Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Full Name: Wolfe -- Just Wolfe Preferred Name or Nickname:nope. Just wolf Original/Canon:You know him, but he is an original Age:Old as sin. No dirt. No Methuselah. Like really old. Date of Birth:Sometime in 71 B.C Main Character Classification: Shapeshifter -- but unique Character Type:I call him a Katagaria -- which is an animal that gains the ability to shift into human once the animal reached adolescence. Specifically he is a wolf-shifter. Or maybe y'all would call him Loup Garoux? Power(s):Though he cannot control the elements, because of his ancient lineage, the weather, or elements may be affected by his mood. Such as, when he is utterly disparing, it might begin to rain. If he is raging, the thunder and lightening may begin.
Wolfe has heightened speed, dexterity, and strength as all shifters do. He can shift from man into the form of a large wolf, or, transform only certain parts of his his mortal body, like growing the nails into claws on his human hand or fanged teeth from his gums.
As a wolf is is monstrously large, even more so than a normal wolf
Sexuality:Can animals even be gay? He likes females. Side:Neutral Hometown:Ancient Britain Current Residence:Wandering, really. He could be anywhere.
Eye Color: Severe Blue Hair Color: Brown Height: 6'4" Body Type: very muscular and rigid. Distinguishing Marks: Wolfe has several scars from battle that will never fade. These are marks from swords, as well as bite marks from the more natural battles that he has endured. Tattoos and Piercings: Wolfe has a Celtic band around each arm starting just below the shoulder and ending right above the elbow. As well, he has a tribal Celtic tattoo on his lower back, which extends to his front side and up his neck. The tattoo bears the resemblance of a wolf fighting a dragon.
Vehicle (if you wish): Nah, he walks everywhere.
Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Wolfe generally prefers to be unclothed, as it is his nature. When the situation is such that he must wear clothes, you will find him in natural fabrics such as loose cotton jeans and white tee shirts, or buttery brown leather pants. He almost never wears shoes, only has one pair of boots, brown leather work boots he has acquired from God knows where. His appearance is mostly untamed. The longer he goes in wolf form, the longer and wilder his hair gets. It will sometime become long, knotted and unruly, and he will go for days without bathing or changing his clothes.
Likes (3 at least): • Running, always running • A chase, and then a large buck or moose. tasty • A nap after a hunt • The stars as his blanket • room to roam
Dislikes (3 at least): • Vehicles, parking lots, roadways; in general. • Clothes and shoes; especially • Humans in general; but especially when they are intruding on his woodlands • did I mention shoes? *shudders* • Being confined, especially when in human form. Also, close contact with humans make him pretty antsy.
Strengths (3 at least): • He is utterly self reliant • Enhanced abilities, including speed, strength and agility • Sense of smell and hearing is heightened • He is unafraid, as an animal would be when protecting when is his-- you may call it Courageousness • He is unstoppable when he has a goal in mind. He will die trying, if that's what it takes to do what needs to be done.
Weaknesses (3 at least): • He is very naive to the human world. Utterly gullible. • Wolfe is honest, as he does not know HOW to lie, and this can be his down fall. • He loathes himself for what happened to his pack. He will never believe he deserves forgiveness • He follows the will of the fates, as this was what the druids believed • Wolfe acts with animal instincts, not taking into account the ways the world has changed since he lived in it.
Fears: That he will never die, and he will always be filled with this blame and inner misery that kills him everyday
Biggest Secret(s): He is a wolf in human clothing. Personality (write a decent paragraph): Fang is a wolf more than anything, and his actions reflect such. He is wild, and untamed; nonconformist to the laws and ways of man. He is guarded, and lonely, and though unable to lie or hide his emotions, he doesn't trust easily. He is feral, and when confronted with danger, reacts with the instincts of a creature of the wild.
He can be rather brusque, but doesn't care. A solitary creature by nature, be prefers to be alone, and if it means scaring you off in order to get solitude, then so be it.
Once you can get past the untamed animal you will find that the -man- is scared and naive. He feels he doesn't belong in either the human or the shifter world, and so that leaves him lost and homeless. he is feral, and when confronted with danger, reacts with the instincts of a creature of the wild.
Family and Friends:Wolfe has no pack left that he can claim, as the ones that survived the slaughter consider him their greatest enemy. He has no friends because he has lived in solitary, in wolf form, since the slaughter.
Enemies and Rivals:This would be the pack members that still live. Specifically a pair of twin wolves named Kane and Fang
History: Wolfe was born in the time of ancient Celts. It was a time of magic and war. Druidism was the practiced religion. It was a faith in which the forces of nature were worshiped. It taught the Celts much about the stars and celestial motions, about the size of the earth and universe, the essential nature of things, and about the powers and authority of' the immortal gods. It is said that a species of shape-shifter (the Katagaria-- or Loup Garoux-- y'all tell me.) were borne out of necessity, as a consequence of these wars. Druid magic was purely elemental. It drew its power from the earth, the air, water and fire. When the human species began to fight amongst one another, the earth felt most of the burden. The Druid’s were weakened physically as well as spiritually, and resolved to create a warrior for the mother; a creature that was instinctual and of the earth; a soldier that would not be swayed so easily as the human breed. They choose animal. Bestowing these animals the elemental magic of their druidism, they created the Katagaria.
The Katagaria tribe was extremely powerful in their knowledge of magic. They were a breed of shape-shifters that were born as animals and lived as animals, yet once they reached puberty, when the magical powers were unlocked by their hormones, they would be able to become human- at least externally. They would always be animals by nature, retain their animal hearts, and return to the earth as animals.
The wolves tended to steer clear of humans, as most wild animals do, but there was always the occasional wolf that was curious about the humans that lived in the world around them.
Ambrós, the alpha male of the pack was one such wolf. He would sneak into human villages in wolf form, and then gradually in the form of man. Born a wolf, and having lived as one most of his life, he knew only how to act as an animal. He found a human female he wanted and courted her, until she became his lover. The lycanthrope was a fertile breed, and she became pregnant on their first encounter. After only being pregnant for 63 days, Ambrós took the woman and hid her far from the prying eyes of human and wolf alike, and there she gave birth to a black furred blue-eyed wolf pup.
Being the alpha wolf in their pack, Ambrós assumed that his offspring would be as potent as he, and would one day take over as their sovereign. Several days after the pup was born however, Wolfe’s eyes began to change. One stayed silvery blue but the other began to shift to a golden color. This type of difference was considered a birth defect to their kind; a forewarning that the wolf would be weak and would bring them danger. Immediately the pup was shunned by his father and the other adult wolves; forced to live more outside of the pack than within it.
But the shunned wolf thrived. As a wolf he was large and commanding, and even though he was considered an outcast his brethren often bowed their heads when challenged by the youngster.
When he finally reached the age of maturity and was able to shift into human form they found him just as powerful. He learned to control his new frame with a grace and accuracy that was unseen thus far, and it was whispered that whereas he had once been shunned for the defect, he would in the future be celebrated as the liaison between human and wolven contacts.
When Julius Caesar raided Celtic Britain, since Wolfe had proven his prowess when fighting in human form, Ambrós sent him into battle with the humans in order to protect the den. It was what he had been training for all this time. It was up to him to shield the pack from the invading foe, as well as the burning woodlands around them.
Wolfe fought for two summers; always struggling with the urge to become the animal that he was. Each and every full moon was agony for the young man. He could not transform, nor could he see his family; the pack. He felt hopeless and empty. It was a human female that became his comfort. She was a Celtic; the same as he, fighting Caesar along side her brothers and father. Wolfe was entranced by way she would charge into battle fully naked, dyed blue from head to toe, and screaming like banshee.
She was the epitome of a warrior princess. Yet, she was yielding and reassuring on those nights when Wolfe ached to howl at the moon. She seemed not to notice his inhumanity, instead embracing him for who he was. The woman delighted in his simplicity, and his bravery. The wolf was starting to believe he was falling in love. This kind of story had been told by his kin for centuries; soul mates thrown together in the mist of war.
As the fierce fighting began to ebb, Wolfe followed the human woman to live along side her family in the woodlands. He didn’t know how to tell her the truth, yet he could not bear to leave her. The youths seemed inseparable, and Wolfe wished for it to remain so, finally confessing to the woman who and what he really was.
He took the young woman back to his den; explaining how he could walk among the world either on two feet or four paws. He showed her how he could shift as easily as the twinkling of stars and admitted though that his heart was animal, it beat fiercely for her human one. They were wed in a Celtic ceremony, and her people accepted him into their hearts and homes. The lovers were inseparable. Wolfe was devoted to his wife, and she became his whole world. He trusted her with his secrets, showing her his elemental magic and telling her about a family who lived not so far away in the wild woods. Wolfe’s wife’s love seemed to swell as he shared these truths with her. She had a secret to share with him as well; that she would bare his child.
Filled with jubilant happiness, the Fates had given Wolfe the push that he needed to show her the other part of his world. In human form, he led her to his den, introducing them as his family. Ambros as well as a few others changed into their human figures to greet her. The woman, who adored her life partner and the thought of having a child in such a magical place, was thrilled. As long as humanity could still be a part of her and the child’s world, she would raise him along side his brethren.
When the woman told her father however, he was not as tolerant. He banished her from their home, screaming of devils and the wrath of the moon goddess Cerridwen; Goddess of Dark Prophecy and the Underworld He swore that his daughter would not birth a progeny of such dark magic and meant to destroy the child even if it meant destroying her as well.
He appeared at nightfall with a group of elders, who believed as he did, that the shape-shifters were the bringers of swift death. The people saw the shifters as the gatekeepers to the underworld, bent on opening the pathway between the demon world and theirs. A fierce battle ensued. The humans set fire to the den and many of the packs females and their pups were killed instantly. Some of the wolves attacked in animal form, others transformed into human form to fight. Wolfe, who fought as man, killed most of the human warriors. At the end of the battle, all were dead but Wolfe and a few of the pack’s males. Blaming him for bringing the humans into the den and causing such great loss, they banished him from the den and swore that if he returned they would kill him swiftly. Wolfe was broken-hearted. The loss of his wife and unborn child left him betrayed and miserable as a human. The slaughter of his father and his brethren left him broken and with out the shelter of his home.
Weak from despair, Wolfe transformed into the massive wolf and lived as a beast for what seemed like an eternity. He ignored the growth and uprising of the modern day around him until his woodlands were burned and the reservations around him gave way to casinos and he was forced to face a humanity that had betrayed him.
Still he walks with one foot in the animal world; rather than accept mankind and their disastrous ways. Wolfe chooses not to become reliant on modern day conveniences, doing what he must in order to survive, even if it means hunting and living as an animal. Wolfe tends to withdraw from humans as well as his shifter kind. He believes he doesn’t deserve love or friendship from either, having failed his family and his wife. He lives at war within himself, torn between a soul that is part animal, part man.
Other Details You'd Like to Add: He is very much an animal still. I hope that we can tame him a bit
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RP Sample (required): Though the wolf had lived a millennia in his four-legged natural form within the wilds, the shifter had just recently begun to stalk on the edge of humanity. The world had definitely changed around him.
Woodlands had given way to bustling metropolis with tall structures reaching toward the heavens and horrifying metal beasts had taken the places of horses and foot for travel. Common man lived in lavish brick and stone houses instead of huts and wore brightly colored fabrics and shiny shoes instead of tunics and sandals. All of these changes both bemused and intrigued the Katagaria and Wolfe found himself watching the organized chaos from the safety of shadows in the outskirts of the forest area that bordered the human city.
Tonight the black paved paths on which the ‘metal horses’ moved were slick from an earlier downpour and winter’s last chill rose goose bumps on the tawny bare skin of the watching shifter. Perched on the roof of a low building at the corner of one busy intersection, the wolf wore his human form (including a pair of worn jeans he had confiscated off the drying line in someone’s backyard) and stared out at the people that shuffled along the walks below. His chest ached with a familiar pang that was always there; a pain that remained just as intense as it had been a hundred years before. He had no pack with which to travel and being an untamed creature of the wild he had no place with those delicate beings that moved on the street below him.
He had no place in the world. A creature that was utterly alone.
You would have thought by now Wolfe would have gotten used to his solidarity, but instead it seemed to have grown within him like a rampant weed, consuming the whole garden of his soul.
Even now the shifter focused on the conversations of the people below him; bewildered by their language and of the topics they spoke. He watched males and females walking hand in hand and mourned the loss of his own mate.
Was he destined to spend an eternity this way? He had breath yet after all this time but not for lack of trying. The misery had forced his hand so many times but he lived still! How miserable it was to live with one paw in the wilderness and one foot in the world of man.
Though sadly it was a destiny the Katagaria couldn’t fathom, but one he deserved for causing the slaughter of his family. In his mind this was the punishment the Fates had seen fit to deal him, for he had doomed his brethren with the love of a human woman.
Perhaps it was that very reverie that deceived the shifter’s gaze, for when he focused on the pale face on the concrete below it was the visage of his lost mate, Madeleine.
A low growl resonated in the wolf’s throat a moment before he leapt off the roof to land in a crouch on the damp pavement. He followed the female, ignoring the fact that she did not smell like the woman he had loved so long ago. Her hair was like spun russet silk, as was his human’s, and her frame just as slight.
She must have had some modern transportation to get there (or perhaps not) but the walk upon which they strode now gave way to the swamp were Wolfe sometimes hunted big, nocturnal animals. What in the heavens was the human doing, walking into such a dangerous situation and in with those pointed weapons on her feet?
The shifter trailed the female but kept some distance as was usual for him and humankind; though the deeper she went into the murky swamp the slower she began to move. Eventually he was leading her, and couldn’t help but pause when her appendage got stuck in the muck.
“There is large reptile just behind you in the shadowy depths. I would move with purpose, female.” Came a husky voice from between Wolfe’s lips, and he was as shocked as she was that the words were so steady and the warning within it so deliberate. The human was still inside if him. Deep, yes, but just at the corner of his conscience.
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