"lately, beautiful things got a way of bringing me down."

N A M E
Severin

A G E
27 years

G E N D E R
female (she/they)

S E X U A L I T Y
aromantic and asexual

S P E C I E S
shapeshifter

G R O U P
Nomads

R A N K
shaman

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Severin is a bit of a mystery. Despite having a prominent role in the Nomads, she keeps to herself, rarely socializing and never making small talk. Her fellow group members often find her difficult to be around, and she does absolutely nothing to change this, preferring to keep herself apart. At this point, they see her more as a resource than as a person.

However, Severin has a deep love of her role, and is recognized for her intelligence, good memory, creativity, and knowledge of the world. They undoubtedly know the most about healing, anatomy, and surgery, and aren't afraid to try new things (medicine-related things, anyways).

She's never been one to care what people think, though. Her patchwork appearance, strange silence, and relative acceptance of the term "shaman" are obvious indicators of this. While others may gossip behind her back or judge her for her choices, she holds her head high and keeps on moving. After all, there's always more to learn and see.

A P P E A R A N C E
Severin has... an odd appearance. She has very dark, sleek hair with the tips bleached, which is usually styled with most of it parted to the right (i don't know how to describe hairstyles, so here's what i think her hairstyle looks like). Her skin is very pale, and it burns and bruises easily. Dark circles are starkly visible under her eyes, and she makes no effort to hide them. Severin's eyes are gray. She moves with a grace taken from her default form, despite being tall (5'10") and thin as a rail. Claw mark scars run across the bridge of her nose, and an x-shaped scar, usually hidden under her clothes (but visible in animal form), crisscrosses her right shoulder. Her ears are pierced three times, but on her left ear, an earring was once forcefully pulled out, and her lobe is ripped there.

Her default form is a melanistic leopard (a black panther for the "uneducated", as she calls them), and she almost always reverts to it when fighting. Other forms she takes frequently are a Friesian horse, a magpie, or an Amur tiger.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
~ unknown father
~ deceased mother (Natalia)
~ closest friend: her viola
~ she is aro/ace and is NOT looking for a partner, and she keeps largely to herself.
~ pm me for friendships, enemies, etc.

H I S T O R Y
*warning: death and violence*
Severin was born to therian parents, but she never met her father, and her mother, Natalia, never mentioned him. Natalia was rather volatile, always on edge and easily triggered into a rage. However, the one thing that always calmed her down was music. Natalia had learned from her mother, and her mother before her, how to play the viola, an instrument slightly larger and lower in sound than the more well-known violin. And how Natalia could play! Young Severin was entranced by the instrument, and almost as soon as she could speak, she began learning to make music as well.

The viola in question was an old, old instrument, handed down through generations of women until it reached Natalia and Severin. Natalia guarded it with her life, and it was the most valuable thing that she possessed. And of course, as all things worth keeping are, it was threatened almost constantly. A life on the move was rough on the instrument, despite Natalia's vigilance, and most of the people they met only saw a profit, not a history. And so, one day, a band of thieves attacked Natalia and Severin, when the latter was around fourteen, going straight for the valuable instrument. Natalia was killed and Severin was severely wounded, but an accidental reversion to her leopard form saved her, and she escaped with the viola, in it's case, clutched in her jaws.

A few months of traveling later, she happened upon the Nomads, who took her in, feeling sorry for the silent, scarred teenager, who clutched this instrument like her life depended on it. She's been living with them ever since, but on the fringes, distrustful and always ready to pack up her instrument and run for it.

I N V E N T O R Y
~ viola, case, and bow
~ long dagger (mostly used for medicine and such)
~ mortar & pestle
~ various herbs
~ a book or two if she happens upon them/trades for them

T H E M E
the goose and the wren - hop along

O T H E R
~ loves music, books, and the scent of herbs
~ owns and plays the viola, although only when nobody's watching
~ hates dogs and wolves, and therefore distrusts werewolves

| Name |
Isaiah Lyman

| Nickname |
Isa ( I-za )

| Age |
26

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual (bi-curious)

| Species |
Werewolf

| Group |
Nomads

| Rank |
Vanguard

| Personality |
Isa considers himself a very warm and uplifting person and enjoys almost anyone’s company if approached. Given the chance he would go out of his way to ask others about their day and check up on them every once in a while, but with his position he mainly focuses on scouting and keeping himself on his toes. Isa hardly ever gets angry and tries to understand the other person if engaged in conflict before having to resort to being aggressive. His laidback demeanor makes him easy to get along with so there’s hardly ever a time when he is in a conflict with anyone. He isn’t flamboyant nor is he quiet, just a soft-spoken ginger.

| Appearance |
Isa comes in at around 6’2 in height and
172 pounds in weight. He’s on the smaller side for heaviness compared to his height but this is what allows him to be agile and quick on his feet, making him a perfect fit for his position. He is aware at all times both when scouting and at home. Keeping his size on the smaller scale is important for him so he can be the most proficient so he watches what he eats and keeps himself at a toned state by doing light exercising regularly. When it comes to Isa’s complexion, his just a pale person and light on the face with average brown eyes. Sometimes he is mistaken for a female when someone looks his way with a quick glance because of his soft face and waist long ginger hair, which take note he is very proud of, but after a longer look back it’s clear he isn’t a female and that now you’ve made him uncomfortable by staring.

His werewolf form is somewhat similar to his human appearance. He has long legs and a very reddish, pretty much darker ginger coat compared to his light ginger human hair. He has a cream underside that runs down all the way down his belly and stops, underneath the tip of his tail also has a similar cream color as well as the tuffs of fur in his alert ears. His eyes become a vibrant yellow in his werewolf state, very different from his normal brown human eyes. Isa doesn’t have many scars to show just a few nicks around his paws from scouting but nothing that won’t heal over time.

| Relationships |
-Family-
Anna Lyman - Mother - Alive (Unknown whereabouts)
Regi Lyman - Father - Alive (Unknown whereabouts)
Lilith Lyman - Younger Sister - Alive (Unknown whereabouts)
-Others-
Roxanne - friend - friendly - Alive

| History |
Isa is the first born of Anna and Regi Lyman, who traveled a lot due to famine in many places. The three family members traveled for many years not settling down in places for to long in fear of being ambushed by others who seek food as well. Eventually Isa was not the only child, his sister Lilith was born. Isa had been old enough, around teen age, to understand what was going on in the world and hated the fact that his parents would bring another child in the world a time like this, but he did love his sister dearly. Their pack dynamic shifted dramatically after Lilith was born. Before Isa’s father would be the one to scout and search for food while Isa and his mother hid in either abandon houses which were mostly rubble and debris or in the foliage in the woods. Now Isa was the scouter of the group meanwhile his father would follow soon after if Isa had found food.

It was like this for Isa until adulthood. His father had retired from scouting since he was getting old and already suffered permanent injuries to his legs from attacks. One day Isa came back from scouting and had found no sign of his parents or his little sister. He panicked trying to follow their tracks which mingled with unfamiliar scents. He could only imagine that they were probably seen by others and had to leave Isa behind for Lilith’s safety. The family was split and Isa had no choice but to try and follow their trail but to no avail. He never found his family and ended up running into the Nomads group which took him in. It took him a while to join because he knew if he settled down he would never be able to find his parents but eventually decided that there’s little chance he would find them and that he needed a safe place to live, something he never had. He wants to believe that his parents and sister are still out there but he not sure. It’s been years since Isa separated from his family and now he is the main scout for the nomad group, but still hopes that he will come across his family and show them that they no longer need to be on the run.

| Other |
- Art was made by me
- “When We Were Strong” by Get Scared

Art by me. <3

▸Name:
Cassius - I would advise you don't call him Cass.

▸Age:
Twenty-five

▸Gender:
Male - He / him

▸Sexuality:
Bisexual, panromantic

▸Species:
Werewolf

▸Group:
Nomads

▸Rank:
Provider

▸Personality:
ENFJ | Chaotic Good | Optimist

Cassius is anarchy in its most forgiving and loving form. A man who would gladly accept his roll in society so long as it was good to its people, but would not hesitate to crush an authoritarian under his boot like a roach should they step out of line. He has no issue teaching anyone the difference between asserting your dominance as someone's superior and straight-up bullying someone because you are "bigger" than them, and you best bet that if you were to try such a thing on him that he would put you right back in your place. Now, that doesn't mean he is rebellious or unruly; Cassius takes his job very seriously and completes his tasks with the utmost precision and efficiency wherever and whenever possible, but should he feel that another's actions and/or commands are cruel or otherwise unjustified, he would promptly speak out about it. He tends to get along fairly well with his pack-mates- the ones that he frequently interacts with, that is- and absolutely refuses to cause any problems, verbal, physical, or otherwise- whether or not he has ended any problems, however, is another story entirely.

Socially, Cassius is a very patient and sympathetic person and does exceptionally well in respecting people's feelings even if he doesn't quite understand them or finds them to be a little excessive (being a bit of a drama king himself). Even blatant hostility fairly well fails to deter him, and rarely will he ever react violently unless he or his brother (who can handle himself, mind you) is being directly threatened. When it comes to conversations, he is relatively careful with his words and tries his best not to directly offend or upset anyone. The last thing he would want to do is ruin someone's day, either purposely or on accident. His goal isn't necessarily to befriend everyone, but he would rather not be making any enemies here.

▸Appearance:
Cassius is quite the presence, standing at around 6'2'' [~188cm] and ranging somewhere between 190 [86kg] to 205 [93kg] pounds. His athleticism easily compliments his otherwise willowy build, offering some shape to his legs and upper body. His skin is a deep tan, riddled with faint freckles and flushed slightly around the nose, and he prefers to keep his hair, which is a deep chestnut in hue, at least somewhat long. His eyes are a pale lime green although they do seem to become a little greyish during the colder months.

His second form is a decently sized beast that is clearly built more for agility and stealth kills with its sleek body and long legs. His coat is a similar hue to his hair aside from having a more reddish undertone, whereas his eyes seem to sport a more silvery sheen, appearing almost glossed over.

▸Relationships:
[ NPC ]
Ophelia (Mother) - Close - Deceased
Dahlia (Grandmother) - Neutral - Deceased
Eileen (Grandmother) - Neutral, distant - Alive, whereabouts unknown
Sybil (Aunt) - Competitive - Alive, whereabouts unknown
Catherine (Aunt) - Neutral, distant - Alive, whereabouts unknown

[ Pack Mates ]
Amadeus - Older brother - Attached at the hip
Hecate - Superior - Neutral / casual
Lorelei - Equal rank - Neutral / friendly

Relationships are open, pm me!

▸History:
Cassius's childhood was as fulfilling as it was unremarkable. He was the second male, postdating his older brother, born into a nomadic group of mothers and sisters who traveled the world freely and cared for naught but each other and themselves. He and his brother were raised upon respect (especially of oneself), stability, and tolerance, and such teachings caused the duo to mature young, although not without good reason. Although it unfortunate they didn't have much time to be children, they did grow up incredibly close and rarely ever so much as bickered- aside from the occasional accusation of petty theft. Who else was Cassius supposed to blame when some of the contents of his precious collection of blatantly plain rocks went missing? Himself? Preposterous.

Alas, no one seems to be able live a flawless life nowadays. By the Cassius was nearing his eleventh birthday, his mother fell gravely ill with some unknown ailment believed to have been picked up whilst passing through uncharted territories. She had to be left behind so as not to endanger the others; her sons barely had enough time and understanding of what was happening to grieve, and thus they still carry the weight of their loss upon their shoulders.
It was around a decade later after that they also lost one of their grandmothers, although this was to be expected (she was pretty ancient, after all). What they were not prepared for, unfortunately, was faring with such small numbers. The brothers were forced to break away from the remainder of their family if they wanted any chance of survival and began to scour the lands, hoping to find someone else that would take them in. It was a good thing they'd crossed paths with the Nomads when they did, otherwise they'd probably be hanging out their mother by now.

▸Other:
Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
Bottom of the River - Delta Rae

Art by me. <3

▸Name:
Amadeus

▸Age:
Twenty-eight

▸Gender:
Male - He / him

▸Sexuality:
Heteroflexible / Questioning

▸Species:
Werewolf

▸Group:
Nomads

▸Rank:
Warrior

▸Personality:
ISTP | Neutral Good | Pessimist

Amadeus is quite the confusing man to try to get to know. Although he cares deeply for others, his inability to convey any emotion other than "I'm very stressed right now and if you so much as breathe on me I will scream" makes it difficult for him to form any real relationships. He also tends to come off as a bit standoffish or even aggressive towards unfamiliar faces although he cannot exactly justify why; his gut reaction is simply to remain guarded, even though he has little reason to be with most he comes across. The only time he ever seems to be talkative is when his brother is near, and even then, conversations with him are usually pretty short and static and he has very little tolerance for small talk. If you really want to talk to him, I suggest you have something interesting to say.

▸Appearance:
Amadeus stands at a fairly average 5'10'' [178cm] and weighs around 165lbs [75kg]. He has a broad chest and shoulders, a thin waist, and muscular legs, giving him an advantage in power and speed but still having to work a little harder for to make up for the lack of natural agility. His skin is medium-to-dark tan dotted with a mass of freckles and his face always seems to be a little bit flushed. He's got a rather angry resting face which only seems to be softened by the grey-blue hue of his hooded eyes, while his hair is a dark chocolate brown and is often rather messy although not necessarily unkempt. Taking care of his appearance isn't necessarily his top priority but he likes to keep things neat and tidy wherever he can.

His wolf is quite the tank, certainly built for brute strength with a broad, well-muscled body and large jaws for crushing anything unfortunate enough to be caught between them. Its long, shaggy coat is a deep reddish brown and its eyes are that same grey-blue, only now, they burn with a blatant lust for blood. Perhaps someone's got a bit of pent-up rage sitting beneath their skin?

▸Relationships:
[ NPC ]
Ophelia (Mother) - Loving, but distant - Deceased
Dahlia (Grandmother) - Strained / disliked - Deceased
Eileen (Grandmother) - Friendly but distant - Alive, whereabouts unknown
Sybil (Aunt) - Close, respected - Alive, whereabouts unknown
Catherine (Aunt) - Distant - Alive, whereabouts unknown

[ Pack Members ]
Cassius - Younger brother - Attached at the hip
Hecate - Superior - Neutral, respected

Relationships are open, pm me!

▸History:
Amadeus's life doesn't differ much from Cassius's. He was only three years old when his brother was born and I regret to inform you that those first three years were quite uneventful. It is fascinating, though, that two people whose life experiences are nearly identical ended up being very different individuals.

It is somewhat worth noting that Amadeus didn't get along very well with the majority of his family, even his own mother. He became closed off at a young age and never managed to grow out of said trait, and thus he was more prone to pushing people away or keeping them at a distance, which put a strain upon most of his relationships. He was also given a stricter set of rules because his discomfort was confused for rebellion. While he doesn't hold it against his brother, he does have trouble warming up to authority and usually prefers to keep them at an arm's length, and Cassius's willingness to challenge their superiors absolutely terrifies him.

▸Other:
Burn the Witch - Shawn James
Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz

Art made by this free to use picrew

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“She’s a tornado with pretty eyes
And a heartbeat.”
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NAME
Lorelei Morrow [lor-uh-lie]

AGE
22 Years Old

GENDER
Cis Woman

ORIENTATION
Biromantic & Bisexual

SPECIES
Werewolf

ALLEGIANCE
Nomads

RANK
Provider

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“The question isn't who’s going to let me.
It’s who’s going to stop me.”
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APPEARANCE
5’3” & 100 lbs | Wolf Appearance

Standing at a below average height of five feet and three inches, she lacks an edge in physical intimidation. Lorelei’s body is lithe and wrapped in lean muscle from near constant activity from a young age, clearly having toiled all of her life. Lorelei deems her stature a healthy advantage for the way she lives her life. She’s able to move quickly and slip into small places. She’s built for survival, and appears to be able to physically endure what life throws at her, it also helps to have a strong will to live (mostly fueled by spite and only spite) and having the fear of consequences. Lorelei stands in a way that shows her confidence. She moves in an elegant, fluid manner. Carefree yet balanced. Reckless yet refined.

Lorelei’s face is square shaped, with a distinct jawline. She has high cheekbones and dimples when she smiles. Her eyes are almond-shaped and thin, with a memorable silvery blue hue that has a very faint glow. Her hair is wavy and ebony in color. Most of her hair is thrown over the right side of her face. There is a small beauty mark under one of her eyes. Her lips are full and flushed and it’s usually fixed into a fox-like grin that tells you it’s best to be on your guard. Lorelei is speckled with scars from harrowing fights and near misses. They wrap around her limbs like serpents and are rather noticeable, as she doesn’t attempt to hide them unless they’re shielded away during colder days and nights. Two major scars mark either side of her neck. One at the front is from a botched throat slashing, and the other at the nape of her neck and extending down to the top of her back is jagged and appears rather old. It’s from a brush with a cannibal that didn’t go so well. For him, anyway.

Lorelei is cloaked in mostly black. Usually wearing a tight fit, long-sleeved white shirt tucked into ripped pants. Pulled over her shoulders to ward off the cold is a heavy black jacket with a hood, though it can be tied around her waist when she’s feeling particularly warm. Her hands are hidden behind worn black gloves. She carries blades, but her favorites are her hatches.

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“I came out to attack people and I’m honestly
having such a good time right now.”
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DEMEANOR
ESTP-A | Chaotic Neutral | 8w4

“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back,” is a saying that fits Lorelei like a glove. She’s a person fueled by questions. If she doesn’t know the answer, you bet your ass she’s going to figure it out one way or another, even if it’s particularly dangerous. Especially if it’s dangerous. She’s reckless and that plays into her constant mettling. She might not need any resources, but she’ll definitely try and take more than she needs, just in case. Whether it’s for fun, just to see if she can, or if it’s her actually preparing for the future, she doesn’t know. Critical thinking isn't a skill used often. Lorelei, despite not bothering with self-reflection and critical thinking on the subject of herself, isn't as dumb as she likes to appear. There’s a certain level of intelligence that is needed to get in and out of trouble so easily, and to maximize her take-away. She’s diligent and clever.

Lorelei takes dedication seriously. Once she latches onto a person, it is unlikely that she’ll let go. Perhaps it’s because she’s only ever had to rely and depend upon three people all her life, even if two of those people weren’t the best and she considered putting an end to their existence weekly. She will put herself in harm's way to make sure those she cares about live through the fight. But she is extremely unlikely to risk her life for strangers. Sometimes, she finds a kernel of goodness in her heart to bestow a brief bit of charity upon a stranger, but only if there’s little to no risk of her dying or getting hurt. Regardless, she has a strong moral code. Strict and to the point. That doesn’t mean that it’s something people know. She also takes debts to heart and works to absolve herself of them.

Lorelei is known for her unpredictability. No one quite knows what she’s going to do until she does it, even then it’s a twisty road from then on, full of plot twists. There are stories out there of a silvery-eyed bandit helping passing families and their children out of danger, with her massive beast of a dog. Contrasting, there are stories of that same silvery-eyed bandit stealing everything from other groups. Passing through her territory is a game of roulette not many are prepared to play. She’s also known for her sudden violence. If she sees something she doesn’t like, it’s hands on sight. A hand twitching towards a knife, a silent look between people… anything can mean danger, and she’s not here to risk it. Intense and unpredictable, she’s a wildfire ready to engulf anything in her wake. Threats are never off the table either, and hers can get pretty creative, but never unattainable.

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“Only the good die young.”
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HISTORY
TW: abuse, death
From birth, she was labeled nothing more than an omen. Cursed with silvery eyes, her parents didn’t want anything to do with her. Superstitious and a bit unhinged, they were wildly abusive in several ways, only seeing their daughter as another hand in their operation. A “jack of all trades” family of mercenaries and thieves, merchants and weaponsmiths. Lorelei was shoved into the abodes of strangers to grab anything she could, learned how to wield a blade as soon as possible. How to kill and how to steal.

Their anger lessened on her with the birth of her little brother, Dorian, whom she loved dearly. A picture perfect little boy with dark hair and blue eyes and a smile like the sun. She swore to protect him from the horrors bestowed upon her by the people who brought them into the world. So when Lorelei was sixteen and Dorian was ten, she did all she could to keep him alive.

They were attacked on the road while traveling. Lorelei's father was felled by the vagabonds and Lorelei used herself as a distraction for Dorian to escape. In the end, she was beaten and bloody, but alive, having killed the majority of them with the meager supply of bullets, her father’s firearm, and her own arsenal of knives. Being found more than half dead and nursed back to health was probably the last thing she thought would happen, but she prayed Dorian was safe and turned towards a community to begin a better life for herself. She bounced from community to community. In between, she traveled with others and continued her thieving before she found the Nomads. Now, she's part of the Provider rank.

RELATIONSHIPS
Calida - [ LEADER ] - Neutral
"Well, she's kept us alive so far."

Cassius - [ FELLOW PROVIDER ] - Friendly
"Sup, Ass. Wanna see who can bring the most shit back?"

Thanatos - [ CHILD ] - Neutral
"You're interesting. Probably the only one in this damn group that can dish back some snark. Gotta admire that. But if you fuck with me, you're gonna get decked."

Rafael Ramírez - [ WARRIOR ] - Acquaintance
"Ah, come on Rafe! I'm not that scary! Want some jerky?"

[Give me a shout if you wanna try something! I don’t bite xoxo.]

THEME SONG
Beggin’ For Thread - BANKS

I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
I'm no good at aiming
But I can aim it at you
I know my actions, they may get confusing
But my unstable ways is my solution
To even space
That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah.

EXTRA
— Lorelei was raised amongst violence. Because of this, she knows how to work a blade. She carries multiple knives on her, though her main weapons of choice are two hatchets that she keeps sharp and ready, unafraid to use them.

— When she's traveling and moving about, most likely looking to steal, she will pull a black cloth over the lower half of her face. This makes sure that nothing comes back to bite her in the ass should she take from the wrong person.

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“What doesn’t kill me better run.”
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• NAME •
Rafael Ramírez.

• AGE •
25 years old.

• GENDER •
Cis Male (He/Him).

• SEXUALITY •
Bisexual.

• SPECIES •
Shifter (Central American Jaguar).

• GROUP •
The Nomads.

• RANK •
Warrior.

• APPEARANCE •
Between his size and powerful physique, Rafael can be an imposing sight when he wants to be. His skin is light brown, but tans easily and will grow darker if exposed to sunlight for long enough. His hair is charcoal black, once quite glossy, but now lacking some of its former shine. The style is somewhat reminiscent of an undercut though less maintained. The sides and back of the head are clipped short, with longer locks carrying a slight wave flowing across the top of his head. More often than not it’s a mussed up mess he only bothers to run a comb through maybe once a day when he wakes up in the morning. Appearing attractive and formal has never been a priority.

Rafael has a sharp jawline with an angular chin and bright hazel eyes that turn down slightly at the edges, set below thick, dark eyebrows. His lower face is covered in a thin amount of stubble always as he doesn’t have the patience to make certain he remains clean-shaven, but he rarely lets it grow out too much. He has a somewhat pointed nose that rounds out at the tip. He often appears tired, with shadows beneath his eyes. A faded scar can be found along the left side of his ribcage, caused by a knife, and several healed over claw-mark and bite wounds can be found scattered over his body. He reaches a total height of 6'3".

In his animal form Rafael is a fairly typical specimen beyond proving significantly larger than this subspecies tends to grow, reaching nearly 350 pounds and 6.5 feet in length from nose to tail-tip. As with all jaguars, he is heavy-limbed and stocky, shorter than a lion or tiger, but packing more muscle. His body is covered in sleek black fur that can hold more of a brownish tint under certain lighting, faint rosettes dappling his pelt. They are larger and contain a single dot at the center along his sides, back and flank, but dissolve into solid spotting around the face and thin banding down the tail.

His tail is only 28 inches long and perhaps looks too short for his body, a characteristic all jaguars share considering they have the shortest tail length of any big cat. Due to his size, it is an overly exaggerated feature on Rafael. His short, compact build makes him adept at climbing and swimming in this form. His head is broad with a powerful jaw containing impressive canines. His eyes turn to a bright golden hue in this form and his claws are a clearish gray-black with almost smokey coloration while his paw pads and nose are just as dark as the rest of him.



• PERSONALITY •
For the most part, Rafael is a very quiet person. Not necessarily shy, but not in any hurry to join in most conversations or surround himself with hoards of people either. Majority of the time he is content to just blend in, fading into the crowd so he can observe his surroundings and others undisturbed. That said, when and if he does speak up, you can expect him to be both resolute and outspoken. He’s a strong-willed individual who likes things done a certain way and when other people don’t conform he can become easily frustrated. This particular trait of his isn’t something people often notice unless they are especially empathetic, emotions kept carefully under lock and key. He could appear to be the most patient person in the world and still be silently fuming on the inside. His temper is something he is very aware of and is somewhat concerned about letting loose, so he chooses to bottle it up and toss it into the metaphorical ocean rather than express anything negative.

His predisposition to silence, avoidance of hanging around in large groups, and lack of an outgoing, extroverted nature tend to leave some people feeling he is detached, standoffish or unfriendly. None of which is actually true. In the presence of people he trusts, Rafael is very warm and affectionate. He has a tendency for lovingly teasing friends, even insults meaning no ill will, though he may need to be reminded sometimes even words meant in jest can be hurtful for some people. Even among friends he is still somewhat guarded, never fully letting people in, but not completely blocking them out either. He is loyal and protective of those he cares for, proving quite dauntless in the face of danger if it means keeping them safe. His compassionate heart can make him reckless if someone is in trouble and though he is not fearless he works through it to do what needs to be done.

Rafe is undeniably passive-aggressive in the presence of people he's not fond of, letting a sardonic comment slip out every now and then. He's not a fan of overly domineering personalities and will clash horribly with anyone who might try bossing him around with no care for his own opinions or thoughts. He's persistently stubborn and prone to deliberately disobeying commands just to be spiteful, all while feigning ignorance. Even if he gets chewed out or punished, seeing someone he dislikes get all worked up is all the reward he needs.

• HISTORY •
tw; death, religion

The majority of Rafe's childhood was as peaceful as it could be when you're living in an apocalyptic wasteland, born into a group of large cat shifters that were intent on keeping to themselves. By the time he was a teenager the pride did run into a territorial depute with the Onai Pack that led to the ultimate annihilation of the only family he ever knew and left him with a deep-set mistrust of werewolves. As one of few survivors, he struggled to survive on his own for several months, getting by with the skills instilled in him by his parents before being accepted into another small shapeshifting clan that had no name, and they trained him to become a proper warrior.

The group had unusual mannerisms and a religion all members must follow. He adopted this religion and continues to follow its teachings, though sometimes ponders whether the god they worshiped and preached about truly exists. As they say, all good things must come to an end. When the Nameless fell to the beasts like many of the other groups he was alone yet again, scrapping by a meager existence before being discovered by the Nomads. Though initially wary, especially considering their leader, he eventually accepted survival dictated he put aside some of his prejudices and learn to co-exist.

• RELATIONSHIPS •
Nothing noteworthy at the moment. Feel free to pm me and discuss anything!

• THEME •
Chlorine- Twenty One Pilots.
Dreamin - The Score ft. Blackbear.

• OTHER •
- He suffers from PTSD.

- As English isn’t his first language he has a very slight accent. Rafael is fluent in Spanish, English, and Brazilian Portuguese.

• NAME •
Vincent Pierce.

• AGE •
22 years old.

• GENDER •
Cis Male (He/Him).

• SEXUALITY •
Bisexual.

• SPECIES •
In truth, he's not quite sure! Vincent has never had a transformation. Maybe he's a late bloomer. Maybe he's one of those rare non-transforming folk. He hasn't a clue, but it sure does make his anxiety worse.

• GROUP •
The Nomads.

• RANK •
Provider.

• APPEARANCE •
A considerably tall fellow, standing at 6'1" and weighing in around 160 lbs. Between a somewhat boyish face and mild demeanor, his height is possibly the only imposing thing about Vincent. Reddish freckles dapple pale skin, prone to burning under the harsh sun. His build is quite average, not overly thin yet possessing only slight muscle definition, most noticeable in his arms and they aren’t often left bare.

He isn't quite as helpless as his gentle expressions and otherwise, unassuming appearance likely implies, proving fairly hardy despite his flaws. Ginger hair is kept trimmed short, as well groomed as it can be when you're living in a post-apocalyptic world and his clothes are often just as practical, made from a myriad of thick, dull-colored, decaying materials. His eyes are, shockingly, a vibrant shade of amber, though they're often covered by a dark visor, a sizable crack splitting through the left lens. His current attire seems to imply he came from a much hotter climate.

Faded bitemarks mar his hands and arms, easily recognizable as being canine in nature. Vincent’s relationship with his dogs may be remarkably close now, but taming them hadn’t been as easy, and the formerly feral hounds have left more than their fair share of marks on him.

• PERSONALITY •
Vincent is a timid man. Soft-spoken and reserved, most of his spare time is spent solely in the company of his dogs. This isn’t to say he is anti-social, however. Often Vincent isn’t comfortable seeking out attention, and as he doesn’t stand out all that much when not hunting the dogs it is quite easy to forget he’s around. Charitable, sympathetic and one for wearing his heart on his sleeve, it’s a wonder Vincent has managed to survive the downfall of humanity this long. While suspicious of strangers and easily spooked, it’s undeniable he’ll take risks to assist another person in trouble even if he’s never met them before the moment of their distress.

Such qualities might be considered admirable, but they leave him dangerously vulnerable. Despite being fairly passive in personality Vincent is surprisingly confident when it comes to his work with the dogs. Killing is something he remains unfound of, but survival often dictates doing things one isn’t particularly thrilled about, as such he’s become a skilled hunter, which is perhaps the reason for his continued survival. Talented in both the use of a bow and a knife, Vincent is far more formidable than he appears, perhaps a remnant of an unpleasant past he would much rather forget.

• HISTORY •
tw; violence, murder

Born into one of the few rogue settlements scattered across a desert environment, his childhood was tumultuous and wrought with violence. Vincent never knew his father, barely anything of him lingering in his memory. He died when he was no more than four, picked off by some form of hellish beast his mother claimed. He was never quite sure about that but knew it best not to ask questions when it came to that woman.

Despite their meager existence, the nomadic tribe thrived, perhaps more so than other communities, due to their propensity for thievery, murder and a number of other unpleasant things. How someone with such a sordid upbringing could turn out so meek is anyone's guess, inquiring after Vincent's backstory never seems to reveal much of anything.

He showed up in Nomads territory only recently, without much to his name and only three dogs at his side. Mistrust of strangers ensured most groups in the areas he traveled kept him at arm's length and he was just as eager to remain distant from them, but in truth he's hoping to settle down somewhere and the Nomads are looking pretty dang good right about now.

• RELATIONSHIPS •
Nothing noteworthy at the moment. Feel free to pm me and discuss anything!

• THEME •
Be Calm - Fun.
Fear and Loathing - Marina and the Diamonds.
Paralyzed - No Love For The Middle Child.

• OTHER •
- His three dogs are all named after flowers; Rose, Hibiscus and Orchid. All closely resemble sighthounds. Orchid is the lead dog and can prove quite aggressive. Hibiscus is the most easy-going, and Rose as the youngest barely out of the puppy stage is just a ball of tireless energy and the one with the least amount of impulse control.

Dog Refs
Orchid.
Hibiscus.
Rose.

- He owns several books from times long past, the pages so brittle they tear quite easily, the bindings worn and barely holding them together. It’s likely from one such book he took name inspiration for the hounds.

| Name |
Roxanne

| Nickname |
Roxie

| Age |
22

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Pansexual

| Species |
Shapeshifter

| Group |
Nomads

| Rank |
Provider

| Personality |
She’s perceived as an innocent young lady at a mere glance, but is far from it. She small but can be temperamental if anyone dares to mock her for being short, but aside from that she can care less if she’s mentioned.

Clever as she is, she can never learn from her conniving actions. Roxie is a petty thief, using her charm and words to her advantage to get what she wants and doesn’t bat an eye when she is scorn for it, that is if she was ever caught. She’s a kleptomaniac, this side of her is something she keeps to herself and doesn’t admit the fact that she clearly needs help managing her issues. Instead she acts naive, pretends to be unaware, and moves on.

When she’s not in stealing mode, shes either being a flirt with others to get on their good side or going through her hoard of stolen goods. Did I mention she also has a hoarding problem? Quite ironic since she’s a provider, but she has standards on what is worth stealing or what isn’t. Shiny objects are her weakness and what she hold close to her heart, so keep them hidden away from this observant hawk. Or give her something and win her over in seconds. She’s stubborn when it comes to parting ways with her trinkets and will guard them with her life if need be.

| Appearance |
Roxie is a small fairly tan female only coming in at around 120 pounds and at a astonishing 5 feet. She has a small bust and a slim waist line but is considered thick past her waist. Her big round blue eyes are a noticeable feature when looked at only second to the vibrant red markings underneath them. She has short dark blue hair that she sometimes tucks behind her ears and wears a rope pendant around her neck that has a golden coin attached to it. Her most valued item in her collection which is why she keeps it close to her at all times. One scar is noticeably placed on her lip that has already healed but is dark in color. Birth marks are also noticeable as she has one on her cheek and two on her neck.

She takes on the form of a raven that bares the same markings as her human form. Even the scar on her lip and birth mark on her cheek are seen on her crow form. What sets them apart is the red markings surround her whole eye in comparison to her human form. Her feathers are a dark blue, meanwhile her beak and feet are almost a grayish blue hue. Her wingspan is teetering towards 4 feet and her talons are a few inches.


| Relationships |
(Unknown Parents)
- Isa - Close friend - alive
“ Isa brings her things back from scouting, so she was quick to make friends with him “

| History |
There isn’t much to say when it comes to Roxanne’s past. She didn’t know who her parents had been, if she had siblings, and had nothing to her name. Her guess is that she was given to some people at a young age, maybe to be a worker when she gets older. She didn’t stay long though with the unfamiliar people, she escaped via flight knowing they were unaware of her capabilities. Ever since then she’s been traveling alone and stealing items from unsuspecting travelers. Her bird form made it very easy to steal from above and to have a smooth escape. It wasn’t until she became an adult she had ran into a group called the nomads that took her in and noticed her abilities. They would be put to good use for the group.

| Other |
- Art was made by me
- “Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea” by Missio