The Supernatural (OOC)

Name: Shelton Brint (Wind to packmates)

Age: 516 (looks to be about 25)

Species:Werewolf

Gender: Male

Description: Shelton and his packmates work closely with the Police force as intermediaries to the Blob community. He is the only one that talks to the lawmen, but keeps his pack close by. When he makes these trips, he wears whatever is fitting for the meeting place. When roaming the streets, he can usually be found in a screen printed T-shirt, sometimes a baseball cap to keep his shaggy hair in check, some good jeans, and his Chuck Taylor All Stars. (I totally typed this before seeing Hail's char wears Chucks as well. Maybe it'll be a good convo starter lol )

Background: Born to a poor family in South Africa, Shelton has always fought for survival. He plied his hand at many different trades, including picking pockets, cutting purses, and general thievery. When he was 13 he had tried picking the pocket of a tourist, and the man had noticed. He gave chase through the city, and even though Shelton knew it like the back of his hand, his pursuer continued to keep up. Ducking into an alley, shrouded in darkness despite the full moon, Shelton looked back to see if he had given the man the slip. That's when he heard something ahead of him snarl. He was attacked and left to die. Two days passed until Shelton woke up. His right calf bore a large scar from where the thing had bit him, and his chest, numerous criss-crossing scars.

Shortly after this, he noticed he always transformed on the full moon. He took to the countryside not wanting to hurt innocent people. After 2 years of living off the land, he was in his wolf form, and came upon a small pack of wolves. But they smelled different. Suddenly, the Alpha transformed into human form, and beckoned him over. Shelton's hackles rose, but he crawled ever so slowly forward. He stopped 10 paces from the group, and kept his eyes on the leader. They gave him meat instead of attacking him. He took it and ran off to the small hut he had made. In the morning, he was awoken by three swift raps on his wall. He grabbed a knife, and stepped outside to see 3 people waiting. One was the leader from last night. He was about to attack, when he heard the soft voice. "You need a better house, boy. This things like to collapse on ye soon. Come on with us, we'll help ye find somethin' more suitable."

From that day on, he was a part of the pack. Mist was the leader's name, even though sometimes the others called him Johnathan. The others were Mud, and Hyena. They were his new family. Many years passed, but together they found themselves across the ocean and into Saint City. They found themselves some odd end jobs around the city. Mist was a big guy in his human form, and soon found a job at a construction site. Soon after, he was crushed by a falling iron beam. Since then, the pack has not wanted to advance an Alpha because of their loyalty to Mist. Sometimes Mud would suggest that Wind take the spot, but he can't bring himself to listen to her.

Personality: Very furtive. He protects himself and his comrades in everything he does. He is quite amiable, but never gives true information about himself. He knows that information can kill in this city. He keeps to himself, his pack, and the few contacts he needs to continue living. His pack and he share a small 2 bedroom house. He lives in the garage.

RP Sample: (Hail do you need this, or was the Background good enough?)