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Name - Rafe
Age - Twenty-three
Gender - Male
Race - Werewolf
Place of Birth - The forest of Lycridan
Family - Charlotte (mother, deceased) and Rolf (father)


Appearance - Human

Body type - Stands just over 6' tall. Rafe is not on the thin and stickly side nor is he overly buff. His muscles are well defined but are usually covered by his linen shirt or he's in his wolf form. He has a scar from his shoulder blade down to his forearm from the time he challenged one of the higher ranked males in the clan.
Hair - Very dark hair. It is thick and comes over his eyes. It typically looks rather disarrayed as he runs his hand through it when he is irritated or frustrated over something.
Eyes - They are very dark, almost black, and they keep his unwanted emotions locked up.

Appearance - Wolf

Body type - he is the six of a small horse with paws nearly the size of a dinner plate. His tail is about a third the length of his body while his face his large with a decent snout.
Fur - Almost as white as snow he disappears easily when the winter is cast upon the land. It is thick and he makes sure it never gets matted. It is very gentle and soft to the touch, but that would be if you were able to get close enough without him biting your head off. He has streaks of gray around his face and down the length of his body and tail.
Eyes - They are a very soft and mellow yellow.


Personality

Rafe was a very defiant child. He often was in a tussle with the other boys in the clan, and sometimes with the older girls. He didn't understand the traditions in the clan and often found himself before the Elder's to be reprimanded. Because of his misunderstood ways and ideas he was always kept in a low rank despite his brute strength and natural skill. It wasn't until he was finally beaten and given a nasty scare down his shoulder and arm that he fell silent and no longer fought. Deep inside Rafe is a fighter, but he lost the will to fight back. He doesn't talk much to very many others as no one takes him seriously. He has grown rather solemn and sullen. Though for the few he does deeply care for he is fiercely protective and has no problem sacrificing himself if it meant a better situation for them.


History

Rafe was born during the winter which is quite an odd season for any of the clan members to be born. He loved his mother dearly and was devastated when he watched her be killed in front of him when he was almost five years old before watching another woman be brought into the clan. As he got older he realized he was strong, very strong, and began to pick fights with the other children. He was often brought before the Elder's and given punishment, but it never stuck.

It wasn't until he challenged one of the alpha males during his early teens that he realized his own brute strength wasn't enough. He was sorely beaten and it took nearly two months to recover the mobility and strength in his right arm. It was at that time that he took to becoming a recluse and often would wander the border of the forest and the village of Alba.

During that time he began to take notice of one of the girls from the village. He noticed she seemed just as lonely as he felt. He would watch over her as she strayed dangerously close to the forest. He knew the darkness and danger that lurked inside. He felt a kinship towards her and made it his personal duty to protect her from the monsters that would threaten to take her.

It wasn't until the fifth year was coming to a close that he realized she might be the one to come into the forest wearing the red cloak. He went to the Elder's and asked why such sacrifices were always asked for. Naturally he couldn't sway them from the old tradition and could only stay in his shadows and hope that the villagers wouldn't offer Red up. Red was the only way he knew to call her with her lovely red hair. He had never heard her name and always thought it fitting to call her Red.

Rafe's Story