Name: Sirius Vanderbilt
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Role: Loner
Personality: Aggressive, assertive, and hard headed. He doesn't find himself agreeable with most others of his kind, as he lacks any respect for authority other than his own. Sirius has tangled with many alphas and betas in the past over lack of respect for territory lines. He believes that nothing, no 'birth right' or silly pack games should give one person the right to rule over others with an iron fist. Or, perhaps he just likes to throw his weight around. Whatever it may be, he has never settled into a pack.
He's a free spirit; one could say that much at least. Sirius does as he pleases, despite whoever it may
displease. Luckily, aside from picking fights, he's mostly harmless. He doesn't use his abilities to harass humans, nor does it like it when others do. He wouldn't go picking fight with innocent people, and he certainly wouldn't kill anyone.
When not being a hot head, Sirius can be rather charming. He enjoys rolling into new towns, hanging around popular bars, flirting with waitresses and drinking with locals, then going on his way after a week or so. Sometimes, he's run off by local wolf packs or vampire populations. As far as vampires go, he's not too fond of
them, either.
Appearance: Sirius is a vagabond, and looks the part as well. While not dirty, he has a certain rugged shabbiness about his appearance. His favorite leather jacket is well worn and comfortable, his jeans have holes, his boots are scuffed, and his skin is tanned from the sun. His hair is dark brown, shoulder length, and messy with curls and waves. His eyes are dark brown and a bit wild with a little cheeky glint behind them. He's six foot even, and has a fairly muscular build.
His
wolf form is large with dark brown fur. He poses an intimidating threat to a single foe, perhaps even two.
History: Sirius grew up in a werewolf pack with his parents. He was a happy child, with loving parents, and a good family. He lived a good and easy life until he was about 12, when a new pack encroached onto his own pack's territory. The alpha, a cruel and power hungry man, wanted to absorb their ranks to grow his own already large and powerful pack. But Sirius's alpha could see just how despicable this stranger treated his pack and others, and refused to have anything to do with him.
This quickly meant war. The two packs fought, and although Sirius's family fought hard and brave, they were desperately outnumbered. Only a handful of wolves of his own pack survived, most of whom had children to care for. For the sake of the kids, they surrendered rather than leave the young ones orphaned. Sirius's mother was among those to survive; his father wasn't so lucky.
But his mother, like him, had a fiery temper. She had no respect for an alpha that ordered the murder of her husband, and it showed. This earned her a fair amount of strife from the alpha's loyal pack members. Sirius picked up on this, and this deep seeded his lack of trust in authority figures. Eventually, he would lose his mother as well. When the alpha found a new pack to tear apart, she and several others refused to participate, sealing their fate.
Sirius, now a teenager, fled. From that moment on, he refused to join any other pack, and he refused to let anyone give him orders that didn't suit him. He's made fur fly on several occasions due to this lifestyle. Sometimes, one has to wonder if he just likes the fight.