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Name: Vahn Hart
Alias: Wolf Boy
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gold with Gray Flecks
Height: 5'9”
Build: Lean
Age: Teenager
Race: Werewolf Curio
Outlook: Mine mine mine?
Martial Status: Single
Occupation: Badass
Dominant Hand: Right
Handwriting: Messy
Text Color: Like dis...
Image Songs:
Family:

Guardian: Donovan Hart
The Alpha Male of the house. His word is law. Damn.

Brother: Vance Hart
The runt of the house. Must Protect. His word is law. Damn again..

Distinguishing Features: Bushy Tail, Scruffy Appearance, Pointy Incisors, Sharp Looking Eyes
Odd Tidbits:

Four-to-Five Word Personality: Cheeky, Brooding, Sarcastic, Domesticated, Unrefined

Personality:

Fears: Silver
Issues:
Aspirations: None
Short-term Goals: Eat
Long-term Goals: Eat more
Hobbies:
Watching TV
Watching TV
Watching Movies
Watching TV

Talents:
~Keen sense of smell
~Shape shifts into a werewolf on a full moon

Likes:
~Meat
~Night

Dislikes:
People

History: ...





Name: Donovan Hart
Alias:
Hair: Terracotta with Blue dyed bangs
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'8"
Build: Lanky
Age: 20
Race: Human
Outlook: Perverted
Martial Status: Dating Xai
Occupation: Mechanic
Dominant Hand: Right
Handwriting: Neat and Precise
Text Color: Like dis....
Image Songs: Basic Element - Touch You Right Now
Family:

Father: Alive: Works as a the President of a big company in the City.
Mother: Deceased: Died giving birth to her only child, Donovan.

Distinguishing Features: Arched eyebrows, dexterous hands, dyed hair. bar-code Tattoo on his neck
Odd Tidbits: Speaks with a slight slang

Four-to-Five Word Personality: Assertive, confident, creative, outgoing

Personality:

Fears:
Issues:
Aspirations:
Short-term Goals:
Long-term Goals:
Hobbies:
~ Fixing things
~ Inventing things
~ Collecting Tea Sets
~ Collecting old broken junk and gadgets

Talents:
~

Likes:
~ TV
~ Women
~ Sex on a near daily basis
~ Taking apart gadgets

Dislikes:
~ Dirty Laundry
~ Expired Milk and other UFOs in the fridge
~ Prudes

History: Donovan left his old town due to accidentally blowing up his apartment. He had been the repairmen of the building, but liked using the basement to build his inventions, Unfortunately, he made a mistake and his failed machine caused a big fire, afterward causing a huge explosion. He had been able to evacuate the whole building before the big kaboom, luckily, but flew the coop to avoid the investigation.

So, with nothing but his coveralls, tool kit and his wallet, he set off for a new life.

Why had the door been left open in the Curio Shop? Why did a naughty little kid run loose, knocking things over as he perused the shop?
A book had been knocked off of the shelf. A self help book for new werewolves, or so it would seem; had anyone been looking at it.

Throughout the day, the book was kicked unknowingly across the floor, and eventually out the door. It was a very windy day, and the paperback book slid across the ground, it's pages flapping back and forth wildly.
Donovan Hart happened to be passing by, when he almost stepped on it. "Woah, geez. Who tosses a book?" He said to himself, trying to stop his bangs from blowing into his eyes.
The man bent down and picked up the book, holding it inside his coveralls in case those dark clouds produced rain.

The young man arrived at home, closing the door and breathing a sigh. What a windy day! He kicked off his shoes and walked into the living room to sit down, setting the book down on the couch beside him. He rested a bit, looking beside him at the title of the book. "So, You're a Werewolf: Self Help Book?" He knitted his brows, flipping a couple of pages where it lay. What a strange book, he thought.

Donovan picked the book up again and began to read, ignoring the storm outside, and Vance's shenanigans in the other other room while being engulfed in the book. It was pretty funny, he thought.
Until of course, the book started moving. The pages started to flip around wildly, and while Donovan stared at it with a look of bewilderment, the book transformed, dropping a teenage werewolf on his lap. The two stared at each other with befuddled expressions until the teenager raised a brow, his expression judgmental. "Who're you?" He asked in a snarky tone.

Donovan yelped and shoved the boy off his lap, sending the poor guy tumbling head over heels across the living room.
The boy stopped rolling practically sitting on his shoulders with his feet in the air. He rolled into a sitting position, rubbing his head and staring up at Donovan with a pout. "The Hell, man? That was cold."

Donovan blinked, standing up and beholding the teen on his floor. "You're one of those.. from that shop." And that meant one thing. No exchanges, no returns. This brat was his, whether he liked it or not. The teen raised a brow, not really caring what it was Donovan was talking about, he shrugged and looked around. "Got any eats?"
Donovan sighed. He was no Vance. Not even close.

They now sat at the kitchen table. Donovan had cooked up some meat on the BBQ, watching as the wolf boy dug into the thing with his hands, making quite a mess of himself while he was at it. "Listen.. we gotta make some rules." Donovan said in a harsh tone, crossing his arms.
The boy looked up, licking sauce off of his lips. If anything, that shove from earlier established that Donovan was the Alpha male. Better for him to give the man a little bit of respect. Only a little.
"You can stay here. You can eat my food, and Hell, I'll even give you a room and bed to sleep in." He paused, staring the boy straight on with intensity. e needed to be forward with this boy. "I have conditions. One: My word is law. Two: You keep messes to a minimum. Three: When I bring a woman home, you treat her like gold, or you stay the Hell away. Four: I have a son. His name is Vance. I'll introduce you in a bit, but there is something you must do while you live in this house. Protect that boy with your life. His word is also law, and I will not have you upsetting him without good cause." Donovan was well aware how sensitive the boy could be, so he was going to be a little lax on the no upsetting rule. His kid needed a little more backbone.

"Understood?" He asked, staring down the wolf kid. The boy swallowed his mouthful, nodding while keeping his gaze focused on Donovan. "Good.. also, try and learn some manners. Go wash up after you eat." Donovan stood up, about to prepare a room before pausing. "Name?" He asked.
"Ain't got one." The boy responded with a mouthful of food. Donovan nodded, sighing a bit. "Right. I'll get back to you on one.."

Donovan started to wonder how life would change. Was he some sort of nursery now? Geez..