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                                "EVEN A MAN WHO IS PURE OF HEART,

                         AND SAYS HIS PRAYERS BY NIGHT,

                                MAY BECOME A WOLF,

                              WHEN THE WOLFSBANE BLOOMS,

                         AND THE AUTUMN MOON IS BRIGHT"











                  “I dreamt of becoming a part of this supernatural shitshow world since I was a kid.

  And I did, just not how I’d hoped. Because now I shed, and my goals of going vegan are shot to shite.

                             Guess it falls under the category of ‘be careful what you wish for.'”



                         ABOUT THE WOLF

Oliver is a smart-mouthed wiseass who loves nothing more than a joke, though not at someone else's expense; he’s a teddy bear. He’s usually happy, friendly, a ray of sunshine, and polite when needed, though he is far from formal. He is also a bit of a Casanova and frequently flirts around. He does not respond well to authority figures.
The boy has trouble focusing and is hyperactive 24/7. Almost certainly, he has undiagnosed ADHD. He has poor planning skills and often trouble following through with tasks due to being easily distracted. His mind is racing all the time. He is also highly impatient, a trait that has in the past, and continues to, get him into deep trouble.

After his encounter with the werewolf, he is prone to long periods of depressive episodes due to the fact that he inadvertently got all of his friends killed. He’s extremely remorseful, bitter at himself, and may appear distant and nervous. 

He is much less himself on most days, more like a shadow of his former happy self.

Around the days before the full moon, due to its influence, he becomes more aggressive, impatient, unpredictable, wild and animalistic. He may say or do mean things that he would later come to regret.


10625363458?profile=RESIZE_710x10625366079?profile=RESIZE_710xOliver was born in 2001 in Richmond, London, Great Britain, to the Harker family, great and venerated vampire slayers, starting with Jonathan Harker who dealt a great although temporary defeat to Dracula in 1894. Oliver always took great pride in that fact. He was fascinated by his mother’s stories growing up. He wanted to be a hunter too.

Oliver was afflicted with asthma from a young age, which only became more severe as he got older.     At the age of six, an altercation between him and a classmate even caused him to have such a severe asthma attack that he was sent to the hospital.

He attended Hampton High, a secondary school where he befriended Tom, Mark, and Lucas, his three best friends. He confided in them the truth about his family’s profession, showing them irrefutable proof when they first laughed him out. At this time, he also worked as a barista at a local Starbucks, but was let go when he insulted and threw coffee at a rude customer.
When he turned 19, he was brought before the leaders of the four families, one of which was his father. The four families lead the Van Helsing Association, a large group of vampire hunters. He was to receive his initiation into the group, and start his training. But unfortunately for Oliver, it was decided by the four leaders present that he should not be allowed to join the Association. They said this was due to his asthma, which they argued could potentially present itself as a problem. They thought he’d only ever be a liability to both him and his fellow members.
He resented this and pleaded for his case, trying to convince them his asthma was under control, that it would not impede him in his duty. They did not listen, and he was dismissed.

Infuriated with their decision, Oliver stormed out, thinking himself a failure.


Months passed, and he grew jealous and felt looked down upon, like a stranger in his family. Because each one of them had done greatness, except for him. His friends had tried to console him, but he still felt terrible. They felt bad for him.
One day one of his friends approached him, Mark, who told Oliver of a suspicious man he suspected to be a vampire after witnessing his immense strength kidnapping a woman. Mark said he saw this from a hiding vantage point late at night. Mark then told Oliver that they were all with him, the two other of Oliver’s friends, to hunt and kill this vampire. And initially, he was reluctant, his inner voice of reason telling him, no, but due to his sense of loneliness and inadequacy within his family, and his desperate want to prove himself to them, he ultimately said yes.

They tracked the ‘vampire’ as it left Richmond to the outskirts of the town of Crawley in West Sussex; he had holed up there in a secluded house in the middle of a small woodland area. They entered, expecting the vampire to be found sleeping somewhere in the house because the sun was out. Instead, they found the place to be in a horrible condition, rotting and wet, and more horrifically...with scattered human remains in various stages of decomposition.
As they were leaving, disgusted by what they’d found, the exit they found was now blocked by a rough-looking man with a tangled beard. He was holding a shotgun pointed at their face and telling them to pull up seats, tie themselves up, or he’d shoot. Left with no other options, they complied. He proceeded to brag, telling them throughout the day when he came into the room how he’d enjoy feasting on their flesh soon. He was so caught up in his rant that he did not notice Oliver using a small shard of broken metal to slowly cut through the ropes when he was not in the room.
Eventually, as night crept upon them, the man entered the room a final time, his weapon absent for some reason. And Oliver, having finally cut through enough rope, burst free and took the man by surprise, knocking him back, stumbling backwards and hitting his head against a shelf. He lay unmoving on the floor while Oliver went to free his mates. Though just as the last one was released from their bonds, the moon shone through the windows.                              The supposed vampire on the floor then became revealed as what he truly was, a werewolf. 



Knowing they were unequipped to deal with the threat and traumatised, frightened for their lives, the four friends began to flee towards the door. Tom was grabbed in the process, and gutted instantly, his insides spilling onto the floor. Meanwhile the rest successfully got out of the house and ran across the yard, pursued by the beast. They even got as far as escaping into the woods before another one of them was struck down.

The wolf got on top of his friend Mark, Oliver saw looking back, and caved in his skull with its teeth. He and Lucas kept running.
Running for over two minutes, they thought they were in the clear and took a breath whilst hiding in the bushes to regain some stamina when the creature suddenly pounced from behind in the dark. It ripped Lucas apart, literally. Oliver ran, hearing how his friend's body's upper and middle parts landed on the ground with a wet thud. He didn’t get far, though, as the creature knocked him down, and he felt strong teeth close around his shoulders, and sharp claws dig into his lower abdomen. By sheer dumb luck, he managed to grab hold of a sharp stick that he used to escape, stabbing the abomination in the eye.

He ran, fueled by adrenaline alone.

The creature lost him, eventually, but he continued running anyway, entering a residential area where someone called an ambulance as he collapsed in front of them. He fell in and out of consciousness, remembering only that at some point a nurse asked him his full name, and he gave it.
He later woke up in the hospital, quickly seeing that his injuries had healed fully. He quickly put two and two together and realised that he now had the wolf's blood coursing through his veins. He knew what he now was, and would become, each rising of the full moon.
Feeling a horrible shame and guilt over what he’d done, and terrified of what his family would do if they found out what he now was, Oliver chose to flee. He left just as his family had arrived at the hospital, narrowly avoiding being caught by them. He saw their faces, presumably for the last time.
He fled to New York, America, taking only with him what small things he could get from home before his parents returned from the hospital looking for him. He took some clothes, his passport and his credit card, the latter emptied to pay for his way to America. He also took with him a stuffed animal given to him by his grandma.




Arriving in New York, Oliver refused to get a work visa for fear that his family would probably be able to track him down if he did. He instead took up an under-the-table job as a stripper and erotic dancer at a gay club, and as an occasional male escort.

Initially homeless, he eventually moved into a fellow co-worker’s run-down old flat in the lower east side of Manhattan.

For the next few years, he struggles with his internal wolf, with each moon spent locked up in the basement of the apartment building, in the boiler room where he’s chained himself up, hoping no one finds him or that he manages to break free and hurt someone.
Somehow, in all the misery, he maintains hope that somewhere or someway, there is a cure.






Notes of notice;

I have been writing for 10+ years. I may be picky about who I write with.

I suffer from bipolar disorder, which sometimes affects the quality of the replies or the time it takes for me to reply.

My main account is Dracula, and I welcome those characters who may not vibe with Oliver to try there. 

The werewolf skull thingy seen above is made by this wonderful evil bean.




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    Espresso depresso a bit.

  • "Vicky I gotta say strangest recon crew yet." 

    Echo was looking over their spread fingers, judging the witch with iridescent pink irises from behind nail beds which were so cared for they wouldn’t dare be anything less than immaculate.k

    The three misfit otherbeings stood in quiet resignation to their night's events, none of them looking particularly dressed to be sitting on a rooftop in the middle of the windy night.
    Victor, as almost always, wore a finely tailored suit likely of some custom design because when the right light hit the fabric it reflected a sheer cobalt. 

    Victor, who was a head taller than his cohorts, gave Echo a sharp blue eyed glare through the night air. The Imps warm hickory skin was less covered, seemingly dressed more for a club than a reconnaissance mission, he wore a mesh crop top and a bomber jacket a bit too big for him, his skinny jeans low ride enough to show the cut of his pelvic bones.

    “Neal was busy and I don’t fuck around with Vampires without a healer.” He motioned to Sapana who looked a little sheepish at the mention. She was not usually out in the field, she did much more grounded affairs.

    “And you have better eyes and ears than even me.”
    “mmm mhm. Which brings me to my second question…”
    “You never asked a question.”
    “Observation then, as a vampire yourself you are not very good with your kind.”
    “I am a Witch, Echo. Not a Vampire. And there was still no question in there.”
    “You can be both! You are both. Just because you like to ignore that second one doesn’t mean you aren't one.” 

    “Great. Shut up.” Vic grumbled, voice falling as he crouched on the parapet, eyes narrowing in a reflective silver to the meeting that was occurring a bit below them.

    “Just tell me what they are saying.” He barely breathed this bit, aware vampires had better abilities than humans, they had also chosen a place down wind and further away than he would be able to hear, they didn’t need to be close- Echo was Victor’s secret weapon in these sorts of things. 

    With a palpable eye roll the Imp closed the distance between them, and from beneath his coat climbed a small creature- Echo called them mimics, though it seemed to Victor most of them had names, just not ones that translated to human tongues or that Echo felt like teaching his new team.
    They were small, perhaps the height of a forearm, and they looked remarkably like the image of a devil, or an imp, in modern lore. They had no hair or fur, their heads rounded with large bat-like ears which took up a remarkable amount of real estate on their small bodies, their mouths wide and unnerving, were full of needle thin teeth which they clicked as a means of communication with their leader. They had no eyes, least not on their heads. At the ends of long arms were ape-like hands, small but dexterous, and on the backs were closed lids which only parted when Echo looked through them. Echo treated the mimics like children, doting and loving of each one, and as this one climbed from his jacket he smiled fondly and carressed its bald little head as it climbed onto Victor’s shoulders and put its hands over his eyes. 

    Victor was watching the meeting from a fisheye perspective, much closer now than he had been, from some quiet shadowed corner.
    For a moment he thought this was too easy, that was until the marks stopped talking, and he heard from behind him, from behind the real him not the projected eyes, a soft curse in a long lost tongue. 

    "Vic there is someone following them." 

    Echo had barely gotten this out when Oliver was hoisted up and both Victor and Echo sucked air through their teeth and issued soft 

    "Oofs.." as the young lycanthrope was tossed to the ground. 

    Sapana, the more soft spoken woman, prickled at the other two's quiet exclamations. 

    "Well….that's why I always have a healer on hand when dealing with Vampires. Fickle. Territorial. Specially of Otherbeings. Kay." He gave a deep sigh and shook his head. 

    "Sapana we someone in the crossfire, lets yo give the guy a hand cuz I don't think he'll be standing up from that one anytime soon. Echo keep a mimic on them, you can stay or go." 

    "Cerce…you and your hero complex." Victor rolled his eyes but Echo put out his hands, so Victor took it and put the other on Sapana's shoulder. 

    In a twist of darkness, a collective swirl of shadows, they were standing in front of the dying Oliver. 

    For a moment all three peared at the young man before, Sapana looking horrified while the other two seemed pretty deadpan grim. 

    "Well…. This is your lucky day kid. That warning was a death sentence if you didn't have us." 

    Sapana, who wore a long ankle length skirt and ruffled crop top, knelt next to the dying lycanthrope in the alley way, pulling a bottle from her cloth side bag. It was a liquid gold, and she poured it into his gargling mouth before closing her eyes and hovering her hands over his chest, just a hairs breath from actually touching him. 

    A golden glow seemed to gather above him, a warmth blooming over his wounds. She couldn't heal him completely, but she could pull him back from the brink. 


  • ||Thanks for the add! Casey is a different kind of shifter character, very cautious, scared and confused about what she is.||

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