A little pinned note for my other blogs. So my partners always know where to find me;
@waywardcollective - Scifi/Thriller 1920s OC
@xnecromantia - Necromancer OC
REY'S BIOGRAPHY
General Information
Name: Reynardine Gethin Bowen Gender: Male Birthday: 7th February Birthplace: Barrow Hill, Wales Race/Nationality: Werewolf/Welsh Sexuality: Homosexual Height: 5'5"
Verses: main ( v; send me on my way )
punk/70s ( v; tell me sweet little lies )
cannibal/serial killer ( v; dark suspension )
The Disappearance of Alis Davies
“Please,” she spoke, voice wavering. The boy was staring at her, but he appeared distant – startled, almost. She recognised him as the son of Siobhan and Bryn Bowen, who lived up on the hill. They were ever pleasant, but their boy was quiet. As she held out the missing poster of her daughter, his hand lifted slowly until he finally accepted her plea. The more people made aware, the greater chance of finding Alis in such a small community. Barrow Hill was a picturesque town set within a valley, surrounded by woodland, making it impossible for nobody to have seen her daughter somewhere. But it had already been a week, and she was slowly doubting a positive outcome. Her heart was full of hope, but her mind played tricks on her. In that moment, she believed that Reynardine would bring Alis home; the missing link to her disappearance.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke, voice wavering. The woman was staring at him, and she appeared distraught – desperate, almost. He recognised her as Cathryn Davies, who lived near the lake. He went to school with her daughter before he dropped out, and she had been kind to him. As he stared back at Alis’ photograph, dark-haired and doe-eyed, he felt his breathing restrict. The more people made aware, the greater chance of them finding out the truth in such a small community. Barrow Hill was a boring town trapped within a valley, but at least the surrounding woodland gave it character. He envisioned leaving one day, escaping the confines of his childhood and finding purpose elsewhere. His heart was full of optimism, but his mind was a mess. In that moment, he believed Cathryn knew what he did; he was the missing link to her daughter’s disappearance.
“I’m really sorry,” he ended, feeling her watching him as he walked away. His vision blurred and he felt nauseous, knowing that he had just agreed to help search for the girl he had killed.
Jordan Powell
It all began with the boy in the woods. His name was Jordan Powell, and Reynardine found a friend in him. Brought up in a town of lost causes, where children grew up but never left, the young Bowen knew that his future lay elsewhere; he refused to fall victim to a life of working and dying in Barrow Hill. Making the decision to drop out of school, he planned to travel across England and see what fate offered him – but she had other ideas. The woodland was the one solace in Reynardine’s life, spending most days there when reality became too much. Isolated, he could imagine what lay beyond the trees and find himself in a better place.
After a while, the woodland were no longer his own. There was another boy exactly like him, and Reynardine noticed how quiet the trees were without his friend. For such a tight-knit community, he wondered how he’d never seen or heard of Jordan before, but that was perfectly fine. They got along like a house on fire, and the young Bowen pushed his plans aside; he had a reason to stay. He could manage to tolerate Barrow Hill for a moment longer.
Like clockwork, his friend appeared every day and on the hour. That changed one day, and Reynardine realised that he should have asked more questions about Jordan. Where he lived, for example, or what he was doing in the woods on the first day they met. The more he thought about Jordan, the less information he came up with. However, the only information he knew about the boy was that he had an older brother, Derwyn, who appeared every now and again to collect Jordan. He never once held a conversation, so he thought nothing of him.
The last thing Reynardine remembered from that day in the woods was the sight of Derwyn knocking him to the ground, pain shooting across his collarbone as the trees blurred into darkness. When he next woke up, he was miles away from his home, confused and frightened; he had no idea what day it was, and how he even managed to make it that far. As he slowly made his way home, Reynardine was painfully aware of how hungry he was.
He never saw Jordan again, nor Derwyn. It was as though they never existed in the first place, and life continued to be boring after that. Barrow Hill appeared the same, but something had changed; the houses seemed brighter, the lake smelled stronger, and Reynardine could taste things in the air. Whatever happened in the woods, he was a changed person. His appetite had increased, his vision was sharper, and he was far stronger than before. But he was still growing and developing, so it all made sense – or so he thought.
On the night of his first transformation, Reynardine was convinced that he was dying. The fever hit him hard, and he had an over-whelming desire to return to the woodland. So he did. He spent that night feeling his bones crack, shift, and morph into a body that wasn’t human. Gaining his claws and fangs made him realise what he was; a werewolf. Every horror comic he’d read had given him that knowledge, and suddenly, everything made complete sense. It did nothing to reassure the situation, however – especially when he woke up once more, clueless about what happened the night before.
Reynardine spent the next few days searching for Jordan, demanding an explanation. He had no idea how to deal with being a werewolf, and his searching came up with nothing. Every day, his hunger increased until regular food did nothing to will it away. The voice inside his head – the voice he nicknamed The Wolf, told him to hunt but he refused; he didn’t even know how to. It was how, exactly one week later, that he met Alis Davies and her enthusiasm about leaving for university in a few days. Except she never made it that far, because the monster inside Reynardine decided to steal away her happiness. Afterwards, as he no longer felt hungry, the guilt stayed with him.
He had promised to search for Alis. He had looked her mother in the eyes and apologised.
Reynardine Bowen
After the incident with Alis Davies, Reynardine wrote a note to his parents to say that he was leaving. Taking what little belongings he had, the werewolf took the next train to England and fled. He was afraid that by staying, he would end up harming more people and he could never forgive himself for that.
It has now been eight years since he left Barrow Hill, avoiding being recognised by changing his appearance by way of letting his hair grow and getting tattoos. Reynardine never stays in the same place for more than two days, hopping between towns and hitchhiking whenever he can. Over the years, he’d managed to control The Wolf by surviving on animals alone and avoiding humans whenever he felt the hunger return.
Reynardine is quite the gentle soul, often looking out for others rather than himself. Despite his situation, he is never seen without a smile and can be described as being a child at heart. Even being homeless never gets him down, as he is always grateful for the chance to stay in hostels every now and again. Reynardine will make friends with just about anybody, and warms up to strangers quite easily once he can place his trust in them.
A lone wolf, the young Bowen has no pack and prefers to keep it that way. He likes to keep to himself, and is far too independent to be tied down by structure. Keeping it modern, Reynardine has no qualms with other supernatural creatures, unless they give him reason to. Where elder werewolves are prejudice against vampires, Reynardine has no reason to hate them. He’s not one for confrontation, and plans to keep his life simple and care-free.
