Name | Listed Above

Alias | Pronounced "Eli"

Current Interest | Single | Currently One Interest

S. Orientation | Straight - Attraction IS Female Based

Age Late Twenties | Werewolf | Six Foot Four In Height

Werewolf Human Hybrid | Related to the Ahloke Pack

Just A Man A Prisoner To The Moon Werewolf 

A past of shame, guilt, pain. A past no young man should of ever had to endure. But here I am. Twenty nine years ago I was born, most would say a monster and or killer was born, while others held their opinions to themselves. Though it hadn't always been that way, for many years I was happy living in a small town in the black mountains of Tennessee, going to school like the rest of kids my age along with dating, parties, and buddies that I thought would never become strangers. I lived with my uncle in the cabin home I currently reside in, one I had learned to build with my own two hands just as I was taught. Hoping, wishing, praying, to someday escape this small town and leave the mountains in my rear view.

Age eighteen March 2nd, 11 years ago. I woke to the taste of iron on my tongue, as I laid unclothed in the middle of the forest.The world around me was a blurry, thick fog covering the treeline above in my line of vision, as the chilled air snaked across my skin. And there she was, Sam Coleson. Blood covered her nose were it dripped toward her mouth in now dried streaks, her light blonde hair also soaked and matted in a thick red substance where she laid in the mud. Bullets covered her from upper torso and across her stomach, though not just any bullets.. Silver bullets. That night had been my turning point, a life of the town in wanring if I had killed Samantha Coleson, and the price I'd pay, time I'd serve. Though I had not physically killed Samantha, I might of well felt like I had. Sam had been my first and only girlfriend, the one and only human being I'd confided in and she died defending me, a monster. A life taken too soon. 

Today I owned the cabin home I'd built with my own two hands 11 years ago, and buried my last known relative my uncle Austin 6 years ago. Still living in the shithole town that still saw me as a monster, the killer of Samantha Coleson who was shot and killed by her psychotic boyfriend in the middle of the woods near my home. A man who never laid in chains, was free'd from the courts due to lack of evidence. A town that had destroyed my auto repair shop in town more times than I can even count at this point. A life of being shackled by the full moon, hiding from the world even if it only was for one night. Because in reality, I am that monster many read of in stories and or seen in their worst of ones nightmares.

Page Under Construction