Argus Lefroy

"We'll always be monsters to them."

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a character in “Chicagoland: A Monsters Tale”, as played by Andoral



● ● ● ❝ARGUS LEFROY- - -

➔ 17 SEPTEMBER 1989 (AGE 24)


➔ In human form Agrus is 5'10 with a characteristic tousled, untidy look. His hair is a matte, light
golden brown, with short bristles that cover his jaw and a set of heavy, green eyes. Argus dresses
with no regard to glamour or fashion, instead, t-shirts, jeans and plaid shirts.
When in wolf form, Argus appears ten feet in length with coarse, ash gray fur.



➔ POWERS + ABILITIES: As a werewolf, Argus possess enhanced wolf-like senses and instincts.

➔ In good weather conditions, Argus is able to identify particular scents in his surroundings and far distances.
His precise sense of smell is beneficial to his occupation as a chef; springing many job opportunities at restaurants
and various workplaces. However, Argus' withdrawn nature compels him to lead his career into something
more ideal with his character. He found The Black Dog not long ago on outskirts of Arcana Towne, and has been working
there since.

➔ As with all werewolves, Argus' hearing is at least 15 times sharper than the regular human. He can hear a sound as far as six
miles away in the forest, and ten miles away in the open. He is also granted keen eye sight; Argus is quick to detect the slightest of movements.
Strength, speed, and general reflexes are also enhanced; but compared to that of the vampire, Argus is an easy match in human form.
In wolf form, however, Argus becomes quite the competitor.

➔ In his teenage years, Argus' temper triggered his spontaneous transformations.
On such occasions, he would run away from home in wolf form, forcing his mother
to chase after him in her car until nightfall.

➔ He has a small collection of wooden spinning tops.

antique wooden spinning tops / expensive jewellery / theme song

So begins...

Argus Lefroy's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kallistrate Dimitriou Character Portrait: Argus Lefroy Character Portrait: Lovino Amore

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Kallistrate took a long sip of her drink, bringing it down to about half its original volume. "Good evening, Lovi." Eating her fig, which had absorbed just enough of the liqueur at this point to make it a nice little treat, she gave herself a moment to chew before swallowing and speaking again.

"Yes, I'd been hearing it. I was giving them a moment to get it under control, but as it doesn't seem to be stopping I'm going to go intervene." Her snakes, as usual, largely ignored Lovi as a non-threat, but the scuffle out front was raising them into a tizzy. Not that she believed Lovi was harmless, she was sure he had some weapons to bear including his cupid powers that had and could again deal with any problems he encountered. However, she'd known him and been his parole officer long enough to know of a certainty that he presented no threat to her, personally, and her snakes had reacted on that instinctual knowledge weeks before she'd come to trust him. They occupied a strange middle ground, in Kallistrate's mind, between friends and their legal relationship where Kalli had to keep an eye on him for the rest of his parole period. Whether or not they remained friends after that period was done was hard to say.

"But as I've had a long day of dealing with 'asses,' as you say, I have no compunction in knocking of few of those furry simpletons' heads together. I sincerely hope they won't keep me from my drink for long, I deserve a bit of relaxation this evening. You'll excuse me, won't you, while I deal with this?"

As she walked back towards the door, she made the decision to leave her snakes how they were. Writhing on her head and spread out in their anticipation of the fight, a few were even starting to hiss. Kallistrate knew what sight that made, and took full advantage of it in her work and off-work time. Werewolves were close to animals and humans, so her venom would likely be perilous, even deadly to them. Out front and to the side of the building in an alley stood a ring of young werewolves and a few humans, along with what she recognized as the chef of the Black Dog, Argus Lefroy, still in his wolf form.

*No biting* she urged her snakes as she tried to get them to close their mouths in a mix of an instinctual reining in and a difficult to describe sort of telepathic speech without words. Intimidation was well and good, but her venom could very well kill all but the Black Dog chef, and perhaps even him, depending on his age and strength. Her snakes calmed slightly but kept themselves spread, draping themselves in front of her shoulders or using their muscles to curl out and forward from her body. Taking a careful stance some ten feet away from the group, Kallistrate addressed them, moving her badge to her hip and sweeping her blazer away from it on both sides, her hands at her hips.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she remarked loudly, her badge glinting in the light of the one streetlamp that stood at the street where the alley began. Her crimson snakes, blue eyes wide open, were still hissing. "My name is Lieutenant Dimitriou and I'm with the Chicagoland Monster Investigators. I highly suggest that you disperse immediately, or shall I intervene and forcibly restrain you before hauling all of you back to the station?"

The circle froze, most in fear. She could tell the humans among them and quite a few of the young wolves hadn't seen her particular species before and they were torn between awe, bewilderment, and wetting their pants. Ah, the young. Kallistrate took a strong step forward and that was enough to disperse a large part of the crowd who decided a narrow alley with a gorgon was a dangerous place to be. They rushed out of the alley giving her and her snakes a wide berth. A few of her snakes decided to wriggle and half-strike at them as the young troublemakers passed, out of amusement and to ensure they did not forget the CMI was always watching them.

Taking a few more steps, the echo of her oxfords on the pavement an emphatic warning, she approached the chef. "Mr. Lefroy, may I ask what is going on here?"


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Character Portrait: Kallistrate Dimitriou Character Portrait: Argus Lefroy

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Kallistrate watched where he looked and nodded. "Of course. I would not wish to endanger your position when you were merely trying to rein in the young wolves. I have a seat in one of the back booths, but perhaps the kitchen would be better, for privacy?"

Following Mr. Lefroy to the location of his choice, Kallistrate pondered her options. She was only about a quarter buzzed, and in no mood to haul anyone back to the station tonight. If she had to, she would have, but it would have made her even more venomous than usual to the offenders, pun intended.

When they sat down, Kallistrate thought longingly for her drink and began, in a low voice, "Pack...issues are, as you know, governed within the pack, as far as bureaucracy is concerned. Since there were a few humans involved tonight, this issue could be CCMAA territory. One of their Advocates is here tonight, Minerva Eldridge? I don't know if you two are acquainted but I have worked with her on several occasions and she is very competent. If she can't help you, she'll know someone who can."

Her snakes had calmed down, so she considered whether or not to tie them back again. Deciding against it, as it was her off time and they deserved a little freedom after a long day, she continued. "I don't know what group you're aligned with, but if you aren't comfortable with the CCMAA's involvement, as humans aren't a big part of your issue, I can see what I can do. Frankly, the pack doesn't communicate with us too much about their status in the city, although I remember hearing a while ago that the official pack may have moved, so you know more than I do on this issue. Please take my offer of help seriously, because feral wolves without any control can cause havoc in town, and I don't want to have to start putting cubs in prison if there's a way around it."

Kallistrate rubbed the bridge of her nose in a pinching motion with two fingers. "It's been a long day, Mr. Lefroy, and diplomacy was never my strong point to begin with, so if I've stepped on any werewolf toes or mores I apologize. The Director at the station is also a werewolf, so I can also get you an appointment to speak with him if that's what's needed. Just..." she sighed. "How can I help you, help them?"

The setting changes from chicagoland to The Black Dog


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Character Portrait: Kallistrate Dimitriou Character Portrait: Argus Lefroy

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#, as written by Andoral

His spirits were elevated with the enchantment of nature. Or rather, the wolf counterpart was delighted with every moment Argus took to visit the neighbouring wood. Its senses were gratified at the genial warmth of the sun, the scents of the earth soiling the pads of its enormous paws, and the ample sights and splendour. This was what a young wolf should familiarise with, Argus believed. Not the misuse of physical power, and certainly not the overestimation of the wolf’s inborn superiority. Alongside their native province of the wood, Chicagoland was an entire world unknown to them. The city, as with their own home, came with laws to be respected.

The CMI spoke with a string of language that Argus could scarcely comprehend. He mused over the idea that the young lady, her hair of snakes and unusual scent were employed in a mysterious line of work that involved thievery, which would mean that she was accustomed with coercive arts. But as the CMI continued, Argus listened attentively. She spoke with an accent of respect and practiced hospitality, or perhaps his deductions were severe, and the CMI was genuinely concerned.

Argus did not stir in his seat at the booth throughout her discourse. When she uttered the last words of her proposal, he rested his elbows on the wooden table and closed his hands over his nose, glancing once at the ceiling. The particular pack that the CMI spoke of was not new to him. They consisted of a disorderly assembly of werewolves, the true bloods, or as they preferred, “true wolves”.

“The true wolves won’t move here because they’re too high and mighty to think of leaving their home. They like a challenge, even if we’re on the edge of civil war.” Argus said finally, clasping his hands together in firmness. “I don’t know much about the CCMAA, or the witch. She smells familiar, if you count that for ‘acquainted’. I think the humans were just excited to see a fight, as kids go…”

Where’s Lefroy? How long’s he gone for?

He’s with that CMI at the booth.

What’s he done now?

Pack business. Don’t seem like trouble.

Yeah? I ought to tell him to keep his wolf problems away from the Black Dog. Can’t have them going at each other in front of the damn bar like they do. Y'see the bloody size of them?

The conversation ended with the boss slouching from the kitchen, all work and buzzing resumed once the door shut with a sharp slam. The corner of Argus' lips curved lightly as he heard distinct grumbling and mutters escape from the office. The presence of the CMI brought all havoc to a halt, giving Argus a chance to catch his breath and continue.

“The pups won’t become feral, ma’am. I plan to get a hold of them and train them myself. A pack may be traditional – but true blood isn’t the way to go. Those wolves in the city will do nothing but damage to them. Might be a lone wolf, but I know they’d be better off having me with them for a little...” There may well be enough places in the wood for the young wolves to take refuge for rest. Argus determined to track the litter down himself. “Ah, I’m sorry for spoiling your night. Have a Barghest Steak and Kidney pie, on me, hey? For your troubles – whatever you fancy on the menu.” Argus turned and took his leave to the kitchen. She knew where he was if she needed him.

The setting changes from the-black-dog to Chicagoland


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Character Portrait: Kallistrate Dimitriou Character Portrait: Argus Lefroy Character Portrait: Lovino Amore

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"Thank you, Mr. Lefroy," Kallistrate watched him walk back to the kitchen. He'd been dismissive of her offer, or perhaps saw no need for it, but for all that he'd been informative and polite. Before she went back to her booth, she decided to honor Mr. Lefroy's openness by doing him a favor. Also, she kind of wanted to intimidate someone and the cubs hadn't been satisfying.

Tracking down Mr. Lefroy's boss, who had left the office grumbling but had seemed at least a little cowed by her presence, she smiled and spoke. If it could be called a smile, as it was more a bearing of teeth. "Mr. Lefroy was kind enough to share some pertinent information, and assured me that he will be taking these things in hand. I trust that his attitude of responsibility towards his community and respect towards myself, as an officer, is appreciated at this establishment?"

He grumbled some more, but nodded. Good. Because if he'd given her trouble, she'd have no problem making life difficult for him. Mr. Lefroy wasn't a friend, but he had done her a good turn, and she always paid her debts. "Excellent," she said, smiling wider, her snakes waving a little at him. "He is a superb chef and I am fond of this bar. It was nice speaking to you." Kallistrate liked it a little too much that he cringed away from her when she walked past him, too close on purpose, and one of her snakes slid across his arm. Without the release of a good fight--and she hadn't been able to chase down any criminals in a week--she had to get her satisfaction where she could. At least this was a good cause, unlike if she'd succumbed to the temptation to thrash children much below her age and abilities.

She ordered the pie Mr. Lefroy recommended and went back to her booth. Pulling out her phone as she sat down, she made a note to go back and talk to him if there were incidents with the boys she'd seen tonight, and then put it away again. She had to have it on her, in case there was an emergency, but there was no reason she had to be thinking about work. Kallistrate was glad Mr. Lefroy had made the suggestion of the steak and kidney pie, some carbs would soak up the alcohol and it sounded like a very comforting pastry.

Her drink was still thankfully at her place, so she took a long sip and looked up at Lovi. "That's sorted, at least for now. Have you met the chef here, a Mr. Argus Lefroy? Appears like a fairly nice gentleman, or gentle-wolf, whatever the pc term may be."