Human Name: Evrian Lowe (
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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Patrol: White Shadow
Appearance: Lithely muscled with a very slight tan and deep green eyes, Evrian’s most striking feature, at first glance, is his hair. Left long just past his shoulders, it falls in soft waves of pewter, taking on a gentle ice-blue gleam in daylight. His overall appearance as a vibrant, striking young man is ruined, however, by the dark depths of his eyes. They seem to hold no warmth whatsoever towards anything except the wolf he has dedicated his life to, his partner CinderFrost.
Personality: Normally cool and reserved, he takes on a suave, playful manner around young women; pursuit of their beauty is his vice, though he stops short of taking on a steady girlfriend or lover. His interest is seemingly only superficial, however; he prefers playing games of chase, seeing the reactions his flattery and gentle voice evoke in unwary young women, rather than the actual conquest itself. Around other males and his superiors, he is all seriousness, respectful and fairly agreeable. When off duty, however, he prefers to keep to himself, either doing nothing at all, or exploring the area near the fort with CinderFrost. If someone gets on his bad side, it takes quite a bit to goad him to action. He prefers to play word games and will act derisively towards those who have lost his respect. Only high levels of repeated aggravation will goad him towards physical retaliation, but he packs a punch if he’s ever pushed that far. Getting on his good side just doesn’t happen, however; either he dislikes you, or he is agreeable towards you, but he doesn’t pursue the bonds of friendship or a serious relationship. Though he normally runs on an even keel, when his mother’s birthday or the anniversary of her death approaches, he becomes increasingly morose and withdrawn. Rumor has it he dips into the bottle on his time off during these painful anniversaries, but he has never been seen drinking while on duty, only drinking in private at these sorrowful times.
History: His father was a Wolfrider who died when Ev was three, so he was raised by his widowed mother, Emira, and his spinster aunt, Cam, in the City. He was a kind, attentive boy, full of vigor in his step and sparkle in his eyes. When he was 11, however, both he and his mother fell gravely ill, and Aunt Cam had to care for them both. Emira insisted that her sister give the best of the medicine to her young son, saying that his growing body was in more danger than her own. Cam begrudgingly agreed, since it was winter and the medicine was in shortened supply. Evrian pulled through, but the sickness lingered within his mother, who slowly died from the ailment, passing away before spring arrived. He was devastated, blaming himself for her death, believing that if he hadn't been sick, she wouldn't have had to give up her portion of the medicine. Aunt Cam took over rearing Evrian, but the loss of his mother soured his mood and personality, causing him to withdraw from forming any permanent, close bonds with others. He vowed to become a Wolfrider, and joined the Academy as soon as he was able, striving to put the memory of his loss behind him, and hoping that he could do so by dedicating his life to protecting others. His fear of establishing a relationship with anyone – especially women -- aggravates Aunt Cam to no end; she constantly nags him in her letters to settle down and take a wife. After all, he’s only getting older and most young men his age are married, some even with precious children. But the only breathing creature that has found a place in his heart since his mother’s death is his wolf partner, who is rarely away from his side. The closest he’s ever come to a girlfriend is a young woman named Chloeste, who has shown an interest in him for years, but never received even the mild flirtations he offers to any pretty girl. Still, she’s the one human he’ll tolerate around him for long stretches of time when he’s off duty.
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