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Description

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Basics
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Name: Eduard Petrov
Gender status: Male
Age: 51
Age Appearance: Up to other characters' perspective!
Birthday: February 20th, 1967
Birthplace: Saint Petersburg, Russia

Hair Color: Black/Brown with light graying
Eye Color: Haze/Brown; adorns a light yellowish-gold hue when in his Wolf/Lycan form

Skin tone: Tanned, very light freckling on his arms
Tattoos: ---
Piercings: ---
Scars: ---

Personality
1. Empathetic

2. Loyal

3. Protective

3 Negatives:
1. Compulsive

2. Domineering

3. Intolerant

Sexual Orientation: Straight/Heterosexual

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Werewolf Basics
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Wolf
Height: 36 in.
Weight: 160 lbs

Human
Height: 6'4
Weight: 230 lbs

Lycan
Height: 6'7
Weight: 250 lbs

Pelt Colors
Colors consist of dark to light hues of black/brown to grey. His neck is enveloped in a the darkest hue on his body that extends shortly past his shoulders down his back, as well as the entirety of his tail. His underbelly is the lightest shade of a more creamish-grey color, including the tick marks and lines down his back, the sock-like markings on all four limbs, and the light markings on his face and the fur in ears. He has a dark muzzle that connects to the same color to the pelt color of his neck.

Bitten or born: Bitten
Allergic to silver: Yes

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Visual Of Character
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See Above.

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History
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Born prematurely from a mother too poor to raise him properly, and a father too consumed by his drunkenness due to the lack of work, Eduard, upon birth, was given up for adoption. He had been an infant at this time, and does not remember much about his mother nor father. He had not even been named before adoption. Fortunately, he was adopted by a profiting couple. Misha and Grigory Petrov were a lovely married pair, owning a moderately comfortable establishment in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Misha had become infertile due to a previous, but now extinguished, ovarian cancer, and Grigory wished not to hire a surrogate mother. So, after months of searching for the right child, they had fallen in love with a small baby boy with dark hair, which they affectionately named Eduard.

His adopted parents never found much reason to explain his origins because he was such a happy boy. His childhood had been a pleasant one; he was raised in a popular district, had friends in school, and was even a teacher's favorite amongst his classes. Adventurous and smart, he was a successful student throughout his youth. For a long time, he had never considered what his future may hold, but his family was certain that he would move on to do amazing things, just like any loving parent would be of their children. Eduard's childhood differed little from any other average, healthy child.

As he reached his later teen years, Eduard had gotten a job as an auto body technician. He was skilled at his job, and made a decent wage during the beginning of his twenties. When he turned 24, he met a charming young lady named Agnia Balashov. She was a florist, and had just graduated from school, so she was a few years younger than himself. A relationship quickly formed between the two, though, and they began dating a couple months later. Their relationship had become intimate, and while the news had been amazing to Eduard, there was a shift in intimacy between the two when Agnia announced her pregnancy a year after they had become a couple. The incident had been entirely by accident, but Eduard was enthralled. Yet, Agnia, young and frightened by the concept of raising a baby at her young age of 19, as well as marriage since she was accustomed to marriage before children, was uncertain of the responsibility of such an event. The two fought over what their future together may hold. She argued she was not ready for this kind of change in her life. She was not ready for marriage, and she was not ready to have children. He tried to assure her that he was more than willing to allow her the time she needed, to support her, to accept putting off marriage until she felt the time was right. He explained he would love the child and her, and take care of them.

Agnia was set in her decision once she revealed her pregnancy to her family. Her mother and father were furious that a boy had given her child at such a young age, and her panic regarding the situation did not help his case. He had no say in the situation once she stopped all contact with him. During this time, Eduard was enveloped in uncertainty and guilt. He wondered what had become of Agnia, and how she handled the baby. She had changed her number, so he could not call. She had moved with family to a different city, so he new nothing of where she lived. Over nine months had passed after the announcement of her pregnancy, and he had found out from her old friends who still kept in contact with her that she ended up having the baby after all, and had put the baby up for adoption, and word has it that the baby had been a girl.

Heartbroken at the fact that he would most likely never see his own daughter, Eduard had no choice but to return to his life prior to meeting Agnia, though it was not easy. He often let his imagination run wild; he wondered what his daughter looked like. He imagined lovely blonde hair like her mother, maybe his eyes. A beautiful smile, of course. He hoped that she was taken care of by a wonderful family. He wondered if Agnia thought of him. If she regretted leaving him. If he could have done something to prevent her leaving him, said something to persuade her all would have been okay if she had stayed with him. He wished he could see her again, if just to apologize for what had happened. More years passed, and by the time he turned 27, he still had not forgotten the ordeal. He decided that to move on, he would need to move away from his hometown. By this point, he had already moved out of his parent's house. He heard from family in Poland that needed a hand on their farmland (much of his family were spread about Europe), and so he wasted no time in taking this opportunity to leave home, and in a matter of weeks, he jumped on a plane to Poland. There, is where his life took a dramatic and unpredictable turn.

Once he reached his cousin's farm, things did seem to get better for Eduard. The time away from Russia and the new work took his mind off of previous happenings, and he was able to finally feel more like himself again. Poland was a much smaller country than Russia, but it was quaint and very peaceful. There was much country-land in Poland, beautiful scenery one did not have to travel for as many miles as one would have to in Russia. And his cousin welcomed the family hand on the farm instead of a total stranger, so it almost seemed like home after his cousin's family embraced his arrival.

Problems suddenly arose on the farm. Animals were found slaughtered, carcasses over half-eaten and shredded to the point where the bodies lay scattered across the earth. Eduard remembered finding a ram torn to pieces after following a blood trail for a mile, finding the body splayed violently in a horrific, disturbing manner. He found paw prints, canine, and realized that either wild dogs or wolves had found a taste for blood. The family tried almost everything. They tried trapping the animal; they used snares, bear traps, but every time, they found the traps empty...

Except... for one, in particular. It was a bear trap, Eduard had been the one to set it up in the nearby forest. Yet, instead of a dog or wolf, or any complete body at that, he found something that was very disturbing. A human hand. It lay there, pale, blood splattering the ground around it. There had been a struggle, as the ground was torn, dirt flung about, and a blood trail led into the forest. This had left a twisting knot in his stomach, and he dared not mention this news in front of his family during dinner time. He waited until all children (his cousin had three sons) left for bed before bringing his find up to his cousin and his family. It was a strange find indeed, and they reported the... erm... missing hand, to the police. Law enforcement searched the farm and nearby forests for days, but nothing came up, even when the blood trail ended. The case went cold, and the event was later forgotten.

That was , until when Eduard was driving home back from town on one dark, cloudy day a few weeks later. Something ran out in front of his truck in the road, but he did not manage to hit the brakes in time. When he got out to investigate, he saw a very large wolf lying in the road. It great, big, and adorned a dark pelt, graying obvious around its muzzle, face, and limbs. This sparked a realization. He was not far from the farm, and wolves were not common this close to the farm. Perhaps this had been the culprit of the killings? It would explain why it was preying on the farm animals. Wolves would be hunting wild prey more likely in a strong pack, a lone, old wolf probably found it easier to kill domesticated animals for food. Then, he noticed something that... greatly disturbed him, to say the least. He noticed that the wolf lacked the paw on its front right limb, and he immediately recalled the hand that had been found in the trap. The wound was still very fresh, as it was of course a terribly heavy wound, and it appeared the paw had been ripped off the limb. Surely... surely this was just a coincidence?

No matter. The wolf was dead, and... there would most likely never be an explanation for the hand. He attempted to move the wolf, intending to just throw it off the side of the road. Yet, when he grabbed the legs, life sprung back into the creature, and teeth sank into Eduard's arm. He withdrew his arm, and he and the wolf locked eyes, staring, an unnerving silent falling upon them. For a moment, if but brief, he could have sworn that deep within that wolf's glowing yellow orbs, there was pain, and emotions buried underneath anger, familiarity barely even recognizable. It... was as if the creature understood something upon its deathbed, and it reacted with such rage, a final act of rebellion. Then, the body grew still, and it lay its head back onto the ground with a final growl, a sigh, and silence fell upon it. At the moment, many emotions shot through Eduard. Anger, sorrow, pity, and then alarm. Perhaps this wolf had rabies? After making sure it was dead, he finally dragged the creature into the ditch, and hurried home to tell his cousin about the wolf situation, and that he needed to go to the doctor to have his wound checked.

The next two weeks were... strange, to say the least. The first few days, he had felt quite disoriented, nauseated. But he brushed it off as a side affect to the rabies shot he had received. Insomnia was common, yet as each day passed, it seemed... something, was developing, something that while physically could not be determined, was something that was dwelling on his mind. A haunting shift in personality and perspective on the world around him. It was such a gradual process that he did not notice such changes until a terrifying and unnerving incident. A full moon had rose one night. Throughout the days before this particular night, he had felt as if he was starving, aching, things happening to him that he could not explain. He had gone to the doctor, and prescribed him with pain medications for his aching body, and advised him to eat more meats and bread, more carbohydrates to feel full. Yet, these things did not help him as much as he had begged the heavens for them to. Suddenly, his body felt as if it was being torn apart. The pain was excruciating, and Eduard did not know how to soothe it. Painkillers were not working, and it was unbearable. He decided to hurry to the hospital. He never made it there, though. He had began the drive at night, and as the full moon cast a hypnotizing glow upon the truck, his body snapped horrifically in ways he could not then understand. He lost control of his vehicle, and it ran against the railing of a bridge he was passing over. The truck flipped, and barreled down a steep hill until reaching a creek down below. Everything was a complete blur from that point on. He did not remember crawling from the truck's shattered window, skin torn by glass. But he remembered... rage... blood... Just... everything was red, and his body shook so heavily. He remembered pain, severe, agonizing pain ripping through his core. His body changed, cracked and crippled itself into a form where he was no longer himself. Or so he felt like it. After the blackout, it seemed like an out of body experience.

He woke up the next morning on the bank of what may have been the same creek, naked body bruised and shredded. Dried blood caked about his body, most notably his hands, face, and chest, and the taste lingered disgustingly in his throat. The water in the creek was tinted with a reddish hue, and while everything was a complete blur, he could just make out the torn, furry carcass of a boar just yards from him, body mutilated the point of beyond recognition and laying limply halfway submerged into the creek, its blood being the source of the red tint. Shaking with terror and feeling unfamiliar of his surroundings, Eduard had no choice but to get up and try to find help; after weaving through the forest and up a steep hill, he collapsed on the hard pavement of the road. He did not know much time had passed, yet he woke again to the bright light of hospital lights. The clock on the wall showed 2:23 pm, and it turned out his cousin had been sitting in the room with him for the entirety of the morning. He explained to Eduard that he was found by the road presumed dead, but was taken to the hospital upon showing signs of life. Eduard did not remember anything that had occurred the night before, but the doctor informed him that by looking at the horrific condition the truck was in, it was a miracle that Eduard has survived, and had wandered five miles up the road in a near-dead state. This perplexed Eduard, but in the end, he was grateful he was still alive upon finally seeing his battered, mangled truck again.

Things only seemed to continue to get weirder after this incident. He remembered going to a zoo with his cousin's family some weeks after the incident, having recovered from the accident. The zoo was an unsettling experience for him. Animals began acting out of the norm, according to the keepers, panicking when he neared the enclosures; big cats growled and paced angrily, and the canines howled and bared their teeth through the glass. Smaller animals hid in fear, while others were frozen and unmoving even after he departed from the area. The raptor-keeper who was showing a beautiful White-tailed Eagle received a terrible scratch when the bird reacted towards Eduard's presence. He could not help but imagine that the animals were reacting towards him, yet that did not make much sense. He tried to shake the incident off.

Some months passed, and as one would expect from such a classic transition from human to beast, Eduard underwent hormonal, emotional, and physical alterations that he believed were of no origin. His sense of smell heightened, which sometimes was a wonderful thing, and other times not so much. His hearing was acute, and his sight, while not impaired before, seemed to improve somehow, though he could not distinguish how. Nights that were lit by a full moon were full of restlessness, blackouts, and blurred images that at first did not make sense to Eduard. A major concern was that the livestock were being killed again, and this time, Eduard knew that the wold could not have possibly been the culprit... Could it? Once again, paw prints littered the earth and claw marks rendered the carcasses nearly unidentifiable. Perhaps the wolf had not been alone? It was definitely not the same wolf, seeing as the new paw prints included four paws.

So again, Eduard set traps. These, however, did not deter the wolf. In fact, despite the meat from one lamb having been planted on one bear trap, no tracks or signs of a wolf were shown to go near it. It was as if the creature knew where the trap was. Was that possible?

It was one long and bright night that Eduard finally discovered the culprit. He was fed up with the steadily decreasing amount of sheep in the fields, and so he took a gun and set up a little camp off in the fields. He was going to watch that herd all night if he had to to catch the bastard. He leaned against a fence post, and waited. And waited. He believed he'd nodded off at some point, but for the duration he had kept his eyes open, there had been no sign of the wolf. Throughout the night, though, he had been under an oppression of some gravitational force. It seemed to weigh him down, hold him in place some moments while he suffered through random spasms of bone-rattling pain. These only worsened during this night, and he found himself groaning and clutching his body in agony. Sheep suddenly began to act terrified, darting back and forth in the fields, unable to escape their enclosure. Perhaps it was because Eduard had been asleep every other time this had occurred, but finally he could only watch in horror as his own body broke into itself. He watched the hair on his body thicken, muscles rippling horrifically, and his bones crackled under his skin. Vision blurred and his heart pounded blood into his head. So much change his body underwent in mere minutes that he could barely process. And in the midst of this transformation, somehow he was able to desperately grasp a sense of reality, clinging to the edge of a cliff, a black abyss looming over him, threatening to overtake him. Yet he fought and remarkably, he rendered his raging form into a trembling mess on the ground; sheep cowered in the farthest corner of the field. On all fours in some humanoid-like, beastly form, it was difficult for him to grasp what was happening. All he knew was he was hurting. So terribly. And hungry. So... so awfully... agonizingly hungry... But most of all, enraged. He was terrified and confused, and he wanted to release this pent-up energy that buzzed about his body like a horrendous swarm of hornets.

He did not know how, but perhaps it was fear that rushed him to the house. This was not easy - the panicked sheep sent a rippling temptation throughout his very core, and he fought to keep from seizing his own serving of lamb chops. He leapt and scaled the two-story building to his window, and toppled inside through the open window. His window did not face the direction of the moon, and so the shadows immediately began to disintegrate the hideous form that was his body. He buried his face into his palms, feeling the rough paw pads slowly sink back into the much softer callous that hardened his hands. Fur thinned to much smoother, but still hairy skin, and the painful rippling of muscles smoothed over to dull, aching soreness. Face shrunk back into albeit less fuzzy features, but he overall looked human again. After hours of sitting on the bedroom floor, trying to wrap his mind around what exactly had just happened, he decided to stay awake until his cousin woke up.

It was a very difficult decision to make, but he felt that after what had just happened, and after connecting everything together that had occurred that year, it would be dangerous to remain on the farm and near his family. He left after an emotional farewell, though he was very vague on his reasons why he was leaving. He was not sure how to exactly explain such a surreal ordeal to them.

His cousin's family lived little west from the center of Poland, so Eduard decided to head further west and after an uncounted number of days he found himself in Germany. He hoped that because he knew a little of the language there (many Germans traveled through Poland often enough for him to pick up on their language some), he could settle there to gather himself, to sort out this... transformation he was experiencing. He spent many years traveling. He first went back to Russia to see his adopted parents again, to check on them and see how much things had changed since he had left. Everything was fine there, and he was even welcomed back to his parents' home. He did not stay for long, though. He hopped from town to town, city to city, and over the years he began to adjust to this horrendous schedule he found was automatically made by the moon cycle. He did not meet other Werewolves during his travels, but he began to hone his abilities anyhow. He discovered that as time passed, he showed very, very little to no signs of physical change regarding his human form. He began to control his growing strength, and he began to use his heightened senses to aid him as he lived on his own.

As he approached his fifties, he finally decided to move back to Germany. It was a small and quaint little country compared to Russia, and even though he now had near complete control of his abilities (full moons were still a bitch), he did not feel comfortable staying in Poland. From Berlin, to Hamburg, to Hanover he hopped; he decided to settle in Dortmund, just northeast of Wuppertal, Germany. It was there he had a grizzly encounter with a creature he recognized as having the same abilities as himself, yet instead of a wolf, the man shapeshifted into a great bear. While Eduard did not understand what quarrel the creature had with him, he did not allow the bear to have the advantage over him when battle was inevitable. Eduard struggled to escape the battle, but he was able to finally escape with his life. Many questions arose, but after a very explicit threat from the Werebear, Eduard felt it best to leave the area, and thus wound up in Wuppertal.

It would be here that his life would change forever upon.

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RP SAMPLE

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Brown-hazel eyes flashed suddenly, a golden hue highlighting the dark abyss that were his pupils. The shadows darkened his features, yet his orbs seemed to almost glow with such an excited fury that it caused the trio of young men to falter. The one who clutched a gun in his bony, drug-induced-malnourished fingers shakily attempted to life the firearm to aim, but his muscles seemed to stop cooperating, as if he knew this was a decision he would forever regret agreeing to. His junkie companions emitted a very similar air, lungs quickening in pace, bodies stiff in anticipation.

Such an intense stare could lock any weak individual into place, and it did so to these young men, and when he spoke, fangs protruded his upper lip. "I would very much like to see you try." the man almost purred. An unnatural, toothy grin spread across his face, and his beard did not hide the gleaming mouth of horridly sharp teeth. Shoulders previously turned sideways, he finally turned his broad form towards the men, and the younger men began shaking. He took a step towards them. "Robbing a poor, poor old man in an alley. Such terrible young men your mothers raised." His voice sounded all too pleased as he tilted his head maliciously. It was apparent he was trying to look terrifying, and judging by the step each man made in the beginnings of a retreat, it was working.

"Now," he continued, tongue brushing a fang. "Sit still while I tear your arms from your body, and rip out and shove your tongues down your throats. As for you," he focused his deadly gaze onto the young man that unconsciously still held the pistol, "I will shove that gun up your ass, and pull the fucking trigger."

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Stats
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Agi: 2
Str: 3
Fort: 1
Cha: 1
Int: 2
Lck: 1

Level: 1
Available Stat Points: 10

Please read the Level Up info to aid you in filling this part out
Upon joining you are at Level One

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Purchases
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None

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    Group Details
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Pack: South
Alpha: Elana Mingan McCarthy
Rank Current: ---
Rank Goal: Warrior

Paw Coin Tracker:
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EDIT: The STATS on the VISUAL sheet are NOT his current stats - the stats shown in the DESCRIPTION are his current stats and the visual app sheet will be edited to match them later when I have time.

Description

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Basics
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Name: Eduard Petrov
Gender status: Male
Age: 51
Age Appearance: Up to other characters' perspective!
Birthday: February 20th, 1967
Birthplace: Saint Petersburg, Russia

Hair Color: Black/Brown with light graying
Eye Color: Haze/Brown; adorns a light yellowish-gold hue when in his Wolf/Lycan form

Skin tone: Tanned, very light freckling on his arms
Tattoos: ---
Piercings: ---
Scars: ---

Personality
1. Empathetic

2. Loyal

3. Protective

3 Negatives:
1. Compulsive

2. Domineering

3. Intolerant

Sexual Orientation: Straight/Heterosexual

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Werewolf Basics
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Wolf
Height: 36 in.
Weight: 160 lbs

Human
Height: 6'4
Weight: 230 lbs

Lycan
Height: 6'7
Weight: 250 lbs

Pelt Colors
Colors consist of dark to light hues of black/brown to grey. His neck is enveloped in a the darkest hue on his body that extends shortly past his shoulders down his back, as well as the entirety of his tail. His underbelly is the lightest shade of a more creamish-grey color, including the tick marks and lines down his back, the sock-like markings on all four limbs, and the light markings on his face and the fur in ears. He has a dark muzzle that connects to the same color to the pelt color of his neck.

Bitten or born: Bitten
Allergic to silver: Yes

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Visual Of Character
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See Above.

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History
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Born prematurely from a mother too poor to raise him properly, and a father too consumed by his drunkenness due to the lack of work, Eduard, upon birth, was given up for adoption. He had been an infant at this time, and does not remember much about his mother nor father. He had not even been named before adoption. Fortunately, he was adopted by a profiting couple. Misha and Grigory Petrov were a lovely married pair, owning a moderately comfortable establishment in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Misha had become infertile due to a previous, but now extinguished, ovarian cancer, and Grigory wished not to hire a surrogate mother. So, after months of searching for the right child, they had fallen in love with a small baby boy with dark hair, which they affectionately named Eduard.

His adopted parents never found much reason to explain his origins because he was such a happy boy. His childhood had been a pleasant one; he was raised in a popular district, had friends in school, and was even a teacher's favorite amongst his classes. Adventurous and smart, he was a successful student throughout his youth. For a long time, he had never considered what his future may hold, but his family was certain that he would move on to do amazing things, just like any loving parent would be of their children. Eduard's childhood differed little from any other average, healthy child.

As he reached his later teen years, Eduard had gotten a job as an auto body technician. He was skilled at his job, and made a decent wage during the beginning of his twenties. When he turned 24, he met a charming young lady named Agnia Balashov. She was a florist, and had just graduated from school, so she was a few years younger than himself. A relationship quickly formed between the two, though, and they began dating a couple months later. Their relationship had become intimate, and while the news had been amazing to Eduard, there was a shift in intimacy between the two when Agnia announced her pregnancy a year after they had become a couple. The incident had been entirely by accident, but Eduard was enthralled. Yet, Agnia, young and frightened by the concept of raising a baby at her young age of 19, as well as marriage since she was accustomed to marriage before children, was uncertain of the responsibility of such an event. The two fought over what their future together may hold. She argued she was not ready for this kind of change in her life. She was not ready for marriage, and she was not ready to have children. He tried to assure her that he was more than willing to allow her the time she needed, to support her, to accept putting off marriage until she felt the time was right. He explained he would love the child and her, and take care of them.

Agnia was set in her decision once she revealed her pregnancy to her family. Her mother and father were furious that a boy had given her child at such a young age, and her panic regarding the situation did not help his case. He had no say in the situation once she stopped all contact with him. During this time, Eduard was enveloped in uncertainty and guilt. He wondered what had become of Agnia, and how she handled the baby. She had changed her number, so he could not call. She had moved with family to a different city, so he new nothing of where she lived. Over nine months had passed after the announcement of her pregnancy, and he had found out from her old friends who still kept in contact with her that she ended up having the baby after all, and had put the baby up for adoption, and word has it that the baby had been a girl.

Heartbroken at the fact that he would most likely never see his own daughter, Eduard had no choice but to return to his life prior to meeting Agnia, though it was not easy. He often let his imagination run wild; he wondered what his daughter looked like. He imagined lovely blonde hair like her mother, maybe his eyes. A beautiful smile, of course. He hoped that she was taken care of by a wonderful family. He wondered if Agnia thought of him. If she regretted leaving him. If he could have done something to prevent her leaving him, said something to persuade her all would have been okay if she had stayed with him. He wished he could see her again, if just to apologize for what had happened. More years passed, and by the time he turned 27, he still had not forgotten the ordeal. He decided that to move on, he would need to move away from his hometown. By this point, he had already moved out of his parent's house. He heard from family in Poland that needed a hand on their farmland (much of his family were spread about Europe), and so he wasted no time in taking this opportunity to leave home, and in a matter of weeks, he jumped on a plane to Poland. There, is where his life took a dramatic and unpredictable turn.

Once he reached his cousin's farm, things did seem to get better for Eduard. The time away from Russia and the new work took his mind off of previous happenings, and he was able to finally feel more like himself again. Poland was a much smaller country than Russia, but it was quaint and very peaceful. There was much country-land in Poland, beautiful scenery one did not have to travel for as many miles as one would have to in Russia. And his cousin welcomed the family hand on the farm instead of a total stranger, so it almost seemed like home after his cousin's family embraced his arrival.

Problems suddenly arose on the farm. Animals were found slaughtered, carcasses over half-eaten and shredded to the point where the bodies lay scattered across the earth. Eduard remembered finding a ram torn to pieces after following a blood trail for a mile, finding the body splayed violently in a horrific, disturbing manner. He found paw prints, canine, and realized that either wild dogs or wolves had found a taste for blood. The family tried almost everything. They tried trapping the animal; they used snares, bear traps, but every time, they found the traps empty...

Except... for one, in particular. It was a bear trap, Eduard had been the one to set it up in the nearby forest. Yet, instead of a dog or wolf, or any complete body at that, he found something that was very disturbing. A human hand. It lay there, pale, blood splattering the ground around it. There had been a struggle, as the ground was torn, dirt flung about, and a blood trail led into the forest. This had left a twisting knot in his stomach, and he dared not mention this news in front of his family during dinner time. He waited until all children (his cousin had three sons) left for bed before bringing his find up to his cousin and his family. It was a strange find indeed, and they reported the... erm... missing hand, to the police. Law enforcement searched the farm and nearby forests for days, but nothing came up, even when the blood trail ended. The case went cold, and the event was later forgotten.

That was , until when Eduard was driving home back from town on one dark, cloudy day a few weeks later. Something ran out in front of his truck in the road, but he did not manage to hit the brakes in time. When he got out to investigate, he saw a very large wolf lying in the road. It great, big, and adorned a dark pelt, graying obvious around its muzzle, face, and limbs. This sparked a realization. He was not far from the farm, and wolves were not common this close to the farm. Perhaps this had been the culprit of the killings? It would explain why it was preying on the farm animals. Wolves would be hunting wild prey more likely in a strong pack, a lone, old wolf probably found it easier to kill domesticated animals for food. Then, he noticed something that... greatly disturbed him, to say the least. He noticed that the wolf lacked the paw on its front right limb, and he immediately recalled the hand that had been found in the trap. The wound was still very fresh, as it was of course a terribly heavy wound, and it appeared the paw had been ripped off the limb. Surely... surely this was just a coincidence?

No matter. The wolf was dead, and... there would most likely never be an explanation for the hand. He attempted to move the wolf, intending to just throw it off the side of the road. Yet, when he grabbed the legs, life sprung back into the creature, and teeth sank into Eduard's arm. He withdrew his arm, and he and the wolf locked eyes, staring, an unnerving silent falling upon them. For a moment, if but brief, he could have sworn that deep within that wolf's glowing yellow orbs, there was pain, and emotions buried underneath anger, familiarity barely even recognizable. It... was as if the creature understood something upon its deathbed, and it reacted with such rage, a final act of rebellion. Then, the body grew still, and it lay its head back onto the ground with a final growl, a sigh, and silence fell upon it. At the moment, many emotions shot through Eduard. Anger, sorrow, pity, and then alarm. Perhaps this wolf had rabies? After making sure it was dead, he finally dragged the creature into the ditch, and hurried home to tell his cousin about the wolf situation, and that he needed to go to the doctor to have his wound checked.

The next two weeks were... strange, to say the least. The first few days, he had felt quite disoriented, nauseated. But he brushed it off as a side affect to the rabies shot he had received. Insomnia was common, yet as each day passed, it seemed... something, was developing, something that while physically could not be determined, was something that was dwelling on his mind. A haunting shift in personality and perspective on the world around him. It was such a gradual process that he did not notice such changes until a terrifying and unnerving incident. A full moon had rose one night. Throughout the days before this particular night, he had felt as if he was starving, aching, things happening to him that he could not explain. He had gone to the doctor, and prescribed him with pain medications for his aching body, and advised him to eat more meats and bread, more carbohydrates to feel full. Yet, these things did not help him as much as he had begged the heavens for them to. Suddenly, his body felt as if it was being torn apart. The pain was excruciating, and Eduard did not know how to soothe it. Painkillers were not working, and it was unbearable. He decided to hurry to the hospital. He never made it there, though. He had began the drive at night, and as the full moon cast a hypnotizing glow upon the truck, his body snapped horrifically in ways he could not then understand. He lost control of his vehicle, and it ran against the railing of a bridge he was passing over. The truck flipped, and barreled down a steep hill until reaching a creek down below. Everything was a complete blur from that point on. He did not remember crawling from the truck's shattered window, skin torn by glass. But he remembered... rage... blood... Just... everything was red, and his body shook so heavily. He remembered pain, severe, agonizing pain ripping through his core. His body changed, cracked and crippled itself into a form where he was no longer himself. Or so he felt like it. After the blackout, it seemed like an out of body experience.

He woke up the next morning on the bank of what may have been the same creek, naked body bruised and shredded. Dried blood caked about his body, most notably his hands, face, and chest, and the taste lingered disgustingly in his throat. The water in the creek was tinted with a reddish hue, and while everything was a complete blur, he could just make out the torn, furry carcass of a boar just yards from him, body mutilated the point of beyond recognition and laying limply halfway submerged into the creek, its blood being the source of the red tint. Shaking with terror and feeling unfamiliar of his surroundings, Eduard had no choice but to get up and try to find help; after weaving through the forest and up a steep hill, he collapsed on the hard pavement of the road. He did not know much time had passed, yet he woke again to the bright light of hospital lights. The clock on the wall showed 2:23 pm, and it turned out his cousin had been sitting in the room with him for the entirety of the morning. He explained to Eduard that he was found by the road presumed dead, but was taken to the hospital upon showing signs of life. Eduard did not remember anything that had occurred the night before, but the doctor informed him that by looking at the horrific condition the truck was in, it was a miracle that Eduard has survived, and had wandered five miles up the road in a near-dead state. This perplexed Eduard, but in the end, he was grateful he was still alive upon finally seeing his battered, mangled truck again.

Things only seemed to continue to get weirder after this incident. He remembered going to a zoo with his cousin's family some weeks after the incident, having recovered from the accident. The zoo was an unsettling experience for him. Animals began acting out of the norm, according to the keepers, panicking when he neared the enclosures; big cats growled and paced angrily, and the canines howled and bared their teeth through the glass. Smaller animals hid in fear, while others were frozen and unmoving even after he departed from the area. The raptor-keeper who was showing a beautiful White-tailed Eagle received a terrible scratch when the bird reacted towards Eduard's presence. He could not help but imagine that the animals were reacting towards him, yet that did not make much sense. He tried to shake the incident off.

Some months passed, and as one would expect from such a classic transition from human to beast, Eduard underwent hormonal, emotional, and physical alterations that he believed were of no origin. His sense of smell heightened, which sometimes was a wonderful thing, and other times not so much. His hearing was acute, and his sight, while not impaired before, seemed to improve somehow, though he could not distinguish how. Nights that were lit by a full moon were full of restlessness, blackouts, and blurred images that at first did not make sense to Eduard. A major concern was that the livestock were being killed again, and this time, Eduard knew that the wold could not have possibly been the culprit... Could it? Once again, paw prints littered the earth and claw marks rendered the carcasses nearly unidentifiable. Perhaps the wolf had not been alone? It was definitely not the same wolf, seeing as the new paw prints included four paws.

So again, Eduard set traps. These, however, did not deter the wolf. In fact, despite the meat from one lamb having been planted on one bear trap, no tracks or signs of a wolf were shown to go near it. It was as if the creature knew where the trap was. Was that possible?

It was one long and bright night that Eduard finally discovered the culprit. He was fed up with the steadily decreasing amount of sheep in the fields, and so he took a gun and set up a little camp off in the fields. He was going to watch that herd all night if he had to to catch the bastard. He leaned against a fence post, and waited. And waited. He believed he'd nodded off at some point, but for the duration he had kept his eyes open, there had been no sign of the wolf. Throughout the night, though, he had been under an oppression of some gravitational force. It seemed to weigh him down, hold him in place some moments while he suffered through random spasms of bone-rattling pain. These only worsened during this night, and he found himself groaning and clutching his body in agony. Sheep suddenly began to act terrified, darting back and forth in the fields, unable to escape their enclosure. Perhaps it was because Eduard had been asleep every other time this had occurred, but finally he could only watch in horror as his own body broke into itself. He watched the hair on his body thicken, muscles rippling horrifically, and his bones crackled under his skin. Vision blurred and his heart pounded blood into his head. So much change his body underwent in mere minutes that he could barely process. And in the midst of this transformation, somehow he was able to desperately grasp a sense of reality, clinging to the edge of a cliff, a black abyss looming over him, threatening to overtake him. Yet he fought and remarkably, he rendered his raging form into a trembling mess on the ground; sheep cowered in the farthest corner of the field. On all fours in some humanoid-like, beastly form, it was difficult for him to grasp what was happening. All he knew was he was hurting. So terribly. And hungry. So... so awfully... agonizingly hungry... But most of all, enraged. He was terrified and confused, and he wanted to release this pent-up energy that buzzed about his body like a horrendous swarm of hornets.

He did not know how, but perhaps it was fear that rushed him to the house. This was not easy - the panicked sheep sent a rippling temptation throughout his very core, and he fought to keep from seizing his own serving of lamb chops. He leapt and scaled the two-story building to his window, and toppled inside through the open window. His window did not face the direction of the moon, and so the shadows immediately began to disintegrate the hideous form that was his body. He buried his face into his palms, feeling the rough paw pads slowly sink back into the much softer callous that hardened his hands. Fur thinned to much smoother, but still hairy skin, and the painful rippling of muscles smoothed over to dull, aching soreness. Face shrunk back into albeit less fuzzy features, but he overall looked human again. After hours of sitting on the bedroom floor, trying to wrap his mind around what exactly had just happened, he decided to stay awake until his cousin woke up.

It was a very difficult decision to make, but he felt that after what had just happened, and after connecting everything together that had occurred that year, it would be dangerous to remain on the farm and near his family. He left after an emotional farewell, though he was very vague on his reasons why he was leaving. He was not sure how to exactly explain such a surreal ordeal to them.

His cousin's family lived little west from the center of Poland, so Eduard decided to head further west and after an uncounted number of days he found himself in Germany. He hoped that because he knew a little of the language there (many Germans traveled through Poland often enough for him to pick up on their language some), he could settle there to gather himself, to sort out this... transformation he was experiencing. He spent many years traveling. He first went back to Russia to see his adopted parents again, to check on them and see how much things had changed since he had left. Everything was fine there, and he was even welcomed back to his parents' home. He did not stay for long, though. He hopped from town to town, city to city, and over the years he began to adjust to this horrendous schedule he found was automatically made by the moon cycle. He did not meet other Werewolves during his travels, but he began to hone his abilities anyhow. He discovered that as time passed, he showed very, very little to no signs of physical change regarding his human form. He began to control his growing strength, and he began to use his heightened senses to aid him as he lived on his own.

As he approached his fifties, he finally decided to move back to Germany. It was a small and quaint little country compared to Russia, and even though he now had near complete control of his abilities (full moons were still a bitch), he did not feel comfortable staying in Poland. From Berlin, to Hamburg, to Hanover he hopped; he decided to settle in Dortmund, just northeast of Wuppertal, Germany. It was there he had a grizzly encounter with a creature he recognized as having the same abilities as himself, yet instead of a wolf, the man shapeshifted into a great bear. While Eduard did not understand what quarrel the creature had with him, he did not allow the bear to have the advantage over him when battle was inevitable. Eduard struggled to escape the battle, but he was able to finally escape with his life. Many questions arose, but after a very explicit threat from the Werebear, Eduard felt it best to leave the area, and thus wound up in Wuppertal.

It would be here that his life would change forever upon.

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RP SAMPLE

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Brown-hazel eyes flashed suddenly, a golden hue highlighting the dark abyss that were his pupils. The shadows darkened his features, yet his orbs seemed to almost glow with such an excited fury that it caused the trio of young men to falter. The one who clutched a gun in his bony, drug-induced-malnourished fingers shakily attempted to life the firearm to aim, but his muscles seemed to stop cooperating, as if he knew this was a decision he would forever regret agreeing to. His junkie companions emitted a very similar air, lungs quickening in pace, bodies stiff in anticipation.

Such an intense stare could lock any weak individual into place, and it did so to these young men, and when he spoke, fangs protruded his upper lip. "I would very much like to see you try." the man almost purred. An unnatural, toothy grin spread across his face, and his beard did not hide the gleaming mouth of horridly sharp teeth. Shoulders previously turned sideways, he finally turned his broad form towards the men, and the younger men began shaking. He took a step towards them. "Robbing a poor, poor old man in an alley. Such terrible young men your mothers raised." His voice sounded all too pleased as he tilted his head maliciously. It was apparent he was trying to look terrifying, and judging by the step each man made in the beginnings of a retreat, it was working.

"Now," he continued, tongue brushing a fang. "Sit still while I tear your arms from your body, and rip out and shove your tongues down your throats. As for you," he focused his deadly gaze onto the young man that unconsciously still held the pistol, "I will shove that gun up your ass, and pull the fucking trigger."

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Stats
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Agi: 2
Str: 3
Fort: 1
Cha: 1
Int: 2
Lck: 1

Level: 1
Available Stat Points: 10

Please read the Level Up info to aid you in filling this part out
Upon joining you are at Level One

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    Group Details
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Pack: South
Alpha: Elana Mingan McCarthy
Rank Current: ---
Rank Goal: Warrior

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EDIT: The STATS on the VISUAL sheet are NOT his current stats - the stats shown in the DESCRIPTION are his current stats and the visual app sheet will be edited to match them later when I have time.