Aaron Sheppherd

[Aaron Sheppherd]

Aaron Sheppherd

39. Werewolf. Time to shed the mortal disguise For the beast is coming to life Taking form in the glimmer of this tainted moonlight BASICS Character full name: Aaron Sheppherd Nick name or alias: Shep, Chief Height: 5 feet 9 inches Body type: Stocky Age: 39 Gender: Male PERSONALITY: Aaron can be close-mouthed and taciturn when you first meet him, more likely to ask questions about you rather than talk about himself. Even when you do get to know him, he’s the quiet one of the group. He has a dry sense of humour and can be sarcastic.  Some would describe him as cold and uptight but that’s mainly because he watches what he says, knowing that one slip of the tongue could put him at the top of some hunters’ hit-list. He’s analytical in his work, methodical and careful, not wanting to miss anything. He’s loyal to the people under his command almost  as much as to his family; the kind of person you’d want at your back in a fight. His extra strength means that he’s pretty much fearless when it comes to dealing with every day issues at work and he has a reputation for being the first man through the door. He has a tendency to take junior members under his wing, teaching them everything he can. To those he can come across as fatherly, warm and overprotective. FRIENDS AND FAMILY: Parents: Jack and Clara Siblings: Alec (older brother), Alice (younger sister) Extended Family: various pack members Important Others: none HISTORY: Born at the foot of the Colorado mountains, Aaron is the second son of  pureblood werewolf Alpha couple. While he was growing up his parents instilled a sense of Pack, pride in his family members. But more than that, they instilled a sense of right and wrong, and honour. Aarons early years were spent in an almost double life. Childhood was spent attending a local small-town school of less than 200 studentswith his siblings and packmates mingling with humans. He was an average student, a member of the football team and had a small group of close friends. While it was possible that some of the town elders knew what Aarons family group were, an agreement was reached years ago that each side would leave the other alone. That didn’t mean that folks didn’t take precautions though and it was common to see shotguns and sidearms mounted in cars and houses. Weekends were spent learning how to control his werewolf side, wrestling with his brothers for dominance. His pack were what his eldest brother laughingly calls “vegetarian”. This isn’t to say that they didn’t eat meat, far from it. Just that they ate animal hearts instead of humans. It was drilled into them what would happen if they started down the dark road that was attacking humans - Rogues were not tolerated and were hunted down ruthlessly. When he finished high school he enrolled in the army, spending four years serving his country before being shot. For most people this would’ve ended their career and as he was pretending to be normal, he took the honourable discharge and went home. Boredom soon set in and as he hated to be sat doing nothing he applied to be a police officer. Over the years he worked his way up to homicide detective with a little help from his werewolf senses ensuring he had one of the highest solved case rates in the city. As his brother is first in line to be head of the pack (Alpha), Aaron is a Beta and tasked with pack security. This includes him tracking down rogue and out of control werewolves. Over the years his name has been passed on to hunters as a werewolf expert and his status in the police department means that he is better suited to cover up werewolf attacks as plain murders. EXTRA INFORMATION: Aaron is a pureblood werewolf, meaning he was born a werewolf. He can control his transformation instead of being forced to change with the full moon. As a pureblood, he doesn’t need human hearts to survive; instead eating fresh animal hearts. Whilst most people who are bitten forget what they’ve done in their animal form, a pureblood keeps some elements of his human character and remembers everything they’ve done whilst transformed. He also keeps some elements of his wolf side whilst human – namely strength, speed and enhanced senses. He hunts down rogue werewolves both pureblood and bitten that attack humans, knowing that it’s the only way to ensure the safety of himself, his pack and others like him. He’s considered a werewolf expert by those in the hunting world and as far as he knows, there’s only one person who’s ever figured out what he was. That person is now dead, but not by Aaron’s hand. WRITING SAMPLE: Please select one of the following prompts and use it to write an RP sample of at least 200 words as the character you are applying for. Please delete the prompts not used: 4. It's been a super long, exhausting day and all you want to do is go home, take a long, hot bath or shower, and get in bed. You didn't even remember that today was your birthday until you walked into your home and flipped on the light, only to be greeted by at least a dozen people popping out from their hiding places and yelling "Surprise!"... Tired, that was one way to describe it. Monumentally exhausted would be another one. His day had started before the crack of dawn with a call to a crime scene; a suspected second victim to a case he'd pulled two days ago. Originally it was just a random mugging with the victim ending up deceased but when another body turned up he'd been called at ass-crack o'clock, dragging his team out of their warm beds to find the culprit. Once their investigation had been started and things were underway, he'd gone on  to review other cases that were open. The sad fact of life was that there was always someone dying. Test results started coming back and then there was paperwork to finish before he could drag himself out of the precinct and home. Which brought him here, walking through the door with his feet dragging. It was late, but not so late that the pizza place down the road would have stopped delivery and he had every intention of demolishing a large meat feast before falling unconscious on his bed. Dragging a hand down his face, he unclipped his gun, drawing it halfway as the yell came. It was up and aiming around the room almost without his thinking about it. Only years of practice stopped something drastic happening before his sleep-fogged brain caught up with what was going on. He registered the familiar faces of his team scattered around his living room and realised what they were there for. He hadn't even remembered it was his birthday. One of the younger members of his team walked over, a sheepish grin on his face. "Happy birthday, Chief." he said, holding out a cold beer. "I guess we coulda thought this through better." ImpYCelyn. GMT. Chris Kane Rules codeword: -Password approved by the Preceptor-

thanks brooklyn from caution, shine and atf!

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[Aaron Sheppherd]

okies, I've taken out the bit in question. Hope thats better

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