The Wildfangs
According to Rory, fury is an ocean, and it’s no fun to stand and stare at an ocean if you never allow yourself to swim. Bit by a mutated dog as a child, she was abandoned by her family, who couldn’t fathom what she’d turned into, and while she’ll always appreciate Kristopher for taking her in, at a certain point, the Collective began to feel more smothering than nurturing. The Wildfangs were founded as an alternative, a looser, freer, and prouder pack that wouldn’t muzzle themselves for anyone. But Rory’s tendency to fly off the handle and deep prejudice toward other occults are at constant odds with her desire to be a confident and charismatic leader.
For most of her life, Lux was a perfect daughter, model pupil, and decorated girl scout. But one night, shortly after her 18th birthday, she took a wrong turn in the woods and ended up face-to-face with a feral werewolf. Everything she thought she knew about her future crumbled. In order to survive her new existence, she needed to reinvent herself. Eager to prove her newfound toughness, she pledged allegiance to the Wildfangs. After an intense trial period, she’s now Rory’s right-hand woman. And if you ever imply her bangs went white out of fright on the night she was attacked, she’ll kick your ass into next week.
Lou considers himself a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. His oft-uttered catchphrase: “I’m just here for the vibes, man.” He even took his werewolf transformation in stride and was more upset about blowing his chance with Celene. But at least she managed to save herself and they can still be friends. His major golden retriever energy makes him easy to get along with, though he’s also susceptible to trickery and keeps unwittingly getting caught up in Bianca and Kiril’s schemes. He always carries around a sketchpad (though he’ll only go so far as calling himself a “doodler”) and becomes a surprisingly good art critic when stoned.
As the owner of the Grimtooth Bar, Celene mixes an absolutely lethal drink, and she’s earned her place as an honorary Wildfang by allowing Rory to establish an underground training facility on her property. After all, better for new recruits to have shelter and support rather than being left to fend for themselves. She knows the terror of those first few days following an attack. She only managed to sweat the werebies out of her system by throwing back some fever-induced mishmash of hard liquor she no longer recalls. These days, when she’s not tending bar or wolf-sitting, she’s on a quest to rediscover that elusive antidote — and possibly an actual cure.
The Clawde to Bianca’s Wolfie, Kiril has been stacking petty crimes since he could run on four legs. After a couple prison stints, he’s wised up, believing he’s now got the art of small-time robbery down to a science. He’s tight-lipped when it comes to where he came from. After all, dwellin’ on the past never done him a lick of good. He ain’t exactly happy to be bossed around by an angry blue-haired wannabe hotshot who only just graduated from the school playground, but he’s simply biding his time until he can start a pack of his own. If he’s lucky, he’ll manage to poach a couple accomplices along the way.
The Wolfie to Kiril’s Clawde, Bianca ain’t exactly the brains behind their gas station hold-ups, but she’s more than once found herself piling on the lovably dimwitted charm to get the two of them out of a tight spot. Given free range of the trailer park she grew up in from a young age, she’s no stranger to sweet-talkin’ her way to exactly what she wants, and if it don’t come to her willingly, she’ll walk away with her claws firmly dug in anyway. Between bouts of her on-again-off-again relationship with Kiril, she’s down for a good time with just about anyone who asks, so long as they don’t mind parting with a few valuables after.
Chris is a bit of a werewolf of all trades. He’s just as likely to be filling the role of bouncer at the Loft as he is to be serving as assistant bartender at Grimtooth, hoping that his hustle and versatility will give him a leg up in the big, bad world of adult employment. At the same time, money has a habit of disappearing from his wallet the moment it lands there, and sometimes his mouth runs faster than his brain can shut it up, making gainful employment the least of his problems. For him, going beast mode is the ultimate way to blow off steam; in those moments, no one is safe from being swept up in his path of destruction.
She may still be a new recruit who’s yet to graduate from the training bunker, but Kenzi is the go-to source for the latest on Wildfang drama thanks to her stealth eavesdropping skills. She thrives on gossip and isn’t exactly known for keeping secrets. But if you don’t mind everything you tell her getting back to everyone else, she’s a blast to hang out with, a pro at pulling pranks, and a master of the mosh pit. You can usually catch her headbanging in the front row at the Loft, where she helps book shows. You know you’ve officially made it out of your mom’s garage when Kenzi comes calling.
Aubrey grew up on a steady diet of supernatural young adult novels and urban legends passed down by her trucker father, who always claimed he’d seen more of the world than was visible to the average eye. She can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to be a werewolf, and now that she’s dating Alyssa her dream is closer than ever. But the Collective has a stick up its ass about who can be turned and when, so Aubrey’s been cozying up to the Wildfangs, whose hands aren’t as tied by longstanding norms. So far, Rory isn’t convinced she can cut it, and Alyssa is too nervous to get involved, but Aubrey is nothing if not persistent.
(One more shout to @charsimsalot and @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants for talking werewolves with me!)
