Rosie Mutiny
[Name:] Cyrus Dietrich
[Race:] Werewolf
[Gender:] Male
[Age:] 19
[Sexuality:] Bisexual
[Weight:] 180
[Height:] 6'9
[Year at Camp:] 2
[Strengths:] High movement speed in both forms, nimble.
[Weaknesses:] Virtually no means of attack in human form, unskilled with both magic and fighting techniques.
[Special Skills:] Speed. Agility in wolf form, dexterity in human form.
[Personality:] Cyrus is shy, quiet and reserved, preferring to stay indoors, and alone. Of course, this doesn't bide well for him at the camp, so he usually makes use of his outdoor time to explore the wild, shadier areas of the wooded areas. He has endless amounts of patience and sleeps at the randomest times, is used to being punished unfairly, but has recently tried to stand up for himself.He is still rather studious at times, and prefers the silence of being alone. When pushed too far, he becomes bitingly sarcastic, mean-spirited and cruel, though he generally puts up a thin facade of friendliness. Though he lacks proper strength to face off against opponents, he's an extremely smooth talker and can usually avoid confrontations that way.
[Bio:] Born to two Norwegian professors, Cyrus studied his culture from an objective viewpoint, never seeing it in the way of something that was related to him. The Northern Lights, too, he saw as mere scientific occurrences that had proper meaning and no sense of mystery about. However, on the night of his thirteenth birthday, he wandered outside to stare at the aurora, only to be found outside, sound asleep, by the next morning. During this time, he dreamt of the wolf spirits of the land and their calls to him, of the aurora borealis looming dazzling close to his face, and of being attacked by some wild human figures. When he was found, he was found with signs of a struggle around him, and faint, parallel scars across both eyes. This was inexplicable to the adults, but it confirmed to the boy what he already knew - that he was a werewolf. He tried to bring this up with his parents, but they refused to answer, instead confining him to the house under the excuse that they didn't want him to be hurt again. Soon after, his parents found a job opening in the States, and he moved with them, leaving behind his past and the whispers of the wolves. One night, during a particularly bright full moon, he lost all control, and regained control of himself hours later, in a secluded part of the woods. A few metres away lay Ascot, and he has lived there ever since.
[Likes:] Cold weather, The Aurora Borealis, Legends, Campfires
[Dislikes:] Confrontation, Noisy Company, Cats (watch out, Mittens!)
[Other Information:] -
[Current Events:] Settling in.
