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This is a private RP between myself and pb. You are more than welcome to read our writing.

Character Info

Name: Ellie Huang
Age:24
Sex: F
Pronouns: She/her
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Eyes: Hazel
Bio: A former street kid turned bounty hunter, Ellie has spent her late teens and twenties travelling around North America in search of odd jobs. Up until twelve she enjoyed a cozy life beside her mother, until she fell ill and passed. Consumed with grief, she began to act out. When a boy that taunted her was at the receiving end of a spell gone wrong, Ellie fled from her life and found refuge in the streets. Since then she has become a reputable bounty hunter alongside with her partner.

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What if it had been her? This thought had crossed her mind a thousand times by now and each time she felt sick. What would it be like to feel yourself changing and be unable to stop it?

Ellie sat outside of a small truck, it was equipped with a cozy bedroom, bathroom and storage. Music played softly from the inside, an old rock tune that her mother use to play when she was little. It wasn't much but it was home.

A fire crackled in front of her as a pot of water boiled on top. Inside the van her partner slept, resting from another day on the road. They had been searching for days without any luck.

She wondered how long it would be before they found a clue or gave up. Ellie remembered reading about them in class. Pureblood werewolves. They were said to be powerful, often hundreds of years old and all had the ability to inflict their curse upon others. They were also terrifying, from what others told her. She wondered what they would do if they found him. It wouldn't be easy.

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Character Info

Name: Oliver 'Wolfgang' McDool
Age:23
Sex: M
Pronouns: He/Him
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Forest green/ amber when when wolf form
Bio: Oliver was just a young adult practicing his drink making skills in his home city when he was attacked one full moon, before that his family had been in Scotland, moving over to Canada when Oliver was a small baby; his younger sister Gemma, who is only 16 looks up to and cares about her older brother to the point where it can seam like she is trying to run his life. That couldn't be further from the truth. It took a little Digging but Oliver was able to find someone to help him hunt down the werewolf who turned him, looking for answers and perhaps a cure, and helping other out with supernatural problems on the way!

It had been over two months since that first full moon. A day after the attack Oliver had found himself running out of dinner with his family and into the local park just before his clothing was ripped from his body as he shifted. Changed against his will into the very thing that had attacked him the night before. An attack that left him with no visible wounds by the time the police found him in the morning, just his own dried blood and the officers thinking he had gotten drunk and caught in a prank the night before.

Oh how wrong they all had been. Thankfully his piercings and tattoos seemed to shift with him, not tearing out form his ears and nose as they grey and shifted.

Looking up things on the internet had him trying to find the werewolf that had bitten him on his own for a few weeks, the days following the full moon leaving him drained, lethargic and a bit snippy towards others around him.

When Oliver met Ellie he didn’t know what to expect, the aura around her was something new though, as it had been almost a month after his turning that he met the young witch. Nearly snapping her head off during the next full moon when to many people had tried to crowd him in, in one way or another during that night.

Now on the road with Ellie they had figured out that the wolf that turned him was a pure blooded werewolf at least… as ones like him who where turned didn’t have as infectious a bite, still just as deadly thought. Sleeping was now apparently going to be a common thing for Oliver after the full moon, sleeping in the back of the van reminded Oliver of the camping trips his family had taken in this youth, the great rains that had caused his, at the time, 5 person family to cram themselves together in their van for some dry sleep.

The sound of water boiling in the kettle over the fire tickled his ears, the smokey smell of the fire itself found its way to his now sensitive nose and in the dim light of the van his green eyes had golden rings around the outer edges.

Deciding to get up and stretch his legs for a bit before they settled in for the night proper Oliver ran a tattooed hand through his dark brown hair and opened the van door with a slight screeching sound, well to him it was a screech. He winced before he exited the van and went to join Ellie by the fire.

"Hey. There enough water for two?" He asked with a tired but flirty smile, Ellie was pretty, but not Oliver's type, no women was, to soft...Oliver had always felt protective of his female friends, cousins and his little sister.

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"Hm?" Ellie looked up from the fire to see Oliver had finally woken up. She shuffled slightly tightening the blanket she had over her shoulders against her body. It was a cold night. "Of course, sleepy head." She teased, she reached down to grab a pack of pasta, tore it open then poured the noodles into the pot. "I'm just making some pasta if you want some. Should be ready in about ten minutes, there's a canister of boiled water over there if you're looking for a drink." She nodded towards the truck.

Ellie remembered the night they first met. It had been a night of violence. Oliver had turned and seemed feral, one of her regular clients had called her to take care of what he called a "wild beast". But what she found was a very sick man who had fallen victim to a curse. It was weird to say but she could see it, the desperate look in his eyes. He was in pain. Despite almost losing her head that night, she was thankful she had taken a chance in saving him. Now she had a friend.

She hoped to soon find closure for Oliver by finding the Pureblood that had bitten him. Yet there seemed to be no trail left behind and as time went on she knew he grew closer to becoming feral. "How did you sleep?" She asked as she stirred the pasta in the pot.

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“Food sounds good, I seem to want to eat twice as much as I used to.” Oliver said with his same flirty smile before he went to fetch the canister of water. “Didn’t get much rest… to many thoughts… and another message from my sister…” Oliver said before he took poured himself some water, the pale scar of his turning bite shone out against his left arm, the tattoos around it where not patchy at best, like any skin that healed over a wound. It was the only scar he had now, even the small cuts from shaving or accidentally knocking himself when making food healed to fast it was like he had never hurt himself… it was still unnerving to the young man.

Oliver still regretted how he’d snapped at Ellie in wolf form… he was surprised he could remember it so well. He remembered the pain of the transformation, both to a wolf and back to a naked human, how his bones cracked and reshaped themselves, how the fur growing out of his skin had caused bleeding for a moment or too. His teeth growing longer and sharp, and most of all the feeling that he needed to rip into something with his claws and teeth, to taste the crimson blood to calm the beast within.

From Ellie he’d heard that his pain had been clear in even his wolf eyes, and they had figured out right quick that his wolf was more calm the less people there were around him when he was in the furry form. It was something to get used to Oliver guessed, he was used to his big group of friends, his past boyfriends. Most of all his family, he missed the presence that came with a bigger group of people, it was safer for both wolf and witch if they stayed with just themselves, less attention drawn and that kind of thing.

Leaning back on his arms Oliver looks up at the sky, stars winking down on the pair of friends. “So, how many wolves have you taken down?” He asked with pure curiosity in his rumbling voice, he didn’t hold it against Ellie for being there to put him down originally before he even thought to LOOK for the one who bit him, part of Oliver had wanted to just end it. After all he didn’t want to be a danger to his loved ones.