Name: James Hugo Smith

Age: 19

Appearance: In human form James has black, scruffy, and somewhat greasy, hair. His skin is slightly tanned but this is because he is outside most of the time and is slightly pale in places where he is not tanned. James stands at about 6ft 10in with a medium build with good muscles. His eyes are a venom green but are slightly duller in this form. If you wanted to describe James in a phrase it would be ‘The strong but silent type’.

Wolf Appearance: In wolf form James is almost jet black, similar to the colour of his hair in human form. His eyes stand out much more in this form, the venom green lighting up. His tail is also black but is lighter than the rest of his body, becoming a slightly grey hue as well as his back left paw. He is a very powerful wolf but not as fast but has enough skill to get past this.

Personality: Just because of his appearance and the fact he can’t speak, many think of James as a thug who would sell his soul for a spare bit of cash. He isn’t though. James can’t use words to express himself unless he uses Harry as a medium but what he lacks in vocals he makes up for in actions. He is very kind but as he wasn’t liked and sometimes sucker-punched, so grew to trust people less. Once he trusts you though you have an ally who will always fight for you no matter what you have done. He isn’t aggressive often and more of the loner type, being with only 2 or 4 people at a time.

History: James lived a childhood much like anyone else’s. He was tricked and bullied while given periods of happiness and love. He was born a loner and was rarely seen with people, always being told to be more social. When he turned 8 was when he started to develop a certain disease in his throat which makes it painful to talk. His parents weren’t rich and couldn’t have surgery done so James was forever cursed to be without a voice, a permanent loner.
Years passed and a year ago he met Harry, they became friends for un-disclosed reasons and Harry soon became James’s voice and best friend, he was also the one who wanted to join the pack.
James won’t admit it but he likes having people around him, but at a distance. This is why he has not gone rouge, but people doubt he is sane sometimes with the actions he takes.

Other?: A disease when James was younger made it so that he could rarely ever talk, doomed to be forever silent in human form. He can use telepathy in his wolf form to speak to others but normally only talks to Harry.
Due to James’s condition certain wolves, normally Harry, call him ‘Sil’ or ‘Silus’ as a sort of take on the word ‘Silent’. He doesn’t care about this too much but it can annoy him on occasion.

First Post: The moon was up and so was admitably James’s sprit. The day had been no different than normal, wake up, eat and work. It had all been the same, every day was the same. Even being a werewolf didn’t mean you were immune to the claws of human’s ‘society’. He smiled at the thought; ‘society’ was a word humans used to describe an adorned cage. James would never say this to anyone, well he couldn’t anyway, but he had always believed being able t live without such chains was the only true way to live at all.
He sighed, he was being philosophical again. He sure was thinking a lot lately, maybe it was just lack of communication getting to him.



Name: Harry Blindell King

Age: 16

Appearance: In Human form Harry stands at 5ft 6in, paling in comparison with James. His hair is slightly darker in this form but not by much. His eyes are like pools in this form, some saying you could get sucked into them if you stared into them hard enough. He is slightly underweight and has a scar running down his right leg. His skin is average looking, though he is always trying to get it tanned.

Wolf Appearance: Harry’s wolf form is around the average size a werewolf of his age should be, though he is slightly smaller and more scrawny. His eyes are an ocean blue with his fur a very light grey, bordering on white in some locations such as his spine area. He isn’t built for strength and not for speed over long distances either, so he is normally a strategist and fights with James to make up for his non-physical attributes. A scar runs down his right front paw.

Personality: Harry is a fairly cheerful character with a slight arrogance and childish-ness about him. He can be a slight pervert at times and loves thinking he’s a womaniser but has only had about 3 dates in his life, all ending with him injured somehow, including his weak paw or leg In human form. He can be spoilt at times but is okay most of the time, normally gaining wisdom from James. He can be wise o his own sometimes and acts aloof but falls in love easily, meaning he has suffered heart-break. He can become serious on occasion but never stays like that for long.

History: Harry lived a grand, almost spoilt life a s a child getting everything he wanted with barely having to put reasoning behind it. His parents owned a successful business and normally got something for Harry anytime he asked. Harry wasn’t liked at school but his own arrogance stopped him noticing this. One day When he was 15 Harry’s parent’s business went completely bankrupt, his parents killing themselves in grief. Not wanting to go to an orphanage Harry ran away, soon meeting James.
Harry doesn’t like to talk of his past and only confides in James, making some people think the are brothers.

Other?: Harry acts as a medium between other people and James. In Wolf form James will give him messages and he will say them. This is what happen most of the time, with James rarely speaking to anyone else unless alone.
Harry has a ingury on his right front paw which means he can’t run for long distances before it starts hurting badly, his calls this ‘his weak paw’.

First Post:
Harry smiled, today had been one of those days when he could have forgotten all the things that went on around him. A day where he could forget the horns of cars or the shrill sound of people constantly talking. A day where he could’ve been poked in the eye and just smile back, though not before punching the person of course.
He looked up into the sky as the sun started to duck out of the sky, lighting the sky with a mix of orange and pink. Sunset was nigh and soon he would transform. It was getting harder but he was still young, this was probably just some new werewolf thing. He didn’t know. Though now it didn’t matter it nhad been one of those days and now it was going to be one hell of a night.