Wilfred

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  • Name: Wilfred
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: PersnicketyGobo
  • Nicknames: Wilf
  • Race: Werewolf
  • Age: 123
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 5' 9"
  • Weight: 180 lbs.
  • Hair: Blonde
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Likes: Moonshine, Running, Working Out

• Description

  Wilf is a young looking white male with blonde hair and blue eyes, he's extremely fit with a body builders form and a baby face. Generally he has scruff on his face.

• Biography

  Born in 1890 Wilfred Von Tress was the son of a semi-wealthy General Store owner, their last born son he was the pride of his parents. He grew up not having to work for much in his life, went to school like he was expected to, and learned a bit of the trade his parents were in. Mostly he spent his time learning to be anything but a gentleman from his older brothers, learning how to woo women without having to court them very early in life led to some problems.
  
  By the time he was twenty he had at least one child out of wedlock, but he sought to support it the best way he could. He took to working in a bar, running the liquor trade as best he could at the time and giving all of his spare change to his lady Catherine and infant daughter Isabella. Things changed quickly though, he ended up marrying Catherine and having a son with her named Jeremiah.
  
  And then it happened, Prohibition came and his job was gone. His parents, having no use for a boy who would dishonor them by having premarital sex and condemning himself to sin, left him penniless. So, he did the best he could. He opened a speak easy and became a notorious bootlegger. It was his bootlegging that led to his current predicament actually.
  
  One night a group of police officers raided his speakeasy, fearing for his family Wilf took off running. And that's when they unleashed a dog, though it wasn't like any beast he'd ever seen before, the creature was bigger and looked mad. Wilfred wasn't able to outrun it and the beast attacked him, it mauled him nearly to death before deciding to let him be. While it sat there watching him bleed to death, Wilfred to this day swears it was smiling.
  
  Wilfred healed from that attack, but he healed because the "dog" that attacked him was a werewolf. Days later, after he'd returned home with his speakeasy destroyed an older man knocked upon his door. The man told him what he'd become and offered to help train him so he wouldn't hurt his beloved Catherine, Isabella, or Jeremiah.
  
  It took some time but with the man's help he was able to control his wolf, when he had control over himself the older man helped him get a job that was more suited to his new nature. He became a private detective.
  
  Wilf and Catherine went on to have another son, Nathaniel. But as the years went past, and his family aged Wilfred did not. He watched his beloved Catherine die at the age of 60, went off to fight a war with his oldest son and watched Jeremiah fall on the beachhead at Normandy, he watched disease take his beloved daughter Isabella before she and her husband ever had children, and he got to watch over Nathaniel as he welcomed his first child into the world.
  
  For the past few years Wilfred has lived alone, his maker having drowned himself, and his youngest son now in his late 80s he took to living in a small hand built cabin in the woods with his still. Wilfred still goes and visits his son in the nursing home, appearing as a service "dog" so he can slip in and dote on his Alzheimer suffering child. Occasionally he gets to see his grandchildren and great grandchildren, but those visits are few and far between.

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