The new occupants of Lund's hut

Name: Osmund, Ozzy Age: 25 Job: Mercenary Faceclaim: Colton Haynes Name: Jeremiah, Miah Age: 27 Job: Mercenary Faceclaim: Michael Trevino Name:Alessia, Vega Age: 22 Job: Healer for hire Faceclaim: Emma Roberts Name: Isaiah, Izzy Age: 23 Job: Mercenary Faceclaim: Alex Pettyfer I track the newoccupants tag

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"Well, aren't you handsome?" Dren said as she neared the man. "Ah, Jeremiah, yes? I've been sent with a delivery." Seeing that as explanation enough, she smiled brightly and gave the man a firm, friendly hug. "Stay safe, eh? You're too cute to be killed."

Miah grinned at her words, the red tint on his cheeks barely visible, and nodded to confirm that he was in fact Jeremiah. He eyed her over quickly before furrowing his brows ever so little. She didn’t seem like a courier, so what kind of delivery would she have for him?

He returned the hug,perhaps a little stiffly at first, but soon enough it turned into a warm and friendly hug. “You too, miss, and travel safely. The Reach can be treacherous at night,” he said after he had released his hold of her.

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"Do me a favor, eh? Don't take this the wrong way," Dev said before she placed a quick kiss on Vega's cheek. "Grey mages are odd, odd creatures."

Vega was in the middle of a conversation with her brother when Dev showed up. She held up a finger towards Izzy to get him to keep quiet for just a moment, and she looked at Dev with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Take what the wrong way?" was all she had time to say before the other woman kissed her cheek. A faint blush rose to her cheeks and she mouthed a ‘oh’ since all she had said suddenly made sense. "Yes…. yes, they are," Vega agreed with a nod.

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The hut seemed occupied, not that the state of it mattered to Leland. He let out a sigh and tracked down the one he had been sent for - Isaiah? Something like that. "Oy, you Isaiah?" he asked, looking the young man over. "Was sent here by some no-faced folks. Told me I had to give you a hug of all things." With a slight frown, the Imperial hugged the smaller man, before letting him go and patting his shoulder. "Keep yourself out of trouble."

"Hmm?" Izzy jerked his head up to meet the eyes of whoever had called his name. "Yes, I’m Izzy," he nodded and shortly after he furrowed his brows. "…Who are you?" he asked, but it seemed this stranger had other things on his mind. Thinking that a hug wasn’t so bad, he wrapped his arms loosely around the other Imperial in return.

"I’ll do my best, and safe travels." Isaiah replied after he had let go of Leland.

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Storn grumbled as he neared the house. Entire place reeked of wet animal. Werecreatures. Filthy, smelly things. Once he spotted the Nord he had been sent for, he wrinkled his nose slightly and approached. "Grey mages are cruel fiends," he said flatly and let out a sigh as a force of habit. "As such, they had tasked me with giving you a... hug." He scowled and pulled the young Nord into a hug, before releasing him just as quickly and dusting off his coat. "There," he said, before walking away.

Ozzy looked up from sharpening his sword, his expression flat and unimpressed. What did this walking corpse want with him? He elected to stay quiet, assuming the older Nord would explain why he was there eventually. “At least we can agree on one thing,” he grumbled and with a sigh he put the sword down.

Ozzy stood up to better get the hug over with so that he could be left alone again. He put one arm around the vampire, digging his fingers and nails into Storn’s shoulder blade, but not hard enough to cause any damage. Some discomfort perhaps, but nothing more.

"Don’t let the door hit you on the way out," he growled and jerked his head towards the door.

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#001 Osmund "Ozzy" Blackthorn

Ozzy was born and raised in Whiterun, and grew up an only child. His mother worked at the inn and his father was a city guard, something he later decided to become as well. He was trained in the use of two-handed weapons since he was quite young, and quickly grew fond of greatswords and battleaxes. 

The year he turned nineteen, he was enrolled with the city guards and was set to patrol Whitewatch Tower along with his childhood friend, Miah, and two other guards. 

One night the group of guards were attacked by something that appeared to be a large bear, one guard lost his life and Ozzy nearly lost his if it hadn't been for Miah and the third guard who managed to take down the creature. Ozzy was taken to the temple in Whiterun where the priestess managed to patch him back together, but it still took him a couple of weeks before he was fit to head back to work. 

What he didn't know was that the creature that had attacked them was a werebear, and it had passed its disease onto him. By the fourth week after the attack Ozzy was feeling out of himself; tense, agitated and even more short tempered than usual. On the night of the full moon he was forced to leave his post at Whitewatch Tower and fled up the hill where he transformed for the first time. 

The following month Ozzy spent most of his time outside the city in the company of Miah, and the two boys would go hunting together like they used to do with their fathers. Ozzy confided in Miah and told him what had happened, everything since that night the creature had attacked them at the watchtower. It was then Miah suggested they moved out, somewhere away from people.

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Lycanthropy Headcanon

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With a growing number of werecreatures in my list of characters, I figured it was about time I put down some basic lines for them. So far I have only dabbled into werewolves-and bears, so that is what I will be writing about below the cut.

A simple way to tell my werecreatures from a normal human?

Teeth; the person in question will most likely have elongated canines in human form

Eyes; depending on their mood their eyes will change color, most likely to an amber/brown tone with darker sclera.

Strength; they will be physically stronger than your average human, both in human and beast form. 

Voice; when angered they have a tendency to growl.

Silver; they have a weakness to silver weapons, or any silver that pierces their skin.

Diet; they are all, or at least most of them, opportunistic cannibals if offered human meat. Unlike your average human, raw meat will not upset their stomach. They also eat large quantities of meat in general.

Like their animal counterparts they have enhanced hearing and smell, and sometimes sight as well. This means a werecreature will be able to pick up on subtle changes in someone’s scent; adrenaline, pheromones, and other things that a normal human wouldn’t notice.

They seem to live in small family groups or packs, either with family members or other werecreatures in a well-established hierarchy. There is an Alpha who is in charge of the pack, and there can be several Betas in the same pack. The Betas serves as the Alpha’s second-in-command, and will act as new Alpha if something were to happen to them. Lowest on the caste of the werecreature hierarchy is the Omega, and they are expected to be submissive to everyone else. Omega werecreatures may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.

For me there are three ways of becoming a werecreature; You can either be attacked by one and contract the disease that way, you can be born a werecreature (but this requires two werecreature parents) or you can ingest the blood of one and become a werecreature yourself. Each of the three methods listed above has their own pros and cons, such as the ability to control your transformations or not, etc.