Species: Moon Blooded Weyrwolf
Birthday & Age: 1830â˛s / appears 30
Rank: Hunter of Magnum Malum Lupis
Occupation: Runaway Driver for Hill Renegades
Neighborhood: Miller Heights, 2 beds 1 baths - lives with The Allegiant.
Residency Status: Newcomer, seven months
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
+ observant, patient, loyal, & straightforward.
- inflexible, feral, repressed, & relentless.
they often live in packs headed by alphas, they have a specific structure and the more powerful the pack the more powerful the weyrwolves inside it and vice versa, it is rare to see a wolf without a pack. weyrwolves age much slower than humans. if turned, they begin feeling the stages of delayed aging after their first full moon. one can be born a weyrwolf or they can be turned by another in wolf form, or in transition / on a lunar cycle. theyâre said to be created by wytches, much like vaympires who they hold natural aversion too due to their undead nature. wolves are aggressive by nature due to their animal instinct, although with time and willpower it can be tamed.
jonas was different than his siblings. they grew teeth, left the pack to seek their own mates and rear their own pups. while he still toddled at the end of every moon cycle and return as an infant human boy. of course, there was no one who lived freely in the pack. it wasnât a life easy, survival weighed equally on all of their shoulders, and if not for the she-wolf⌠she never held any wariness towards his otherness. the meat that went to his belly came from the mouth of his mother from the moment she raised him, and no different than her pups who later became his siblings. but careful, clever fingers were a useful boon to the pack and his humanity at times grew them stronger. time passed him quickly, jonas the guardian of generations, a life focused mainly on the next meal, rearing pups, and watching their territory. he defended his wolf pack fiercely. jonas couldnât have pups of his own, so beginning one was impossible, but if time had favored them Jonas could have lived that life for eternity.Â
things didnât stay so simple. the rising tide of humanity crashed against the wilds they hunted. the territory couldnât hold them, not a pack their size. they broke off, splintering and seeking out their own territory. he stayed with some awhile, but those dwindled too, and eventually there was no choice for jonas but to wander. he turned southwards, crept across the edge of cities, and came to some understanding of what he was. when there was the opportunity, he avoided humanity, but the further south he found himself, the wolf packs were fewer, smaller, and less keen to trust an outsider into their territory, let alone their dens, and it became ever more difficult to avoid.
too long since heâd heard one, the howl of a weyr drew jonas to it. it rang with a different resonance than he was used to. one of his kind. the call had come from a scout of the magnum malum lupis pack, but his approach was met with hackles raised and teeth bared. when his offer to meet was turned away, and jonas refused to allow himself to be, tail between his legs, there was only a fight left. in the wild, wolves rarely fought to the death; there was no sense wasting the energy or your life on something as petty as territory or a missed mate. but jonas had tasted blood before, and won his battle fair while the pack gathered around to observe it. when he was standing the victor, the alpha approached him, and jonas showed his throat, whimpering like a puppy when the other licked the blood from his muzzle. what was a weyrwolf without a pack?
to be accepted by the alpha allowed him to stay, but didnât make Jonas a true part of the pack. he hung at its edges, observing and trying to learn rules of his own kind. driven out by pity, curiosity or self-interest, jonas would never know, his Alpha began to hike into the woods to find him, and ask him questions that Jonas slowly came to understand and even slower to answer. the talks became something he enjoyed, and he began even to wait at the edge of the forest at the times his alpha would come.
eventually, he was asked if he might bring him to mingle more properly with the rest of the pack. jonas already felt he understood them, running during the full moon when there were at their most wild and true self, but his alpha insisted. it began a second life for jonas. he set up a room for him, in a farmhouse outside of town owned by one of the pack. theyâd been using it as an art studio, but jonas was so rarely in and so quiet, they didnât mind a bed in the corner and a cabinet for the few possessions heâd picked up.
the pack became his entry point into humanity. with that first crack, the flow became impossible to contain. eventually, those joining could barely place what was different about jonas from the rest. only maybe, that he seemed a little bit more in tune with his inner wolf. a little more wild. for his part, jonas wove himself silently into the structure of the pack.
the talks he had with the alpha continued, often listening while his leader unburdened himself, and only offering advice or comment when he thought it needed to be given. when new members petitioned to join, those he thought would only bring harm, jonas took it within his own right to be their challenger. for those already within its ranks, jonas was a silent guardian and a fixture of the magnum malum lupis pack. always willing to offer his aide, or be a pillar of support, and anything for the good of the pack, jonas still kept himself to itâs edges. even with his own kind, too much of him was something else to be truly one of them.
his longest and first friend, the disappearance of his alpha was a blow, and the wound made deeper by the struggle for his throne. jonas doesnât care much for the egos on display, but he cares even less for the way his pack suffers for their pride. moving into miller heights, jonas hopes being closer to his pack, he will better be able to guide the coming tides of change. though living in the city for the first time, even hill city, has been a trial that jonas wasnât expecting, and the problems facing his pack are more complex than he thinks a challenge to the death can solve.
â THE VAGABOND & THE EVERYMAN - while his stand on the former alphaâs offspringâs bid for power remains neutral, he is wary of the duoâs greedy eyes. he himself has never felt any great need for power, but he wonât stand for either of the thugs as his leader. he holds no trust with the duo, and has made it clear that he will do all in his power to keep them from the position of alpha - including a battle to the death.
His face claim is MAX IRONS and heâs played by JAY.
