearing pick up every little noise. Even that of the high school football teams captain.
In a fit of rage he savagely tore out the boys throat tearing a clean line across his stomach. Muzzle all bloody and still furious he confronted his parents who at last revealed the secret of his heritage. They had kept it from him out of fear that he might have been static like a long distant uncle. Unable to cope Dante sank into a deep hatred of the others around him. For many years after he became withdrawn and more savage with his attacks.
Leaving countless victims in secluded places that baffled police. There only connection to one another was the bloody left handed palm print left next to the victims face. He continued these killings for many years yet unable to truly kill the source of his hatred, his parents. After a seven year killing spree it came to an abrupt end. No one who knows him could get an explanation as to why he'd stopped.
Only that he had started to carry around a small leather journal. After recently hearing about other wolves he set out away from home to get away from his strained relationship with his parents. Visiting only on rare occasions to find that the tension between them has done little to ease over the years.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 2:09 am by 
