- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Varies through the week
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- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- fantasy, sci-fi, modern, slice of life, romance, historical
FINLEY
TIMBER WOLF WERE
FULL NAME
Finley Adrien Hemming
NICKNAME(S)
Fin
AGE
24
BIRTHDAY
May 7th
RESIDENCE
Greenwich Village, TN
GENDER
Demi-female
PRONOUNS
They, she
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
Grey-biromantic
SEXUALITY
Grey-bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
Single
CLASS
Lower-middle
OCCUPATION
Unemployed(?)
HEALTH CONDITIONS / NOTES
Prone to binge eating | High cholesterol | PTSD | Body aches
ADDITIONAL SKILL
Endurance/tolerance
PACK or FAMILY
Taken in by the Hemming family
HEIGHT
6'2"
BUILD
Toned, slightly muscular
HAIR
Dark brown
EYES
Hazel
SKIN DETAILS
Beauty mark above her eyebrow
NOTABLE FEATURES:
Scars littered across the majority of their body, including their face | Stands with shoulders slightly slumped
PERSONALITY
Loyal | Curious | Stand-offish | Cooperative | No sense of humor | Inconsiderate | Protective | Usually amicable | Strong-willed | Relies on instinct more than emotion
LIKES
The nighttime | Hot food | Roaming the forest | Hunting | Play-fighting with her siblings | Red meat | Open areas to run around in | Feeling warm & safe | Howling at the moon
DISLIKES
Making decisions | Tight spaces | Being touched randomly/without permission | The smell of blood | Bossy people | Other wolf weres | Water | Taking flea baths | Staying inside
STRENGTHS
Physical strength | Can take orders without complaint
WEAKNESSES
Becomes aggressive when she feels threatened | Doesn't grasp social etiquette | No sense of self
HISTORY
[CW: kidnapping, physical abuse/torture, 'dog fighting', death]
Born to parents whom she can't remember, Finley was abducted at a young age by a rich vampir, an elite businessman that was involved in the underworld. Him and his subordinates trained her to be a fighter in the ring, pitting her against 'bait' weres, usually felines and coyotes, ones that were deemed as the weakest of the bunch. Any resistance on her part was met with beatings.
When not fighting for her life, she was kept in heavy chains, laced with silver to improve her endurance and weaken her humanity. She was only an 'it' or 'the mutt' the whole time she was kept in captivity. She was never given enough food to fill her belly, just enough to keep her alive, and affection was a foreign concept. There was no reward when she performed well; there was only the relief of knowing she wouldn't be lashed and struck once money traded hands.
She wasn't anything more than a machine. Her only purpose was to fight and kill.
Her will to survive earned her a reputation among the criminal community, a double-edged sword. On one hand, it brought her the favor of her captor: he was more willing to spend money to treat her wounds, more willing to spare her the occassional praise. But it also meant more and more people came to see her fight, bringing with them their own weres that, like her, were reduced to little more than animals.
It was a wonder she never went mad. Somehow, luckily or unluckily, she never became a Vargulf.
Fin did get used to it. They got used to the violence, to the give and take of pain, not even snapping their opponent's neck fazed them anymore. There was no stopping to consider it — they didn't have a choice. If one of them had to die, it might as well be the other party.
Just when it started to become a routine, no end in sight, they were saved.
It was all a blur after that, one confusing whirlwind of police asking questions and probing their damaged mind for answers, trying to gather evidence to put away their captor for good. Eventually the officers realized they were no help and handed them off to an organization that was dedicated to protecting and helping those like them, people who'd been abused and mistreated. They didn't understand what was happening, couldn't understand.
After months of clinical work, it was decided that it'd be best for them to be put in a different environment. They sent them away from the city, to a small and peaceful village where they hoped they could be rehabilitated with some help from a local werewolf family, who often took in lost souls as their own. It was a jarring change, having people to call their family, and it took a lot of work to get them used to being an actual person, but after nearly a year they've come a long way.
They're still awkward and unsure how to interact with others, too fearful to truly trust anyone besides their new family, but they're trying their best.
Finley Adrien Hemming
NICKNAME(S)
Fin
AGE
24
BIRTHDAY
May 7th
RESIDENCE
Greenwich Village, TN
GENDER
Demi-female
PRONOUNS
They, she
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
Grey-biromantic
SEXUALITY
Grey-bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
Single
CLASS
Lower-middle
OCCUPATION
Unemployed(?)
HEALTH CONDITIONS / NOTES
Prone to binge eating | High cholesterol | PTSD | Body aches
ADDITIONAL SKILL
Endurance/tolerance
PACK or FAMILY
Taken in by the Hemming family
HEIGHT
6'2"
BUILD
Toned, slightly muscular
HAIR
Dark brown
EYES
Hazel
SKIN DETAILS
Beauty mark above her eyebrow
NOTABLE FEATURES:
Scars littered across the majority of their body, including their face | Stands with shoulders slightly slumped
PERSONALITY
Loyal | Curious | Stand-offish | Cooperative | No sense of humor | Inconsiderate | Protective | Usually amicable | Strong-willed | Relies on instinct more than emotion
LIKES
The nighttime | Hot food | Roaming the forest | Hunting | Play-fighting with her siblings | Red meat | Open areas to run around in | Feeling warm & safe | Howling at the moon
DISLIKES
Making decisions | Tight spaces | Being touched randomly/without permission | The smell of blood | Bossy people | Other wolf weres | Water | Taking flea baths | Staying inside
STRENGTHS
Physical strength | Can take orders without complaint
WEAKNESSES
Becomes aggressive when she feels threatened | Doesn't grasp social etiquette | No sense of self
HISTORY
[CW: kidnapping, physical abuse/torture, 'dog fighting', death]
Born to parents whom she can't remember, Finley was abducted at a young age by a rich vampir, an elite businessman that was involved in the underworld. Him and his subordinates trained her to be a fighter in the ring, pitting her against 'bait' weres, usually felines and coyotes, ones that were deemed as the weakest of the bunch. Any resistance on her part was met with beatings.
When not fighting for her life, she was kept in heavy chains, laced with silver to improve her endurance and weaken her humanity. She was only an 'it' or 'the mutt' the whole time she was kept in captivity. She was never given enough food to fill her belly, just enough to keep her alive, and affection was a foreign concept. There was no reward when she performed well; there was only the relief of knowing she wouldn't be lashed and struck once money traded hands.
She wasn't anything more than a machine. Her only purpose was to fight and kill.
Her will to survive earned her a reputation among the criminal community, a double-edged sword. On one hand, it brought her the favor of her captor: he was more willing to spend money to treat her wounds, more willing to spare her the occassional praise. But it also meant more and more people came to see her fight, bringing with them their own weres that, like her, were reduced to little more than animals.
It was a wonder she never went mad. Somehow, luckily or unluckily, she never became a Vargulf.
Fin did get used to it. They got used to the violence, to the give and take of pain, not even snapping their opponent's neck fazed them anymore. There was no stopping to consider it — they didn't have a choice. If one of them had to die, it might as well be the other party.
Just when it started to become a routine, no end in sight, they were saved.
It was all a blur after that, one confusing whirlwind of police asking questions and probing their damaged mind for answers, trying to gather evidence to put away their captor for good. Eventually the officers realized they were no help and handed them off to an organization that was dedicated to protecting and helping those like them, people who'd been abused and mistreated. They didn't understand what was happening, couldn't understand.
After months of clinical work, it was decided that it'd be best for them to be put in a different environment. They sent them away from the city, to a small and peaceful village where they hoped they could be rehabilitated with some help from a local werewolf family, who often took in lost souls as their own. It was a jarring change, having people to call their family, and it took a lot of work to get them used to being an actual person, but after nearly a year they've come a long way.
They're still awkward and unsure how to interact with others, too fearful to truly trust anyone besides their new family, but they're trying their best.
code by wren.
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