Name
- Spire Schippers
Species
- Werewolf (made-wolf)
- Not affiliated with SCION
- Angular features
- 6'1"
- Dark hair
- Light gray eyes
- 27 years old
- Male
- Quick to engage in witty and/or barbed repartee
- Fluid liar, superficial charm
- Sadistic tendencies
- Manipulative
- Fiercely protective of the rare few he cares about
- Can force a change into wolf form but can't control the return shift or what he does as a wolf beyond the most basic of destructive aims
- Street-smart knack for hand-to-hand and/or knife fighting made keener by sharpened sense and reflexes
- Lack of formal military training
- Fairly competent with firearms, but underuses them on account of his enjoying cutting things
The three Schippers brothers, Spire, Toby, and Kole, grew up in a no-nonsense suburban household in Washington State. There would be no blurring of the line between reality and anything they couldn't see and touch, no tolerating fears of monsters under the bed, no religion, absolutely no believing in ghost stories, nothing weird or impractical, and certainly no Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy. There would be none of that nonsense.
There would also be no dissecting of the neighborhood pets.
...Though to be fair, most people would probably think that one a reasonable moral stipulation.
Spire always did have a hard time with moral stipulations.
At age ten, the eldest Schippers brother Spire was slapped into therapy and later diagnosed with "antisocial personality disorder": a nice, politically-correct-sounding label that seemed a bit too broad and a bit too mild to pin down the more popular, more specific "sociopathy."
Either the therapy worked or Spire just got better at repressing, at coverups, and at feigning stable emotional health. By his teen years, he was a subtly snide, charming little bastard, but as far as anyone knew, he was seldom in fights, and then only in sticking up for his younger brothers, with whom he seemed to have healthy relationships. He was never arrested, he made good grades in school, he never got anyone pregnant, he played team sports (and only fouled a little more often than most players), he developed a talent for art, hyper-realism, with landscapes and 3D wood carving being favorites, and he procured a studio art scholarship to a prominent school.
His parents would have preferred Spire use his steady hand to be a doctor, but in a sort of "well, um, congratulations at least for not turning into a serial killer or an out of control nymphomaniac," after Spire's graduation, they took the whole family through France and Switzerland to see the Louvre and then the countryside and mountains.
They were staying in a retreat cabin near Aiguille du Midi when Toby, the middle child, had one of his episodes.
The Schippers' parents didn't encourage the funny feelings Toby sometimes got, but... they were asleep and all three brothers awake, the peaks outside were invitingly flooded with moon and starlight, and Toby seemed so urgent. Spire easily justified hopping into the rental car to humor Toby, turning where the younger boy said until they came to the end of a road, hopped out thinking it all a great adventure, and found...two dead night-hikers and a wolf. But...not a wolf. It went after the littlest--Kole, twelve--and ripped his throat faster than anyone could blink, flinging him away like a wet rag. It was then that Toby...did something, somehow making the creature shy away long enough for the remaining two to scramble back into the car, but not before it had taken a sizeable bite of Spire's shoulder.
And exactly a month from that day was the day Toby and Spire started fully believing in "that nonsense."
Today
Just because the Schippers brothers found themselves forced to believe that the supernatural did exist, they were certainly not convinced that it should, especially not after what happened to Kole.
Months of agony in learning to handle Spire's transformations, pages of vigorous study of the supernatural, hours of combat practice, and nearly ten years later, Toby and Spire turned self-appointed crusaders against all things magical or mystical. Between Toby's pale brand of sorcery (cryptid-sensitivity and manipulation, as well as weak emotional empathy and influence), and Spire's lycanthrope senses and (eventual) ability to force shift, they made a solid team when it came to finding and slaughtering the nightmarish things that terrorize the fringes of reality.
And Spire found he really, really liked the slaughtering bit of this new hobby of his.
(See Toby Schippers' profile)