À l'extérieur dans l'une des zones ouvertes de l'Asile, probablement une cour pour les médecins, les invités, et le temps à l'extérieur pour les patients, il y avait maintenant la terre sèche jonchée de plusieurs pièces d'équipement d'exercice. Ce n'était pas le gymnase principal de leur forteresse, mais il y avait un sac de frappe, des bandes, des poids, des boules de médecine. A côté du sac de frappe, un homme était couché dans la terre, regardant le ciel. Ses boucles blondes louches ont presque couvert ses yeux alors qu'il était là à mâcher ce qui semblait être l'os d'un petit animal. Ses dents se déplaçaient lentement mais avec force, comme s'il se concentrait à moitié sur l'os et à moitié sur un nuage dérivant.
"Qu'est-ce que je fais là?"
Une partie de l'os a été écrasée entre les dents de Jace. Ses dents et sa mâchoire n'étaient pas toujours aussi fortes qu'aujourd'hui. Après avoir transformé tant de fois tout au long de sa vie, ils semblaient grandir en force au fil du temps. Rien comparé à sa morsure de loup, mais certainement beaucoup plus mortelle que celle d'une morsure humaine normale.
"Les choses ne sont pas si différentes. C'est ce que j'ai dit. ."
Jace avait rejoint ce groupe de survivants pour gagner un avantage dans sa propre survie, mais les choses n'allaient pas trop bien depuis qu'il s'est joint à eux. La nourriture est encore extrêmement rare, compte tenu du fait que les rations doivent être faites pour un grand groupe de personnes et leurs animaux de compagnie. Et il ne pouvait même pas se joindre au groupe de chasse pour aider à apporter plus de nourriture, car il n'avait pas gagné assez de confiance pour aller à la chasse, au scoutisme ou à la garde. Tout ce qu'il pouvait faire, c'était faire des patrouilles de routine avec une unité de loups. Mais rien que ça.
Il y avait un autre son croquant et Jace jeta l'os sur le côté.
Jusqu'à présent, tout ce qu'il avait fait jusqu'à présent, c'était passer par leur genre d'initiation rugueuse (peu comme dans, bâclé et dessiné mais pas difficile vu qu'il était un loup). Ça et un boulot de patrouille. En outre, il écoutait habituellement des débriefings inutiles pour des missions auxquelles il n'avait aucune part, des nuits de haute sécurité où sa seule responsabilité était de s'inquiéter de ce qui est déjà dans l'Asile, et de se coucher toute la journée quand il n'exerce pas.
Il n'y avait pas grand-chose pour lui non plus, du moins pas dans les zones auxquelles il avait accès. C'était une autre chose. Jace ne pouvait pas naviguer dans la plupart des districts d'Asile, car il gagnait encore sa garde et était en cours d'évaluation.
Après avoir exhalé une profonde respiration, Jace a déplacé une main de son haut de réservoir blanc à sous sa tête et l'autre à l'intérieur de la poche de son pantalon de bronzage d'ajustement lâche. Ses genoux étaient levés du sol, pieds nus reposant sur la terre chaude. Tout ce qu'il pouvait faire, c'était attendre le travail qui le méritait. Espérons. Parce que si les choses n'arrivaient pas, il serait peut-être mieux seul de toute façon. Jace était habituée à être seule et à ne pas avoir de luxe humain, de sorte que l'Asile lui-même n'était pas autant un avantage à lui seul, qu'à d'autres. En fait, certains diraient que Jace aimait être un loup plus qu'un humain. À tout le moins, c'était plus facile de survivre, surtout quand sur la course toute votre vie.
Jace Slaven
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Wolf Form:

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"We've always been animals."
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"Think wolf mentality. Us, or them. You, or me."
|| FULL BIRTH-GIVEN NAME ||
My name is Jace Slaven. You might have heard someone call me Jay, but that was probably an ex-girlfriend or two.
|| GENDER ||
Male
|| SEXUALITY ||
Straight
|| AGE ||
24
|| RELATIONS ||
I don’t have a girlfriend or anything like that right now. Not too many options anymore, now that I’m around my own kind.
|| IN-DEPTH HUMAN APPEARANCE ||
Didn’t you take a picture? I have dirty blond hair, hazel eyes. I don’t wear much jewelry, unless you count my pyrite stone necklace. Why? For protection and good health. I never take it off.
I’m usually wearing a tank top or tee and some loose fit pants. I like to be comfortable-and effective. Tight clothes restrict you and are hard to shed when you’re transforming. Being barefoot and in loose clothes? Much easier and quicker. I wear boots or sandals when absolutely necessary though. 
|| IN-DEPTH WOLF APPEARANCE ||
When I transform I have a tan, almost gold coat. Dark, almost brown around my blood red eyes, shoulders, and back. But from my jaw down, you’ll find patches of even lighter fur.
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Some bonds are deeper than blood.
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
-Unnecessarily stubborn, though will change opinions abruptly (and frustratingly) at times
-Short attention span
-Physically expressive, regardless of good or bad intentions
-Oddly loyal to select few
-Playful
-Will go along with things so long as he's having a good time or has something to gain

|| QUIRKS ||
-Loves to break rules for no reason
-Loves to hit people and objects, though he pulls his punches
-Unless he’s relaxing, he is instead always moving; bouncing in place, dancing about, or chewing something to pieces.

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+Embracing the “wolf side”
+Having a good time (by his standards)
+Hitting things
+Physical activity
-People pretending, especially if they’re pretending to be strong or trustworthy
-Acting like a human for too long
-Hiding or suppressing his wolf traits
-Talking about the past, regardless of the topic
-Talking too much about the future
-Waiting

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Wild is not evil.
|| FAMILY YOU'VE LOST ||
Vincent Slaven - Father - ???
Sharon Slaven - Mother - 11 years ago
|| THOSE STILL WITH US ||
Kell Slaven - Older brother - 25
|| FAITHFUL COMPANION(S) ||
I get along great with other animals. They aren’t my pets though. Pals maybe.
|| PERSONAL WEAPONS ||
Who doesn’t love fists?
I also use a bow and arrow of course. Silent and deadly. And there is just nothing like the satisfaction of nailing a zombie with an arrow.
Of course, when things get really bad, I’m not so bad with my short barrel Benelli M2 shotgun either.
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Until I stop breathing I’ll keep going.
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Jace grew up knowing nothing of his father and little of his mother who struggled to keep herself and her two boys fed. At the age of 12 his mother died, leaving him and his brother, Kell, without any parents. They were taken in by their aunt who raised them for the next 5 years, able to take better care of the children and devoted to spending actual time with the boys. When Jace was 17 however, unidentified men working for the government came to his aunt’s place asking questions and forcing their ways inside. They were looking for Jace and Kell, and after getting physical with his aunt Jace intervened and a fight ensued. In the heat of the fight Jace underwent his first transformation and ended up slaughtering the men in front of his aunt as well as his brother Kell, who kept the men at bay whilst he transformed. After the fight Jace ran off in a primal state, lost in his new senses and perception of the world. Eventually he transformed back into a human and was found by his brother and aunt in the morning. His aunt warned them that their lives were going to be forever changed from this point on, stating that their father was tied to all of this, that this is why he was killed years ago. Having no choice but to listen to their hysterical aunt, the boys were advised to run away and become invisible. They could not leave the country, or else they would be identified in a heartbeat, but they were to never use their real names-hold real jobs-own a home. Nothing.
From that point on Jace and Kell, who transformed nearly a year later, had to fend for themselves using whatever means they could. They made promise to each other, that no matter what happened to either one of them, they would keep going until they stopped breathing. Jace, though he was younger than Kell, was essentially the pack leader, the Alpha, as he transformed before his brother had. This unconsciously made him the superior. The brothers stayed together for another 5 years and through the outbreak of the virus, but eventually split up when they could not agree on how to continue, how to survive. Kell was insisting they join a certain pack they had run into, whereas Jace was intent on surviving on their own. Even should they form a pack, Jace was not fond of the pack members either. Faced with lack of food sources and ever harsher weather patterns, the brothers had little time to debate over whether to move with the pack or not. When it all came down to it, they decided to go their separate ways. Not breaking their promise to each other, but in the end believing that to fulfill their promises they had to survive; however they each thought that possible. That was two years ago. Having been away from each other long enough (and being alone together for so long before that), the brothers were adept at keeping thoughts to themselves and now no longer hear one another. But Jace knows his brother is alive somewhere so long as his eyes glow the color of an Alpha. Otherwise, he would simply be a lone Omega with no pack. Now, despite his wild and lone nature, he has little but foolish choices left. To survive he needs food and shelter, companions to help fight off zombies and other enemy packs that are now starting to grow in numbers. So while the thought of the military and traditional society sickens him, Jace is willing to work alongside others like him for the sake of survival.
|| THEME SONG ||
Nuclear Waste Aerobics - Tobacco

-celestial, punk, rebel sounds-
|| ALSO KNOWING ||
Did I mention I like to hit things?
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