Ziander Wolfe
Le son de son téléphone vibrant a brisé Ziander de son accent sur le travail qu'il avait. Actuellement, il travaillait dans une petite librairie, le seul endroit où il pouvait se concentrer sans être bombardé par de nombreux parfums à la fois. Il pouvait régler les bruits s'il le voulait, mais c'est l'odeur qui l'a rendu fou de ses emplois précédents. Il avait appris qu'il y avait de nombreux avantages à devenir ce qu'il était au fil des ans, mais son nez aigu maintenant trop sensible n'était pas un dans la ville. Il y avait donc un employé dans une librairie, non pas là où il pensait que sa vie allait avant l'attaque, mais après l'attaque, il devait changer de plan avec sa vie. Lentement, il essayait de se remettre sur le chemin qu'il avait prévu tout en s'habituer à la bête qui résidait juste sous sa peau et dormait à l'arrière de son esprit.
Il est entré dans sa poche en saisissant le téléphone en voyant qu'il n'y avait pas de clients qui avaient besoin d'aide. Il a lu le texte de Julie rapidement et a donné un chanfrein."N'est-ce pas toujours pour moi quand il s'agit de dîner?" Il s'est dit de ranger son téléphone. Trouver des colocataires semblables à lui a été le point tournant et les moyens d'espérer que les choses pourraient encore être bonnes. Jusqu'à présent, il ne pouvait pas se plaindre et ils étaient gentils au moins. C'était étrange de penser qu'ils pourraient être plus âgés alors ils regardaient mais même il avait le potentiel de vivre une vie assez longue, si le loup n'a pas eu d'idées stupides pendant qu'il était dehors et à peu près pendant la pleine lune. Il pouvait changer en dehors de la pleine lune mais ce n'était pas une habitude à laquelle il voulait s'habituer et une fois de plus au milieu de la ville ce serait probablement une mauvaise idée de changer à volonté.
Quelques minutes plus tard, son service était terminé et il rentrait à l'appartement. Ce n'était pas à une courte distance de la boutique à l'appartement, mais Ziander se sentait toujours mieux marcher plutôt que prendre le taxi. Le taxi se sentait comme une cage qui faisait que le loup qui dormait dans sa tête brillait dans l'agitation comme s'il était piégé. Pour apaiser le loup au moins, il marchait toujours, à moins qu'avec l'un de ses colocataires, le loup semblait au moins se calmer légèrement avec l'un des gens qu'il considérait comme un membre de la meute.
"Un autre jour d'une vie un peu normale," Ziander s'est dit en traversant une rue, les sons et les odeurs le bombardant alors qu'il tentait de les régler. Il a atteint la maison relativement rapidement et sans même penser rejoint Julie et Enya sur le porche, ne pas entrer dans l'appartement."Funny ton texte m'a fait penser que j'allais être seul pour dîner, je pourrais alors passer et mâcher sur le canapé si c'était le cas alors," a-t-il plaisanté.
Ziandar Wolfe
Age: 32 (potential to live for quite some time if he doesn't go get himself killed while being a wolf)
Species: Werewolf
Personality/Psych Profile: Ziandar Wolfe (ironic isn't it?) is a rather calm individual though is prone to fits of aggression when the full moon is near, or in other cases feelings of lust if attracted to them (Hmmm what awkward moments shall we have? XD). Other then those moments of the full moon he remains a rather optimistic person and tries to show those who are new to the world of the supernatural that it isn't all bad even if it might seem bleak at first, joking that he is the only werewolf he knows to live to age 7 since changing. Some find it funny others find it a bit morbid. There are rare moments when he is depressed thinking of the life he had lost all those years ago. A loyal counterpart willing to protect his friends even if it means unleashing the beast. Who wouldn't want a werewolf as a protector? XD He also is protective of his friends because he views them as his pack or at least the wolf in him does.
Bio/History: He wasn't born a werewolf, in fact finding a pure bred werewolf in this day and age is rare. The life changing events that would thrust him into a world that only lies in the depths in the human mind and fiction happened seven years ago. He had only been doing a summer job at a hotel that was relatively remote hotel in the Australian outback. It was just something to keep him busy during the summer. Unfortunately it had been in the vicinity of a native werewolf who claimed it as his changing territory. On his way down a trail heading to his own vehicle to head home after the day was when it happened: the attack. The memories of the attack were mostly a blur but he remembered it first started with pain to his right shoulder, seeing metallic glint of blood squirting out as a black shape gripped into his shoulder. The pain went into his back as the creature grabbed him and began to try and tear him a part. Part of him tried to fight back with no success after feeling his hand land in the mouth of whatever it was and hearing the crunch of bones as his hand was mangled and broken within it. Miraculously someone heard the commotion and it spooked the creature off. He remembered waking at a hospital the next moment, the people inside amazed at the sudden healing of wounds when they had only given him a thirty percent chance of survival.
He passed it off as mere luck, a guardian angel watching him until more outside symptoms started to become apparent and then the first whole moon. A werewolf may chance whenever they choose but the changing during the full moon is a necessary change one that must always be taken. He had gone back to working for the hotel when it happened making him luck to not of attacked anyway with the wilderness so close. When he awoke the next day, blood in his mouth and a fresh kill near by, he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't believe what was going on but he started looking into supernatural things, subjects he would of passed off as jokes. When the full moon came a second time, he began looking into what was known on werewolves. After learning what he was changed into, he left his home and moved not wishing those who knew him to be harmed by the creature that lurked under the skin. For two years he remained alone until stumbling onto the place he lives now and has grown use to the beast within, even willing to change when it's not the full moon though he doesn't do it often. He has been with Julie for a few months, finding her ad in the paper those months back and he needed a place to stay. He hadn't actually expected to find a place that was with other supernaturals and now he has been enjoying his stay for the last few months minus the full moons which could swing either direction in being really good or really bad and disturbingly awkward. He has been lucky to not have yet to get killed be it by the legend of the silver bullet (indeed it's poisonous to werewolves) or getting hit by a car on his full moon nights.