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Cade Bishop

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

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a character in “Wolves Reign: Blood Moon”, as played by Moonstruck

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    FULL NAME
    Cade Faustian Bishop

    AGE
    30

    SPECIES
    Born Werewolf

    ORIGINS
    Sector 1, Seattle


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    SEXUALITY
    Heterosexual

    STATUS
    Alpha

    HEIGHT
    6'

    WEIGHT
    150lbs


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PERSONALITY

"Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it."


Cade is best described as intense; he can intimidate with a mere look and he has the aura of a true Alpha, his presence commanding attention and respect when he walks into a room. He is characterized by an almost ruthless level of rationality, using his drive, determination and sharp mind to achieve his extremist goal of werewolf domination. Small talk is not his favorite thing and he prefers people to cut right to the chase and get down to business than spend time on pleasantries. His face is in a constant expression of vague irritability, making most people think he is angry and deterring others from approaching him. Truthfully he has a very low tolerance for people's nonsense, but despite his coldness, Cade is by no means a loner. He sees involving other werewolves as an important part to lycanthropy claiming their rightful place as the superior race and would much rather work in a pack. Luckily Cade possesses charisma and confidence that has led many werewolves to back him. He has a knack for picking up on pack members strengths and in that same vein, weaknesses, making him good at assigning tasks and coordinating his team. As relentless and dominant an Alpha as he is, he actually respects someone who can stand up to him (to a point) and is willing to listen to other’s opinion so long as they explain themselves clearly and concisely.

Strengths: Cade’s efficiency, self-confidence, and clear vision of the future are inspiring to others and he is the type of leader people want especially when facing what seem like insurmountable odds. It is clear that Cade cares for his pack members too and takes his responsibilities as an Alpha seriously.

Weaknesses: Cade’s one track mind to defeat humanity sometimes leads him to forget about the other parts of life to be lived. He is too busy fostering revolutionaries to nurture any other kind of relationship and refuses to get tied down. He tends to see emotional displays as displays of weakness and doesn’t let anyone’s personal matters take precedent over the cause. He is very prejudiced, believing the were-race is superior to the human race or any other mixed breed be it mutts or mongrels; therefore he is prone to prejudgment of people's character.



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ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

HEX CODE ; #6397ff
SONG ; STAND UP
TROPE ; THE STOIC
LIKES ; EFFICIENCY
DISLIKES ; VULNERABILITY
FEARS ; LOSS




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HISTORY

"The price of freedom is death."


Cade was a part of Sector 1 before werewolves were discovered to still exist and was the son of one of the top two Lieutenants for the original Alpha Adam. As a young boy he was indoctrinated by his father and his Alpha to believe that werewolves were the truly elite race. His father told him the humans were only acting stewards of the world until werewolves found a way to take the reigns and that the Alpha Adam had plans to do just that. Whatever the plans were for werewolf domination, neither Adam nor Cade’s father got the chance to fulfill them before they were burned alive in a warehouse fire by Wolvesbane Warriors when Cade was 12 years of age.

It wasn’t long after the warehouse fire that the werewolves were pulled out of the tunnels and arbitrarily divided and concentrated into ghettos. Werechildren ages 16 and below were forced into a reform school, as was Cade. The school withheld the children from their families and pack for most of the year, except for holidays and breaks. The reform school's main goal was to assimilate pups into human society before they became too old to be tamed. The staff at the school forced the children to repress their physical werewolf attributes and never allowed them to transform outside the full moon or else face strict corporal punishment. They also discouraged pack organization, ties, and hierarchy amongst the youth, and any dominance shown by male students was quickly beaten out of them.

Cade held steadfastly to what he was taught in his formative years though, not afraid to butt heads with the human staff at the school despite the consequences. He intentionally riled other students up to bring out their wolves and caused other disruptive behavior, growing more and more bitter against his humans "handlers". As he became older, he intimidated even the well-trained instructors, who wrote concerned notes to the principal of the school that he was “dominant, unpredictable, and dangerous” and that “the beast was brought out in him too early to salvage any humanity.” For Cade, the one benefit the school gave him was access to a library where he was able to check out revolutionary literature and became well-read in political struggles.

Despite all the warning signs and concerns from teachers, the principal kept Cade on as a student at the reform school rather than sending him home to the ghetto, determined to break the boy. This was a terrible mistake made on the principal’s part, and at 16, Cade and several other students mauled a teacher and two guards during an outdoor PE session and escaped the schoolyard. They went into hiding, making camp in an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Seattle and formed the pack “Praetor Lupus”. Unlike the traditional pack which is generally formed for companionship and territory and usually contains several generations, Praetor Lupus was largely made up of young, single wolves united by political motivation. The pack struggled in its infancy by having so many young viable males and Cade fought just as much with his own members as humans in the beginning. Once establishing order though, Cade was able to focus the group’s efforts on fulfilling his father's and Alpha's wish to establish werewolf domination.





Face-Claim: Tyler Hoechlin
Portrayed By: Moonstruck

So begins...

Cade Bishop's Story

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About 60 miles west of the small town of Thorp in what seemed a whole different reality, lied the metropolis of Seattle. The Emerald city, once the cultural capitol of the Northwest was now known as the City of Walls; City of Wolves; The New Berlin. Most of these wolves the city was known for were kept within the infamous walls of the ghettos, yet they were easily confused with their human counterparts if it wasn't for their idenifying arm bands.

They were by nature and somewhat by circumstance, a secretive species; on the outside appearing like any human and modifying their behavior to fit in. The same principle followed for their dens and gathering places, the most secret places hid in plain sight. A highschool on the outskirts of the city, delipidated and long forgotten was one such den. It had last been used as a shelter during the revolution by humans and when the young werewolves who occupied it first came across it there was still some half-disentigrated writing on the chalkboards. They were evacuation instructions and what to do if they were attacked by werewolves. No one had cared to wipe them off, not even the numerous graffiti artists that had trespassed on the premise before it was marked for a demolition that never happened.

Better dead than turned was the last scrawled message on every chalkboard they found.

It made them wonder if it had come to that and how many had followed. Cade remembered this statement, it was chiseled into his bone like ice. But it didn't make him any less fervent in his mission. He admired the ultimatum. He was reminded of the lengths in which both sides strove to win. Now that humans had their victory, he felt it was his job to make sure that even though they were broken they were never defeated. The war would not be over until every last one of them was gone.

He seered the messages of their ancestors into every one of his pack member's hearts. He indoctrinated them in the message of werewolf supremacy as he had been growing up in Sector 1. Praetor Lupus was built on this message and it kept them together, unlike an ordinary pack which was formed and bound together by one Alpha and kept united by blood and territory. They were all young, loyal to an idea and a cause: the revolution that Adam had started.

They had started out with just five members in the pack after Cade led a break out of one of the reform schools. (The irony of ending up in another school did not escape him) Since then Cade and his pack had managed to grow the number to 50. Still a piddly amount, but they were working on it. Tonight they hoped to increase their numbers by at least 20 while kids at the reform school were on break in the ghettos.

Cade convened his council of his most trusted pack members in one of the classrooms, consisting of the original pack members plus two younger members. When he entered the room, they all stood up from their seats around the long table in the middle.
Cade didn't bother with greetings and got right to business before he even made it to the table.

"What have all of you been talking about?"

As he sat down everyone else did as well. David Lacayo, an original member and the Beta of Praetor Lupus, sat closest to Cade at his right hand and responded first.

"We were just talking about the Liberation Act."

"And?"

"Well we have covered the merit's of its legislator, Ms. Davenport..." Miranda, one of the few females in the group spoke up, she was also one of the two non-original members in the council, "She's very popular, her father is a long time governor and she has the backing of a lot of werewolves in the Harlow Ghetto due to her association with the Alpha Daryl---"

"Ex-Alpha. We know this already. Some of us have been around for a while." David cut her off with an annoyed tone, "Anyways, for the obvious reasons Miranda just explained, it looks like she's got it in the bag to be put on the ballot in November. She has through the next three days to get all the signatures."

Cade mulled this piece of information over silently.

Next to Miranda the other non-original member, Liam, a kindly still boyish-looking young man, spoke up, "Isn't it possible that the Liberation Act could be a step in the right direction?"

The polite quiet became an eerie silence.

A quick shift of eyes; a cough; an irritatingly high pitched noise of metal against concrete as someone squirmed uncomfortably in their chair. No one said anything. The majority of Praetor Lupus being young adults meant not all old decorum was followed. But what hadn't changed was hierarchy and how it nuanced every action and conversation. Liam realized in that moment he lingered dangerously close to crossing a line with his Alpha, yet he persisted with his point:

"It could end reform schools. That's been one of our main goals this whole time." he reasoned his voice a slight pitch higher.
Cade didn't show any kind of response in his face, his expression resting constantly somewhere between annoyed and silent anger that made everyone unsure whether or not they had just pissed him off.

"It's not enough." he responded none too aggressive, but not in a tone that could give any kind of assurance.

"... Yeah, but if it ends reform schools, that's one less thing we have to fight and we could focus on other things." Liam posed desperately, looking around for anyone at the table to defend his point.

David smacked his palm down on the table like a gavel, yellow eyes lighting up. "Will you shut the fuck up with your pacifist bullshit, Liam? Who the hell are you to contradict the Alpha, huh?" Liam cringed in his seat like he was ready to get hit, but having been sufficiently terrified back in his place David relaxed and turned the meeting back over to Cade.

"Sorry, sir..." Liam mumbled, this time remembering the proper address.

"It's fine..." Cade replied surprisingly unruffled. Oddly enough, he really did seem to have a lot of patience with the younger members. It was one of the many surprising characteristics of the Alpha that was buried under his prickly exterior. He proceeded calmly to talk.

"The ballot proposes that the schools be shut down over the next four years. We may be able to live forever, but when childhood is over, it's over. Even for us... In the meantime we can only imagine what the humans might come up with as a replacement for the schools. This is nothing more than a lightweight measure to keep the masses from revolting..."

David sat back in his chair, arms crossed and smirked at Liam across the table.

"...Giving our enemy the benefit of the doubt though, let's say this measure will do everything it says: It would be considered progress if equality was what we were striving for - but that is not what we want... Nobody can hand us our freedom, especially not those who enslave us. We have to fight for it. Tonight many of the recruits we will be picking up are escaping the reform schools where they have been brainwashed into thinking they are inferior and we cannot be wavering in our stance against humans."

He paused as he looked around the table at each of them, then he stood up. "On that topic. David. Miranda. You're both coming with me tonight for initiation." David grinned whilst Miranda nodded somewhat surprised.

Cade promptly left the room after having wrapped up, followed by his Beta. They walked on in silence down the corridor a ways until David was sure they were not in ear shot of anyone.

"That little twat should be removed from council; back talking you like that." he commented.

"He was trying to make a point, a misguided one, but none the less a point."

"It was dissent. What he was saying goes against our philosophy, our mission. If you start allowing that kind of talk at all--"

Cade stopped his stride abruptly, turning and halting mere inches away from David's face. In an instant Cade's presence grew to become so overpowering and domineering it felt as if it was physically pushing up against him, suffocating him. They were of the same height, but somehow Cade felt 10x larger than him in that moment. It was like he had transformed into a beast without physically having transformed, conveying his power through one hard steely gaze.

"Do you think I've forgotten our mission? That I've forgotten who killed my father? Who put us in chains?"

David looked back into his friend's icy blue eyes and shook his head.

"Have you forgotten what I've done to break those chains?"

"No. Of course not."

After a tense moment Cade backed off, taking his overwhelming presence with him and allowing David to breath. He returned back to himself, calm and cold as a snowy winter's day.

"... I will never stop fighting for the cause that our fathers did -- and we will get your brother out of human hands, soon. I promise."

A slow smile broke out on David's face breaking the tension and he nodded. They both reached out at the same time and clasped their hands together, forearm to forearm, in a show of solidarity.

"Better dead than chained, my friend." David repeated Praetor Lupus's old adage with a grin.

Cade gave his old friend a rare half-smile.

"Better dead than chained."

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It was becoming dark when they assembled in a safe house outside the walls of Harlow. For four young werewolves all between the ages of 14 and 17 it would probably be the first time any of them had been outside the walls past curfew. They waited nervously inside the empty building, long abandoned after the revolution, a few desks and chairs left of what might have been in an office. Outside smells had invaded the interior, the smell of wet concrete and dead leaves violating the space.

"Are you sure we're in the right place Mateo?" one of the kids asked the other.

"I'm sure; they'll be here any minute." Mateo, the curly-haired one replied.

"What if they're still able to track us here, huh?" - The forboding 'they' now referenced the humans - "Are you sure that chick knew what she was doing? All I saw her do was swipe that thing over our wrists and tap a few buttons on her computer. It can't be that simple..." he scratched the skin on his wrist where he knew the chip was, "If we're caught, principal Cager will put all of us in solitary confinement for sure! Doesn't matter if we're on campus or not when we break the rules..."

"If you're so scared you can go." Mateo told him.

"I'm not scared man, I'm just saying..."

Just then Cade and David entered the room that was on the second floor of the dilapidated building and they all fell silent. They had not heard them coming up the stairs, a surprise to all of them. They were much stealthier than the youth. They looked in awe at these 'older' werewolves, who made no deal of wearing their glowing eyes as darkness fell. They seemed so comfortable in their own skin, at ease with their bodies and all of the things that they could do with it that they had been taught were not normal. David licked the front of his teeth and smiled with his fangs - he loved recruitment day if only to see the young ones squirm. But this day was particularly special to him, one that he had waited so long for.

Mateo unlike the others was staring at David not in fear or even awe, but a wide-eyed wondered that verged on tears. He blinked a few times containing himself before he walked over to his older brother. It had been years since they had even been in the same room together. They had only communicated through letter once in a blue moon and even then it was only one way, David to Mateo: We are coming for you. Just wait. Be strong. Until just the other day when he received a note finally telling him it was time.

"Hey punk," David said in a friendly manner that was unusual to him. He hooked the young wolf around the neck with the crook of his arm and ruffled his curly head. "Me extrañaste?"

"No!" Mateo choked, struggling to get free, "I've had the room all to myself and don't have to share la comida with your gordo ass since you left."

"Well that's all about to change, hermanito." David laughed and let him pop his head free from the head lock, "Now you have to share everything, AND I get to boss you around."

For a moment David didn't seem all that unapproachable, the young werewolves relaxed, grinning at their peer being teased by his older brother. But then David looked at the rest of them, his eyes immediately narrowing.

"What the hell are you all looking at?" he asked all friendliness seeping out of his voice. Their smiles vanished, confused and once again a little afraid. "Don't you look me in the eye! Were you all born yesterday? Stand up straight for your Alpha you fucking worms!"

They all fixed their posture immediately, and David grinned smuggly, pushing his brother back towards his friends. With greetings out of the way, Cade got down to the business at hand, their mission that would initiate them into the pack.

"As some of you might have heard before tonight, recently a young werewolf girl was beat by a guard while playing outside with her sibling." Cade recounted. "They beat her after a ball went astray in a game on the street and hit a patrol car. She was charged with threatening an officer... He was charged with nothing."

He let a solemn silence pass then continued, "We are going to send them a message; that there is not one injustice that escapes our attention. Not one little thing that won't be written in our ledger for revenge. We are always watching and listening, and every debt will be paid. We will make sure of it."

"What's happened to the guard?" one the young werewolves asked.

"He works in my neighborhood, I haven't seen him on patrol since." one of them answered.

"Probably on administrative leave or some bullshit suspension." Mateo interjected bitterly, folding his arms.

"Doesn't matter, he will get what's coming to him..." Cade said. At this point he finally opened the mystery bag he had in his hand and took out what he had hidden inside: red paint cans, and tossed them to each of them. Just as he did, a siren sounded in the distance indicating that curfew was upon them in thirty minutes. Another one would sound 10 minutes before the ghetto gates closed, then a final one on the hour.

"...But first, you will let him know we are coming for him and anyone else who lays a finger on us."

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At just past the hour four sillhouettes slunk along the ghetto wall. They searched for a spot remote enough from the entrance of the ghetto and far enough from any occupied building that they would have time to work without being spotted right away. Once they found their spot, they wrote out in blood red letters across the concrete wall "We are watching" with the symbol of the wolf they wore on their arms as a visible warning to others.

"Hurry, hurry!" one of them keeping watch urged nervously, "They'll come around any minute!"

There were patrolmen in squad cars that surveyed the perimeter of the ghettos at night. And not a minute after they had finished their handiwork, one of them came into view.

"C'mon! Let's go! Let's go!"

"Hold on!" Mateo hastily sprayed on his last little message on the wall, a side note scribbled as an after thought - (PS fuck U)

"Hey!! You kids!" The megaphone from atop the patrol car screeched.

The others only stalled a moment as they shielded their eyes from the spot light that shined onto them from the patrol car then booked it in the opposite direction. The officer jumped out of his vehicle and pursued them. Mateo dropped his spray can and turned to follow the others, but the officer had already gotten close enough to pull out his taser gun and shot him. The surge jolted through his entire body and he collapsed to his knees.

"Wait! Wait! He got Mateo!" he heard one of his friends say.

"Fuck it! I'm out of here!"

The patrol officer came up behind him and he heard the sound of him taking the baton off his belt.

"So much for traveling in packs... Where are your friends now, huh?" the officer mocked, bringing down the baton with a crack to the side of his head. Mateo fell down onto his hands, struggling to get up with a heavy head and spots filling his vision. "Fuck... you..." he grunted through clenched teeth, earning him another swift swipe from the baton, this time on his back to keep him down as the officer took out his silver-lined cuffs.

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Mateo sat breathless in the passenger seat for a moment. "Oh, uh... the name’s Mateo." He replied with a shaky laugh as well. "Holy shit man... That was AWESOME!" Jackson's chest swelled with pride as Mateo ran his hands through his unruly hair, and looked around the interior of the patrol vehicle. "Heh, this is the first time I’ve ever been in the front of one of these..." Jackson nodded in kind, he was far more acquainted with the back seat as well.

He picked up a coffee mug in the cup holder between the seats, still warm and half full. It had the Seattle PD emblem on it and having decided it would be the perfect souvenir to bring back as evidence of their triumph, Mateo poured the rest of the coffee onto the floor board; The scent of the steaming liquid wafting through the interior of the car as Jackson snickered.

"We should get out of here and get back to the others." Mateo told him. He had no idea that Jackson had just stumbled upon the scene and decided to risk life and limb simply as a Good Samaritan. He assumed he must have been another recruit for Praetor Lupus he didn’t know about. Jackson, completely oblivious, agreed to come along to see the kid safely reunited with his friends for lack of a better plan. They left the vehicle behind and quickly zig-zagged through the streets and allies, back towards the safe house. Having made it back, they climbed the stairs to the second floor of the deserted building where Cade and David were waiting for them.

David was clearly relieved to see his little brother back, starting over to him. "That took you long enough, what happened—"

He stopped mid-stride and looked at Jackson, realizing he was none of the recruits from earlier, "who the fuck is that?"

Mateo appeared surprised, looking between his brother and Jackson. "Him? He’s... he’s, uh..." Mateo then remembered he had never asked for the blond kid’s name, "he’s one of us... isn’t he?"

David palmed his forehead, "No! You dipshit! Why the fuck is here!?"

Cade moved from the wall, gaze fixated on Jackson with a predacious look in his brightly lit eyes. Praetor Lupus had survived only by being the utmost careful in its operations and who it included. Even when it came to other werewolves, Cade was discerning with who he permitted any kind of knowledge of the pack and its whereabouts. He did not trust them by virtue of their species. The revolution had failed because of betrayal from within after all and he would not make the same mistake.

Mateo was flabbergasted and frantic, "He-he saved my life! One of the patrol guys got me and he stole their vehicle and got me out of there! I just thought because he was a werewolf and.. and.." he fell silent as Cade strode past him, seemingly ignoring what he had to say and focusing on Jackson.

"Who are you?" Cade asked pointedly, standing just close enough to Jackson to be intimidating. The first thing that came to Cade’s mind is that he was possibly a spy, an infiltrator from the outside trying to learn more about them.

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No sooner had they entered into this uber creepy, seemingly disused building did Jackson locate his missing regret from before. He was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite story, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the pages and spoken to him. This entire circumstance had caught him completely off guard. He hadn't known what to expect, but it sure wasn't this. Boy, the city is just chock full of surprises. Were all werewolves so ornery about tag-a-longs to their wolfie shindigs? He asked himself. He didn't understand if exclusivity was like some sort of pack thing or what.

Chiseled jaw Mc-glowing eyes was terrifying in his intensity to say the least, but Jackson couldn't help but be more exhilarated rather than frightened. He'd never been this close to other wolves before. All this raw bestial energy, something he had been forbidden from participating in for so long, made his threatening stance downright inviting. Jackson possessed a considerable level a chill, and figured remaining buoyant and convivial, an advertisement for friendship might de-escalate things a bit. He didn't know much if anything about werewolf hierarchy or etiquette.

"Oh, well I'm Jackson. Uh, nice to meet you guys I guess!" He began, settling into the situation. "Don't be too mad at Mattie here, we were a little too overwhelmed at the moment to really figure our shit out, ya know?" Jackson finished laughing awkwardly, rubbing the short hairs on the back of his neck. The surly wolf in front of him didn't seem any less agitated. It brought to mind the expression 'raised hackles' though Jackson wasn't entirely sure what hackles were.

"I don't want any trouble, really. Your boy just seemed to be in a pinch, and I can relate. Those guys were douchey times infinity." He huffed out a breath of air, pantomiming an expression of relief and ease, like he wasn't completely keyed up and vaguely concerned this dude may actually lurch forward and attack him at any moment.

"Anyways, we're co-conspirators now, so it's not like you have to worry about me saying anything. I don't want to get in trouble any more than you. Besides, Grand Theft Auto is as I know it, a more severe offense than whatever charges he could have stick to him."

He refrained from pumping a fist and adding something along the lines of 'Wolf Power.' or 'Wolves for life, bro.' That would probably have been a tad much. He was talking too much.

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"Christ, does it ever shut up?" David laughed bemused. He held his brother by his shoulder who was looking more and more concerned by the second on Jackson’s behalf.

Cade cocked his head to the side curiously, backing off slightly, and taking him in more fully - gauging Jackson’s posture, strength, demeanor, all from a glance.

"Jackson, huh?" Was all he said, his face enigmatic in its expression. Although it couldn’t be told what he was thinking about everything he said, at the very least he was looking a little less like he was about to eat him.

"Seems like a chatterbox to me, sir." David said, cracking his neck, "I could take care of ‘im if you like."

"No! But he helped me!" Mateo pulled away from his brother.

"Carnal— we can’t risk letting people we don’t know have any knowledge of where or what we are doing. He could be a Fido fetching information for humans."

"Alpha, please!" Mateo addressed Cade this time, pleadingly. "Everyone else ran away but he— he risked his life for me! For no reason and without hesitation! A complete stranger! Don’t we need people like that in the pack?"

Cade wasn’t positive on Jackson’s motivations. The only thing he felt fairly certain of at this point was that he had no intention of ending up here. In fact, he wasn’t even sure the kid had any intention in what he said or did beyond the present moment based on his unfiltered rambling. This meant he might not be a Fido but a blabber mouth which wasn’t much better if he went around telling his story all over town to human or werewolf. However, the act of saving Mateo was quite impressive and the type of fearlessness (and perhaps, yes, stupidity) one needed to be in Praetor Lupus.

Luckily Cade wasn’t a hot head like his Beta. He wasn’t the type, despite all his posturing, to squash a kid on the off chance they were a spy. Before he could make a decision on what exactly to do with him though, he felt like he needed to know more... He had listened very carefully to his blathering and certain things just weren’t adding up... Some of what he had mentioned about himself seemed off from what other werewolf youth might have experienced and his interest was piqued.

"What ghetto are you from, Jackson?" Cade finally asked after a pensive moment.

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Character Portrait: Cade Bishop Character Portrait: Jackson Kastner

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J A C K S O N
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This David character had a wild, manic quality, something unhinged and hectic and a little perilous radiated from his person. The only thing Jackson was sure of was that he wouldn't want to be left alone in a room with him, wolf consanguinity or not. His attention snapped back to the obvious one in charge. Would they believe this had all happened by mere happenstance?

"Well, that's actually a funny story...I'm not from one of the ghettos. I was trying to sneak IN that one when I ran into him and those patrol guys." He explained, throwing a nod in Mateo's direction. "I wasn't having much luck though. Those walls are a bitch to get over, am I right?"

He combed the room for an empathetic expression, but none were shared. How did they get in and out if not over the walls? Jackson wondered. Adrift in an air of charged significance, doubt struck him: Perhaps these guys were not the ones to lend a hand in his efforts to find his long lost brother. He wanted to ask just who they were exactly, but seeing as they were on the defense about their identity from the start, that knowledge probably would not help matters.

Cade blinked, once, twice at him. They were becoming more confused by the minute with Jackson. He wasn’t from a ghetto and didn’t even seem to be from the same planet as them.

"The trouble isn’t usually getting in, it’s getting out..." Cade told him, raising an eyebrow. "If you’re not from a ghetto... That must mean you’re rogue."

Mateo audibly gasped at this, his jaw dropping open at what to Jackson must have been a meaningless statement.

"Whoa." He awed, "Now we have to have him in our pack!"

David elbowed his brother in the ribs, giving him an annoyed look and Mateo shut up, rubbing his side with a sullen expression.

Cade still seemed neither here nor there with Jackson, only curious. He didn’t have all night to play 50 questions with him -staying in the inner city too long was risky business- but he was fast learning that Jackson had NO idea what he was doing. Now whether it was the kind of recklessness that was useful or dangerous to have around was the real question; and the fastest way to get at that was to figure out his motivations.

"Are there anymore of you?" Cade questioned further. "why were you trying to get into the ghetto?"


Jackson puzzled over how him saving their friend had turned into an interrogation, vaguely wondering if this differed all that much from the grilling the police would have given him had he been caught. He exhaled audibly again, this time more naturally that premeditated. Mateo seemed impressed by his sheer existence though, which was a positive. He did know the definition of the word 'rogue' but not insofar as it pertained to werewolf vocabulary. However, it did sound like an incredibly cool title to have...

"Just my mom, and well my brother, but that's why I was trying to get in the ghetto." He confessed, choosing to trust in them. They were, after all, what he wanted to be a part of for his whole life long. A little honestly always went further when building bridges, and he desperately did not want to become Karen Kastner, burner of said bridges.

"I think my brother is living in one of those ghettos, though my mom wouldn't say which one. He's older, and mom took me away after my dad—after he was lost in the uh,"

Was it a battle? War was too big a term for what lasted only a month but seemed weighty enough for the impact that one month had on everything.

"conflict. From eighteen years ago." He swallowed, for this was still a fresh wound reopened. He knew what the news called that incident, The Seattle Siege, but he also knew he wouldn't like the taste of that in his mouth. It painted the 'offending' party in a very malicious light. The victor's writes history, as they say.

The slightest bit of empathy slipped through Cade's otherwise impervious facade, not expressed so much in his face, but in the quiet way he spoke, "Right..."

David on the other hand, was obviously less moved. He crossed his arms.

"We all lost family in the revolution. I don't see how that makes him anymore trustworthy." David commented bitterly, though it seemed he was going largely unheard. Already he didn't seem to like Jackson but it was more or less a part of David's nature to not like anyone right away. Jackson's overall happy-go-lucky demeanor was definitely not doing him any favors with the grizzled young man.

Cade considered Jackson a moment more silently. He hated making decisions without all the information, but he decided this time he would take his chances. His mother may have deserted the cause, from the information Jackson gave it was hard to tell, but perhaps there was some loyalty to be found in him from his father.

"We can help you find your brother..." Cade finally said, "That is, if you are willing to fight with us... The revolution is not done, the one your father and mine sacrificed their lives for. We are still fighting it, my pack. We are not many yet, but we are growing stronger, and one day we will take back our freedom and our city."

Jackson was felled. He hadn't anticipated any sort of invitation, Hell, he had barely hoped for even reluctant assistance. The encounter had been laden with varying degrees of obfuscation, as they skirted the topic of themselves while insisting he knew too much. If he had to of wagered a guess one way or the other before that moment, based on Mateo's relative, he HALF expected an ass kicking of some kind...but to go with them?

Knowing who they were, specifically, was of little consequence as long as he knew what they were about. This 'Alpha' and his pack were revolutionaries, who had also apparently lost fathers to the war, which made them more kin to him than even being werewolves did. Unlike Jackson's mother, however, they weren't going to give up on those who were left without a fight. This was the first thing to make sense during this entire exchange, or rather, the first thing to make sense throughout this entire day. It was steadying in the midst of confusing events—and, like a stray dog hungry for affection, Jackson felt some profound shift in allegiance, blood-deep, a sudden, humiliating, eye watering conviction of these people are good. He shook his head fervently, wearing a smile that was wide and assured of itself.

"Willing? Hell yeah, I'm willing! I'm sure my brother, where ever he may be, will be too when we find him!"

He didn't know anything about his brother, not even a name, but much like the invention of his father in his mind, he had already constructed a brother not unlike himself. Does this make me a member of a pack? Was it all that easy? Jackson was so very naïve...

"Then considered yourself initiated... Welcome to Praetor Lupus." Cade said with half a smirk.

Jackson's heart stuttered. Praetor Lupus He'd heard the name on the television, or in the contemptuous whispers of those who preferred the status quo the way it was now. It was a group people usually spoke about with disdain...but he was in awe for he had always considered them heroes.

"Hey, what about me?!" Mateo asked.

"You too, hermanito." David patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes!" he cheered pumping his fist in the air. He then ran over to Jackson's side who had now been cleared of suspicion. "Hey, you and I are practically family now! And you're gonna find your brother. Good thing you showed up when you did, eh primo?"

Jackson was pretty sure his heart may actually explode. Family. Acceptance. Mateo handed over the brushed-nickel coffee mug he had stolen from the cop car to him, "For saving my life man, or at the very least saving my ass from solitary confinement. You should keep it." Jackson accepted it with pride, handling it with care, mumbling out only a giddy thanks least he reveal to everyone just how choked up he was all of a sudden.

Just then footsteps could be heard coming up the stairwell and in came two more of the recruits, out of breath.

"Hey chickens, what took you so long?" Mateo taunted them.

"Well some of us didn't get a ride!"

"Yeah, well you deserved it! You left me behind."

"Dude we had cops on our tails too! We woulda gone back for ya but.."

"Suuuure, I saw the shit trails you left behind running away."

This instantly started a fight, not a real one, a play one triggered by the adrenaline still pumping in their veins and the sheer excitement of having made it through initiation. The two older werewolves didn't seem to think much of it, allowing them to push and shove one another, nearly pulling an apprehensive but enthusiastic Jackson into it when one of them collided with him. However, Cade had interrupted the recruits' bantering and play fighting with a more serious question before he could decide whether or not it was appropriate to join in the fun.

"What happened to the fourth one of you?"

They immediately halted, pushing off one another and rolling their shoulders and necks, shaking off the rest of their adrenaline.

"Oh..." the two who had entered last looked to each other seeing which one would try to explain their missing friend.

One of them finally spoke, "Um.. He... He left, said he couldn't do it, sir."

"He's going back to his folks in the ghetto in the morning." the other added.

Though disappointing, Cade was not angry at this news. He had after all not technically lost a recruit with Jackson nor did he want anyone who might have doubts of joining.

"No point in sticking around then... You're all in." Cade announced to them, he paused once more though before they took off. "Next time all of you are on a mission, you stick together. One of you was nearly caught and left behind, and it was only because of him-" he pointed at Jackson, "-that all of you are here. He's a rogue and still has more pack instinct than the rest of you. Now let's go."