Daevon

Unfortunately

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  Birth Name: Daevon
  Age: Appears 16 years of age
  Gender: Penis
  Race: Werewolf
  Orientation: Bisexual - truly uncertain of this
  Height: 5'8"
  Weight: 150ish
  Dating: None
  Pack: None
  Rank: Lone wolf! HooooooooowwllL!!
  
  Personality: Shy, skittish and weird. Tends to act a tad awkward. Sometimes tries to act like he knows everything -the typical teenager attitude. Then the oddball moment when he's a total girl (has a thing for clothes, shoes, etc).
  

• I felt so different when I...

  Given Name: Bad Dog
  Mindset: Cannot control his werewolf mind. Everything becomes a blur or horrible nightmare. To him, it's almost like he blacks out and it's hard to bring him back from this mindset.
  Appearance: Scruffy -sometimes the fur can be matted. Pretty much a pup than young adult. Be prepared to see a bony-pathetic looking wolf. But he makes up with his speed and wicked bite.
  Weaknesses: The typical werewolf weaknesses? Silver? Garlic? Wait... That's vampire, right...? I forget.
  Fears: Cats. Hates cats. Low funds - money. The touch of another being -sometimes nervousness gets the best of him, so most times he'll be wearing gloves to keep his fingers.

• Familiars

  Parents: Pearl Nelson x Virgil Nelson
  Siblings: Daevon was a lone child
  Family Members: Never met any of them
  
  Friends
  - Anyone out there?
  
  Enemies
  - None.. Yet..
  
  Pack Mates
  - This is spot for pack mates only.. He may know you, but it doesn't mean he considers you friend or foe.

• And this bullshit happened...

  Daevon Nelson was a teenage boy that held everything in his hands. He had it all! The perfect home. The perfect parents. The perfect school. The perfect friends. He had no worry. Till one day one of the security students ran up to Daevon and handed him a piece of paper in P.E. "Come home. - Father." Daevon was reluctant due to being in the second block of class. He pressed his lips together and went up to his teacher and shown him the note. "You are excused. But you will have to make up for it tomorrow. 20 laps. Now get going before I make it more." Daevon wasn't the best in his P.E. class. Some would say that he was rather... Clumsy and.. Slow. But today seemed off. Things had been happening, but he had shrugged it off and ran off. He would take the whole block off and return to school for the third block. Hopefully his third teacher would be forgiving for being late.
  
  As soon as Daevon reached his home's door knob, it had swung open and his father stood in the door way. "What took you so long?" Daevon grinned, "well! You know me. Having a smoke and taking my time." He was joking of course... Daevon hated the taste and smell of cigarettes. But he tolerated them. His father didn't break a smile or any sort of reaction to Daevon's joke. "Sheesh..." Daevon mumbled as he entered the house.
  
  The door closed behind Daevon and his father followed behind him. "Sit down. We need to talk." Daevon felt the tension building as he took a seat on a couch.