| The Basics |
Name~ Javert
Nickname~JJ
Gender~Male
Age~18
Orientation~Straight
Race~Werewolf
Pack I belong to is~None
My Postion in the pack~Lone Wolf
| Let's get Personal |
Relationship Status~Single
Family~Twin sister, younger sister(adoptive)
Skills/Talents~great with any weapon, photographic memory
Personality~Very protective of his twin. Fairly trusting towards other wolves and wary of humans. Easy to get along with.
Backround~My father had abandoned my mother when she became pregnant and she died in childbirth. I was separated from my twin when we got adopted. I lived with a caring couple for eight years believing they were my real parents. They had a little girl when I was eight who I loved dearly. I helped them take care of her. After I turned ten, I overheard them talking about my being adopted when I went to tell them that my sister had a fever. I pretended I hadn't heard them and when they went to sleep, I packed what I could and took off to try and find my real family. I managed to find out that I had a twin and that my mother was no longer alive. After I turned twelve, I finally found my sister. She wasn't as lucky as I was and I rescued her and we escaped and lived on our own since.
| The Basics |
Name~Juliea
Nickname~Jewels
Gender~Female
Age~18
Orientation~Straight
Race~Werewolf
Pack I belong to is~None
My Postion in the pack~Lone Wolf
| Let's get Personal |
Relationship Status~Single
Family~Twin brother
Skills/Talents~can sense anything within twenty feet from her, extremely heightened senses.
Personality~Shy, easily scared, doesn't trust anyone unless her brother says he trusts them.
Backround~My father had abandoned my mother when she became pregnant and she died in childbirth. I was separated from my twin when we got adopted. I lived with an abusive, lying family. I was the youngest of seven and always treated the worst and constantly told that I had to behave and couldn't complain since they were the ones who volunteered to adopt me when my mother died giving birth to me. They never told me anything about a father or siblings. When I was six, I was pushed out of my bedroom window on the second floor, landing head first on the hard ground below. I was lucky that it hadn't caused any physical damage but was blind from that day forward. I was kept locked up in my room, no one allowed in and I wasn't allowed out, from that day on as well. I was lucky enough to still get food and new clothes, only after the old ones were to worn out to wear or when I couldn't fit any of the hand-me-downs. I spent six years locked up until a boy had managed to climb up to my room window and broke in after I turned twelve. He was shocked by the conditions I was kept in and was hugging me and crying as he explained that he was my twin and was going to get me out of that house. We escaped and ran as at and as fast as we could, him never letting go of my hand. We've lived on our own for six years now.
