ABOUT BLUE || Did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?
CHARACTER BASICS
NAME: Blue Sweeney
AGE: Thirty-One
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him
FACE CLAIM: Dylan OâBrien
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5â˛11âł
DATE OF BIRTH: March 17th
ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces
LEVEL OF EDUCATION: N/A
OCCUPATION: TBD
HOMETOWN: New York
SPECIES: Werewolf
RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: Jewish
CHARACTER HISTORY [TW MENTION OF MURDER, ASSAULT]
Named after the hue he was colored in, Blue was born blue at 5:03 AM under humming hospital lights. The Sweeneys were meant to endure, almost to a fault, and he pushed through. It seemed, however, that this wouldnât be his only brush with death. The Sweeneyâs were part of an organization where the moment they took their first breath, it was encapsulated in an oath to protect the mortal, the innocent, and the mundane. Part of a hunting organization, their philosophies focused around the survival of humanity in a world that was slowly becoming overrun by the damned.Â
Blue was raised alongside many children, typically ushered after school into trainings that ran far past any typical childâs bedtime. Dark rings lived around his eyes, but it was hard to find sleep when you were told that nothing good ever happened when the sun went down. His parents served on the council and did all they could to make up for the fact that their children seemed meek, but it was the way they made them. They didnât want them on the front lines, or on a chair at that round table that put a target on their back. They wanted them alive. With his sister born deaf, he became her keeper and her protector.Â
Blue and his sister were thick as thieves, but something changed when Blue was of age to go out on hunts. There was a need to fend for himself and step away from the protection of his parentsâ name, and he pushed past expectation to meet whatever sense of honor he was suppose to carry. He excelled alongside the other children of the Elders, a promise just as much as a threat of a new generation that would soon take over when the time came. By twenty-five, Blue was studying in his parentâs shadow every inner working of the group and how to lead in the day their children would take charge.Â
While Blue may have been a perfect soldier, he was still human. Mistakes came with desires, and despite the need for rest, he went into town and away from the corner of the town he grew up in to go to the city. He looked to not fear the dark in the present of bright florescent lights, and found a different hunger under the moonâs bright. There he met a man that heâd run off with at any given moment, and soon enough, even sneak him into the compound he lived in only to help him jump away when the sun came up.Â
But all good things came with a price, and fate would be cruel. The man heâd come to care for was a untriggered wolf and his pack knew of Blueâs affiliation, and in turn, followed the wolf back to the compound to attack. The Sweeneyâs, along side most of the organization, were killed. The pack suffered loss, but not like Blue. In hopes of his survival, the young wolf turned Blue despite his wishes against losing who and what he was.Â
PRESENT DAYÂ
Itâs been nearly two years since the attack, and Blue is still in denial of what heâs become. He reconciled with the wolf that turned him and as they ran away from the scene of the massacre, theyâve only found more strife. They searched for a pack but there was no denying Blueâs previous vows with the brandings he carried. Theyâd be alone, a set of two that was still weak on its own.Â
Blue never turned away from his philosophies from being a hunter and to this day, still hunts supernaturals even if he reels them in under a guise of trust as one of their own. His partner found out, only to come to one compromise. Blue would track down the rest of his former pack, those who slaughtered his family, and end the cycle once and for all. Then, heâd find peace and heâd stop.Â
PERSONALITY
Heâs got dark and dry humor, but itâs what he allows himself in order to lie low. He doesnât want to be the chaos he once was, but it lingers behind his eyes. Anyone can see heâs more than what he lets himself be.
Heâs snarky and witty, and heâs a hard worker. Heâs very diligent but it seems that he doesnât put his effort where he should at times.
Heâs very quiet at first but when you get him talking, that shell is broken and left to rot.
HEADCANONS
He knows ASL from his sister.Â
Heâs grown a beard since leaving New York state and shaved his hair down.
He had a few tattoos here and there.
Aesthetics: the smell of sage tinted with the burning crinkle of the end of a cigarette in the dark, the ripple of flashing lights in a club over skin dripping in a cold sweat meant to make yourself slip out of the grasp of consequence with ease, the crack of a pill between teeth and the pinch of your cheek in between where a sweet coating mixes with the taste of blood, morning breath swallowed by a glass of watered down whiskey from the night before, laughter lines that split a face deeper than bloody knuckles.
His hunting group has a branding on their back and a set of ranking tattoos along their collarbone. The branding is a sun pointed downward into an upside down moon with a sword serving as the trunk of a tree in the middle of the design. The roots grown downward and come to a point. This is done as scarification at adolescence in his group.Â
WANTED CONNECTIONSÂ
His sister who is still alive and knows he was turned, looking to murk him
Members of the pack that killed his hunting group
People heâs sussing out as supernaturals
Witches he makes deals with, most likely potions to sedate himself if he can during full moons
Other werewolves who can be suss of two lone wolves in town, heâs been there for only three months!
Maybe someone who recognizes the hunterâs markÂ

















