Jonathon (Jon) Bradford Wellington III

The above picture is of Travis Wellingham, the best actor ever.

Age:
346 (Appears to be about 30)


Race:
Lycanthrope (Werewolf) Half-Breed


Rank:
Beta Male (City Werewolf Pack)


Status:
Single


Personality:
You couldn't find a person who was generally as happy as Jon. He's a kind soul who cares for the ones around him, and would do anything for the pack. He's never had a craving for power, which makes hima good Beta. Jon usually follows orders given to him by the Alphas, but he will do what he believes in best for the pack; even if it means disobeying orders.

Jon is basically a happy guy who follows his heart. Sometimes hsi choices seem dark or wrong, but he knows the differance between right and wrong. Jon wants nothing more than to have fun and to make the most out of life, no matter what happens. He'll almost always look on the bright side, no matter what happens.

Jon is selfless. He'd willingly throw his life away to ensure his friends and loved ones are safe.


Appearance:
As a human, Jon has short dark brown hair; which always looks messy and sticks up in places. His light brown eyes often look welcoming and kind, eyes that you could easily lose yourself in. His current age appears to be thirty-three. Whenever his hair gets too neat for his liking, you'll see Jon run his hands through it to mess it up a bit. He dislikes when things are perfect, and his body is no exception. Jon's face has a loose looking beard; as though he hasn't shaved in a little while, though it's never more than some scruff. A crooked smile is often implanted on face, sometimes, even in times of trouble.

Jon has the build of what could be considered a professional athlete, though he'd never consider playing. His muscles are well toned and definded on his tall stautre of 6'3". Jon's skin is a slight tan, that seems rather pale for someone who is out in the sun a fair bit. Though, he often blames this on being locked up in his Garage working on some new bit of technology.

When Jon takes the form of a werwolf, he has messy fur which sticks up in several directions, much like his human self. He has a shiney, dark borwn pelt. Jon's usually brown eyes turn a deep amber colour, which still hold the same kind and welcomeness in them. Even as a werewolf, Jon retains most of his human like qualities. A monster that looks scary, but not rabid; a creature you could approach if you could fight back fear.


History:
Jonathon was born on September 28th, 1661, in a small village that no longer exists. He was named after his father, as the third Jonathon in his family name. He lived a peaceful life, and left home at the age of sixteen to explore the unknown world. By the time he was twenty, he was a well known explorer in most parts (he later removed all records of himself from history).

Jn journeyed far and wide, his adventures eventually leading very far into unknown territory. While exploring an unknown forest, a large wolf attacked him. The was was savage and by the time the attack was over, Jon was barely alive. By unlikely chance, his small group of explorers found and saved Jon, to an extent.

Surprisingly, Jon's face was completely uninjured. His back, chest, arms, shoulders, and legs were a different matter. He was covered in injuries, and left to rest in a small tent to recover. When Jon awoke, he felt odd. He felt more animal-like, more wolf like. It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened. Werewolf tales had been spreading across the lands, though Jonathon had excused the rumors as superstition.

It was after his first transformation that he understood what he was. It took at the will power he had to keep from harming his friends, the one who'd saved his life (though he figured who would have lived anyway). To spare them, he tore apart the tent, and his own things, making sure to drop plenty of blood. He didn't want them to continue to believe he was a live. Though Jonathon Bradford Willington the third was alive, he was not what any could remember.

Out of all the things Jonathon had lost, he missed his family the most. He knew he could never see them again, not to show his parents what he'd become. They'd been proud of him, and they would forever remain proud of the explorer who gave his life to find the world. No, he was a monster now, for the reast of his life. Humanity didn't branch as far as werewolves as far he was concerned, he would wander the lands forever.

Through time, Jon lived perfecting his wolf abilities. Mastering the way he transformed, moved, hunted, and faught. Jon also seen time change through the centuries, into great things. He became fascinated by cars, and decided to rejoin humanity. Jon knew he had the power to keep from hurting people, so he started his quest to become a mechanic.

Eventually, Jon believed he was human, on the outide anyway. People often seen him as a good guy, and he felt accepted. Jonathon knew how to control his impulses, and wanted to settle down. He married a young woman (to him anywaym she was about 30), by the name of Marie. She was aware of what he was (he'd shown her what she was, to warn her), but she couldn't deney the feelings she felt toward Jonathon.

Jonathon had saved a fair amount of money, and was quite wealthy (not that he cared to show it off). He owned a nice, four bedroom house in which Marie and he lived together happily. Four years passed, during which Jonathon was gifted. He had a two year old son, and a four month old daughter.

Jonathon Lupin Wellington IV was the name gifted to his son, and Isabelle Wellington was his daughter. To Jon, fifteen years passed like a day, he was happy, but there was one problem. He was the same. His kind eyes watched as his son turned seventeen and his daughter turned fifteen (this was in about 1988). His wife also changed, but he was forever the same. He was glad to see his children unaffected by what he was, but they wondered what he was.

He continued to look thirty-three for years, though his family never asked, he knew they wondered. Jonathon knew this was becoming difficult, and he'd have to tell his children why he never changed and why he'd leave at full moons. He had too.

It was a dark night, when Jonathon returned home from work. he was late, and ended up losing track of time. He'd been bulding a car with spare parts for a cilent. His home was empty, quiet when he returned home. He figured they must have went out for dinner, so he settled in to do some light reading. An hour later, a knock brought him out of the world he was aborbed into, the compelling story of the werewolf. How obsurd he found some stories to be, but human didn't know better.

When he answered the door, two police men greeting him with horrible news. His family had went out to dinner as he'd thought (those had been the plans), but they had been killed by a crazed man. The man had been killed by the police, with no way around it. Jon's family was gone, he was alone once more. His heart plunged into darkness and sorrow. But, he mangaed to go on with life.

Marie had always told him to stay strong and keep moving forward (she'd suffered a tragic loss in the past). She believed the best way to honour the dead was to go on living. So, that's what Jon chose to do. He continued to work as a mechanic, and live his life. Though, he felt empty and alone.

Eventually, in 2004, Jon opened up his own garage; entitled, "Jon's Garage" (imaginative name, no?). He smiled all the time, and seemed happy. Jon had never truly gotten over his loss, but he knew he had to be strong. Jonathon, Marie, and Isabelaa would've wanted him to live on. He was as happy as his mind could allow. Everyone around him believed him to be happy and heathly, though none of them had ever went to his home.

Once his family had passed on, he'd left the rooms the way the were. Never moved a thing (as they were always neat and tidy). He'd removed his clothes from his and Marie's former bedroom, into the spare. Photo albums and pictures were everywhere in his house. Scattered and kept clean. He keeps the rooms as a reminder. The only things he has left in the world to live for.

This is the reason Jon smiles and hasn't specifically went out to seek a new "mate". He'd lost his family twice. Once in the beginning and once in his new start. He didn't want to feel the pain again.

He met Aelah in 2005, and they quickly became friends (when he helped her with some car trouble, free of charge). Eventually, he learne dof her pack and joined, gaining ranks quickly. Jon felt happy, truely happy. He knew he wasn't in love, but it had been a long time since he'd had an actual friend. Aelah was more help then she probably knew, but Jon was Jon again. Not the role he'd been playing, he felt relatively full again. It'd been far too long since he'd felt that way.

So, now Jon lives a peaceful life, happy and almost content. He has a nice Garage around the edge of the city, which is quite popular for it's kind workers and fair prices. Jon has a few employees and apprentices at the Gatage and enjoys mechanics and the new and changing technology.

Jonathon is currently Beta male of Aelah's pack, with a smile on his face and no intention of becoming an Alpha. His passion is definatly mechanics. He won;t ever forget hsi past, but he can live through the pain. He is rarely seen with a happy smile these days.

Enola Flo Hakidonmuya
Translation (From Native American): Solitary Arrow (of the) Time-of-the-Waiting-Moon


Age:
891


Gender:
Female


Race:
Lycanthrope (Werewolf) Pure Blood


Rank:
Currently Holding no Rank -- Marrok Pack


Status:
Single


Personality:
Calm and mysterious, Enola is generally a wise member of the Marrok's pack. She is relatively silent and serious, rarely speaking more than needed or acting immature. Even as a child, she was serious beyond measure.

Enola has a natural distaste for anything mechanical or too technologically advanced. She was raised on the tribe's old ways and prefers to stick to them; feeling even uncomfortable in a room with a fridge or mass produced furniture. As such, she spends all the time she can in wolf form as to avoid such distasteful things.

Her wit is her greatest weapon (though the superhuman strength doesn't hurt either) and she generally prefers to fight with her brain then her brawn. Unlike many others, Enola has no want to gain ranks of any sort; she is quite comfortable being a 'grunt'.

Like most in the pack, she is extremely loyal and would die for the pack, even if many don't live by the old ways (which she dislikes). Enola believes the old tribal ways should be followed and they should revert to the old ways and get rid of the damn fridge (to hell with Malcolm and his orange juice). Though, her deep respect and admiration for the Marrok keeps her from trying to force such things on her pack mates. At first glance, Enola is likely to be seen as bitter or angry, but her wisdom speaks for itself when she choses to share it.


Appearance:
Darkly tanned skin and short, cropped black hair are his human features. Along with deep, dark brown eyes that often appear almost black. Her skin is a deep russet reddish colour; sometimes she'll paint ancient symbols on her body in a red-like paint.

Enola's wolf form is smaller than that of the average wolf; she is often considered a runt. Though, her strength is equal to that of any average wolf. Her shoulder's a slightly lean looking, but still powerful. She is a light gray and white wolf with piercing amber eyes.

The shades of her fur are generally very light, which causes her to favor the winter months; though she prefers summer for the life it brings.


History:
Born and raised long ago, Enola is an old member of the pack. She had forever been loyal to its customs and rituals that were taught to her. Witnessing the technology advance, she turned her back on it and remained loyal to what her tribe was; though her pack mates generally did not share her views.

Soon, she was one of the few who truly continued to recognize and follow the tribal law, even as others became interested in the technologies. Enola believes that she only shares bonds with her lycanthrope kin now, as all her immediate family has passed on, since she never married or had children.

These days, Enola can be seen running around the forests of her home, hunting her own food and looking after herself (and pack mates). Though, when duty calls, she will approached her werewolf kin (no real blood relation). But, most of her past is fuzzy, mostly because she chooses not to share it.