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[slaughter beach, dog]

[slaughter beach, dog]

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The Shepherd family are long-term residents of Aspen Falls, and
just like most of the Shepherds preceding them, Andrew Shep-
herd and his sister are members of the local pack. Andrew and
his scruffy beard and grey beanie are a familiar sight to most
of the locals as he works as a paramedic for the small clinic in
town, but his medical training and occupation are also benefi-
cial to the pack. When it is needed, he acts as a makeshift doc-
tor for the pack and also offers his services without prejudice
to any drifters who pass through. When there's an incident, it
is often up to Andrew to make sure that the report doesn't in-
clude any details that may endanger the werewolves' identity.
Although Andy was born a werewolf and has no human experi-
ence to compare to, he considers his "condition" helpful in his
profession: he has added strength, immunity to certain dis-
eases and improved senses. He may have to use them with good
judgment to play the role of a human, but Andy would much

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rather risk his own safety than leave someone else
in trouble.
Andrew is someone who finds purpose and meaning
in helping others, and he apparently considers it
his personal mission to cheer up anyone who might
need it. He has struggled with his identity and try-
ing to find his place in the world in the past, but
transitioning and finding a job he loves has made
him into a confident and easygoing individual who

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𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀; Andrew James Shepherd
𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎; Andy, Shep

𝘼𝙂𝙀; twenty-five
𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍; trans man, he/him
𝙎𝙀𝙓𝙐𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔; bisexual

𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀; good samaritan
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎; werewolf

𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏; five foot nine
𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀; athletic
𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍; light golden brown
𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎; cornflower

𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙎; intricate fern on
both forearms
𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀; cedar & black
pepper

𝙁𝘾; Jake Gyllenhaal

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truly cares about others. Any prob-
lem isn't too small to earn his sup-
port, and he is a genuinely fantastic
listener. His sense of humour seems
to entirely consist of compliments
disguised as light-hearted teasing. Although
he is most often in a cheerful mood, he also
knows when to slow down and take things
seriously. He approaches others with skill
and sensitivity, especially when it comes to
difficult matters and situations. Andy is
someone who can truly be relied on, and
when he offers his help, you can trust that
he means it. He tends to give others the

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Although the situation in Aspen
Falls has recently become tense
with the arrival of the Elk Pass
wolves, Andy has dealt with all
kinds of drifters, and he doesn't
believe the Aspen Falls pack
should present itself as the ad-
versary of any other group, but
if something were to happen, he
would, without a doubt, look af-
ter his sister first and foremost.
Andrew is in the habit of spread-
ing himself too thin by attempt-
ing to care for everyone who
might need it, but he would nev-
er risk his sister in the process.

benefit of the doubt and he is not in the
habit of holding grudges, because he knows
that people make mistakes, and one bad
day doesn't make a bad person. This can
on occasion make him far too trusting or
willing to forgive others for repeated mis-
takes, but he tends to joke that his sister
is the one who thinks enough for the both
of them. This being said, Andy may be de-
voted to all sorts of causes, but he does
trust his sister more than anyone and is
not likely to dismiss her genuine worries.

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𝑰𝑻❜𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑻❟ 𝑰 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾!

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The Caines are one of the founding families of the Hunters'
guild, and it's not a secret that Saskia's parents have raised
her to assume one of the leading positions once she passes
her proving and becomes a full member of the guild. Saskia
has every intention to live up to the expectations the guild
and her parents have for her, but in reality, she has never
been a natural hunter, and no matter how hard she tries to
fit into the mold, she doesn't exactly embody anyone's ideas
of a fully fledged guild member.
Having grown up among the guild, Saskia believes vehemently
in its values and worldviews, but internally, she struggles with
the future others have in mind for her. She has a lot of inse-
curities that come from feeling like she is always falling short
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𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑵❜𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑶 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑬

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peers. Through-
out her life, she
has resorted to
pushing down
anything that
might clash with
her parents' ex-
pectations, which
has created a sit-
uation where the
Saskia that she
feels pressured
to be is often in
conflict with the
person she actu-
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𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀; Saskia Dawn Caine — 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎; none, prefers to be called Saskia
𝘼𝙂𝙀; twenty-two — 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍; cisfem, she/her — 𝙎𝙀𝙓𝙐𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔; gay (closeted)
𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀; the legacy — 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎; human

𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏; five foot five — 𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀; slender — 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍; dark copper brown
𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎; pale green — 𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙎; family crest (crane standing on top of an
arrow) around right wrist — 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀; rosemary & blackberries

𝙁𝘾; Kristen Stewart

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be rather awk-
ward, seemingly
never knowing
what to do with
herself unless
someone else is
there to tell her.
She's especially
skilled in manag-
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meanour tends
to be stiff and
unnatural as she

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𝑰 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰❜𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬!

𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲❟ 𝑰𝑻❜𝑺 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬❟ 𝑰❜𝑽𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺

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attempts to navigate any given social situation based on what
others expect of her. She often looks to others for guidance
and approval instead of taking a proactive approach to things.

Saskia isn't exactly meek, she merely has a habit of stumbling
her way in and out of situations and stammering through any
sort of confrontation where she can't use someone else as a
crutch. Even in situations where she doesn't have someone to
impress, she tries to fit herself into the idea others have of
her, which means she never really came to terms with her sex-
uality and isn't even sure whether she wants to come to terms
with it. Being a habitual people pleaser hasn't really allowed
her to think about whether this is the life she wants or who
she wants to be rather than what others want for her.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀❜𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬❟ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬❜𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑫𝑶

𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼

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i. farron giroux ii. twenty-four iii. cisfemale, she/her iv. demisexual
v. the passer-by vi. five foot four vii. dark brown hair viii. steel blue eyes
ix. lightly tanned; scars on her chest, knees and back xii. petite yet athletic build
xiii. prefers neutral to dark clothing xiv. sings in non-native languages
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LOADED GUN, WHO WILL KNOW, HERE GOES NOTHING, DEFEAT IS NO OPTION, NIRVANA, MANIA.
Farron is of a very complex nature, to say the least. To fully understand her personality, you'd simply have to watch the way she interacts with the places and people about her. You would have to watch the way she talks, the way she walks, perhaps even the way she changes her expressions. Only then could someone even begin to have an idea of how her mind might work. But to skirt the surface, it's very easy to dub her kindly with friends yet sharply alert and fierce. However, she isn't half so trusting as she is trustworthy. To those around her, she can come off as bright and cheery, always one to offer a hearty laugh at any horrid joke. But to those closer to her, it's easier to see the not too well hidden cracks in her dubious facade. Behind the quickly fading mask, she hides a number of things. Her pain, her fear. The rocky inner shell that conceals the bittersweet feelings so well. But by barricading them off from the rest of the world, they duplicate and grow--pushing and straining against their boundaries, aching to be heard, to be acknowledged--sometimes to near insanity. These things are almost dormant to those outside her. A hint of something here, a flash of pain crossing her features before contorting into a passive stone-like expression, is all they see. AN ARROW THROUGH TIME, MEMORIES FOR THE FUTURE, A FADING MIRACLE, RAISON D'ETRE, DRAMATURGY.

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not easily overwhelmed, observant, analytical, protective, stoic
± laid-back, mostly disciplined, normally easy to along with, rather cold upon first meeting, willing to lend a hand even to those she doesn't know
－ lacking in genuine empathy, distrustful, doubtful of her own abilities, intense

Farron had grown up in a tiny bungalow with her mother providing the entirety of the support for their two-person family. Her father had vanished in the earlier portion of her life but continued to exist in the form of stories told to her as she steadily grew older. From a young age, she’d known she was different somehow and the answers to all her unvoiced questions were given to her around the time that she began elementary school. Going to school was a risk, but it was something that she needed to experience, her mother would tell her and at first she didn’t understand but it wasn’t long until the stark truth had been handed to her. The enhanced senses and abilities that she’d had since birth had not been by coincidence. Farron learned to retain her composure when situations came about, having to control both her mind and body so that her biggest secret wouldn’t be revealed to those that would take advantage of it. Her mother taught her with a firm, but guiding hand and shouldered multiple jobs to keep them afloat amidst the ever-lingering threat. Hunters. At times her mother would be up for hours in the night, unable to sleep due to the shadow that their presence casted and it was around those times that Farron would hear her muffled sobs that spoke of how they’d taken her father. Words that she couldn’t tell her own daughter so that she wouldn’t have to live believing that maybe they could be next. As a result, Farron not only maintained her stoic facade for the sake of herself, but also so that her mother would not worry about her when she already had so much dealt to her. It was then that she started to become more self-aware than ever of both herself and those around her, using the wolf she had yet to become as a means of controlling herself. Her first year of highschool not only brought upon an atrocious snowstorm, but the hunters that her mother had been attempting to protect Farron from all her life. At the time, her mother had been working as the school’s guidance counselor when the school went on lockdown due to the entrenching flurries with the hunters soon following suit when they broke in. Unbeknownst to them, Farron and her mother had been profiled as only a couple of targets in an array of several other werewolves that had clung to their human skins as they did at the school. The hunters followed their trail upon Farron and her mother’s escape from the shelter against the cold, her mother desperate to get them out of the area but neither of them being any match for their tactics as they were driven into the countryside, further away from home than Farron herself had ever been. The hunters managed to maim her mother just before they finally lost track of them through the storm and with no time for relief and Farron growing frostbitten, her mother melted into fur and fang in hopes of offering her daughter a last respite. Farron could not remember being pushed into the hollow alcove of a bough until the static, freezing body of a serene silver wolf with a splash of crimson along it’s flank tore up every promise she’d made to her mother before. It was then that the mask Farron wore finally shattered and inky black fur pooled over her purpled hands, the sound of bone cracking chorusing with her voiced anguish as the first shift consumed her. Farron blamed only herself for her mother’s death, feeling that if only she had learned more from her before she’d died or if she’d gone out of her way to actively protect her, maybe things would’ve turned out different. Unable to face her human side any longer out of abhorrence, she lived solely as a wolf for years--never once shifting back until the feral haze that sunk it’s fangs into her began to gradually loosen its grip.
Her return to humanity included her finishing secondary school and pushing herself to achieve a life her mother would’ve wished for her. Balancing multiple jobs as she once had, Farron got herself through college, deciding to study in the architectural field as a means of finding a sort of inner stability in drafting infrastructure as well as creating art in general. The decision to relocate to a place like Aspen Falls was out of curiosity from what she had heard of the Elk Pass wolves as well as the desire to get away from the buzz of the bigger cities and suburban neighborhoods that fed her instinct to have all exits mapped out wherever she was.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA
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OVERACHIEVER
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BROODING TYPE [±]
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SUCCESSOR
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GOOD SAMARITAN
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PERSECUTION COMPLEX
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UNWAVERING SURVIVOR [±]
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LUPINE STRUGGLE [±]
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FOUND FAMILY
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there are many ways that emerson and her brother differ, one of the main being that she
has a much more difficult time extending a helping hand. trust does not come easy, and in
fact is something that only her immediate family has experienced. always being on edge a
nd watching everyone else's every move can be exhausting, and it shows. though she feels
it's the only way to keep her family and the pack protected. she's very aware that this isn't
her job alone, but she carries the weight on her shoulders as if it is. with this comes a sha
rp tongue and a need for confrontation. as you can imagine, it gets her in certain situation
s that wouldn't be deemed as desirable. she has the pack, but andrew is her truest friend.

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