|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote,|
@ 2012-11-16 00:47:00
FULL NAME: Samuel James Evans.
NICKNAME(S): Sam or Sammy are the most common and predictable ones; he tends to go by the former and even introduces himself that way because it’s shorter and easier. It’s less hassle. The latter was used more as a term of derision in his birth pack and he associates it now with some form of impending torment or punishment.
RACE: Born werewolf.
PACK: The Summers Pack. It’s a recent development that Sam is still trying to wrap his head around and even though the position doesn’t exist in the pack he considers himself Omega. Formerly (and technically still) Omega of the Evans Pack.
BLOOD TYPE: AB-.
AGE: 24 years old.
DATE OF BIRTH: August 23rd 1985.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Missoula Valley, Montana.
CURRENT OCCUPATION: None. Samuel has never actually had a job before, he wasn’t allowed to even so much as apply for one, so he’ll be starting from scratch on that front.
Standing at 5’9 and weighing a little over 160lbs., Samuel doesn’t strike the most imposing figure even when he’s alone. There’s a wiry quality to his build that stems from the fact that he always ate last in his old pack and therefore had the least and worst of what was on offer but even when he does put a bit more weight on his bones he’ll never be anything other than trim, his build is more on the slight side and he’ll never really be muscular. With a youthful face that has a visible boyish quality to it Samuel couldn’t look threatening if he tried, his jaw is quite strong but it’s the most powerful feature he possesses, everything else about him being rather soft and harmless. His hair and eyes are both brown, the former darker than the latter and always somewhat mussed though almost intentionally so, usually swept over to the left. It is several inches long over the top, what most would call medium-length for a man’s hair, and it falls around his eyes, ears, and the nape of his neck respectively, carrying the slightly curl at the edges that makes it flick naturally outwards, especially around the sides. Samuel’s eyes actually carry a little green in them and under brighter lights or on close inspection the hazel is more evident but for the most part they simply look brown, and there’s always something going on there, he has very expressive eyes, they’re his most telling feature and he doesn’t know the first thing about hiding how he feels, he wears it all over his face but his eyes are always the first and strongest clue to his emotional state at any given time. In terms of scarring Samuel carries his share, more than he really should for a wolf his age who hasn’t been in any real fights; down his sides and around his arms and legs he has tell-tale scarring from bite wounds, something that always catches other weres off-guard when they find out he’s a born wolf. Samuel has other scars scattered over his body in a variety of shapes, sizes, and vividness, but the bites are the most striking of the lot. When it comes to clothes Samuel was never really considered important enough to spend much money on so for most of his life he’s worn hand-me-downs or cheap items from thrift stores or other similar establishments. As a result his current taste is what most would call eclectic, his outfits never really match properly but that doesn’t bother him and if people snigger or stare at his clothing choices then he’s certainly had worse and surprisingly it tends to just roll right off his back. He’ll layer shirts and wear waistcoats, even over a sweater, he’s rarely seen in jeans but instead wears actual pants or slacks, his footwear usually seems to be in some shade of brown, of all colours, whether it’s sneakers or boots, he’ll wear ties and even hats, particularly a more modern trilby which is grey-brown in colour. Samuel also wears scarves, arm warmers, and fingerless gloves, even when it isn’t cold wherever he happens to be at any given time. Over the years he’s come to draw comfort -- in a manner of speaking -- from his odd layering habit, almost as if he feels protected if he wears so many different things at once without crossing the line into ridiculousness. On a leather cord around his neck he wears a ring that has no real sentimental meaning or value, and he’ll sometimes wears a somewhat old-fashioned watch on his left wrist, usually on top of his arm warmer if he’s wearing them. Samuel only has one coat, a simple black jacket that buttons down the front.
As a wolf Samuel is just as average and almost understated as he is in human form, the most striking thing about him probably the colour of his pelt: he’s shock white from head to tail, with a brown nose and golden-yellow eyes. His fur is thick, giving him a nice layer of protection in a fight -- as unlikely as it is that he would engage in one or face an attacker head-on -- and also a generous amount of insulation against harsher weather conditions. He isn’t the tallest or the bulkiest wolf, he’s a little on the rangy side, some might even say scrawny; just as he needs to put meat on his bones in human form he definitely needs it when he’s a wolf, and naturally this all carries over into his hybrid form. He’s thinner than he should be, he’ll never be the strongest, physically, but what he lacks in power he makes up for in speed and stealth. When you’ve spent most of your life running and hiding you get pretty good at it, after all, and when he’s in his wolf form these traits get a natural boost.
PARENTS: Sebastian Evans (father). Laura Evans née Roberts (mother).
SIBLING(S): None. At least no biological ones.
FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS: Bad, to say the least. Samuel’s parents essentially gave up on him when they realised he wasn’t just like them and as a result they stopped being his mother and his father and instead became simply his Alphas. For all intents and purposes Samuel doesn’t really have a family, not a real one anyway, even though his parents are still very much alive.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
Samuel is quiet, that tends to be peoples’ first impression of him, withdrawn and perhaps even a little off; he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people but he’ll respond when spoken to, he’ll do what he’s told by just about anyone and he definitely isn’t a fighter in any sense of the word. More than anything Samuel is what he was made to be, he is an Omega through and through, from the way he won’t eat until everyone else has gotten their share in a group situation to the way he cannot meet and hold anyone else’s gaze. When he was young he was bolder, more outgoing, he was curious and adventurous and even brave but that has long since been trained -- or just plain beaten -- out of him and now he’s just plain submissive. If someone swung at him he’d just cower or flinch and take it, because that’s what wolves of his standing do, they take the punishment and act as a means of stress-release for others, or as a way for other members of the pack to assert their dominance. Samuel has been abused and it’s left its mark, inside and out, he has the scars to show for the way he has been mistreated for the majority of his life and it has affected him on so many levels that he has long since lost the ability to recognise the damage for himself. At first he fought what his pack were doing to him but there were more of them and they were bigger and stronger, much more powerful than he could ever hope to be and in the end it just broke him, for lack of a better word. He stopped fighting and let it happen and that sums him up pretty well nowadays. Samuel is an Omega, and he doesn’t believe he’ll ever be anything else now. He might have run away from his pack but that isn’t enough to change years of conditioning and habit, and it’s possible it can’t be undone, and that even if someone did try to undo all that damage Samuel would pull away from it because the unknown confuses and frightens him.
For all that Samuel is just nice, he’s a good-natured young man and he’s polite and sweet and harmless. He would never raise a hand against another soul and the idea of violence and conflict unsettles him deeply, even after so many years at being on the receiving end of it. He pulls away from it, hides from it, does anything he can to shrink and become the smallest possible target he can be in the hopes of being overlooked but that hasn’t worked well for him over the years; that doesn’t mean he has given up trying because it’s just natural for him now and he can’t fight his instincts. Instincts are a driving force with Samuel, the wolf in him might be a timid thing but it’s also a guide and he follows it because he hasn’t known what else to do all these years. When it tells him to cower, he cowers, and when it tells him to run, he does so. His mannerisms are a little more wolf than they are man, from the way he angles his head to bare his throat to anyone he perceives as dominant -- which, for an Omega, is everyone else, more or less -- to the way in which he will never hold someone’s gaze for more than a moment because Omegas do not challenge their superiors and they much always be submissive and respectful of their betters. Samuel has been raised to believe he is not worth much and that has taken root, he cannot imagine ever becoming anything more than what he is now, and he has a very low opinion of himself and has long since given up on any kind of dream or ambition he might have had as a child. It is only really when he has an instrument at hand that he comes out of his shell and shows a different side of himself, he becomes bolder, more confident, he feels more comfortable in his skin and even if only for a little while becomes someone else entirely. It never lasts, of course, but music is a release for Samuel and he uses it as an escape more often than not. It’s only temporary, he knows and accepts that, and has long since given up thinking otherwise.
Even with all those doubts and insecurities, his low self-esteem and his overwhelming Omega tendencies, there is a part of Samuel that wants more, something better. He might have given up his dreams and ambitions but instinct has driven him to where he is now more than any human desire. It is the wolf that has pushed him to leave the only life he has ever known and strike out on his own to find something more promising, a place where he can be something other than a punching bag or constant target, somewhere he won’t be a constant disappointment or joke. The wolf in him still believes such a place exists and it is determined to find it, and it is that determination which keeps Samuel going, regardless of whether or not he realises that fact for himself. If he fails to find it Samuel will just give up on himself and go back to his first pack. They terrify and upset him but without support he simply doesn’t stand a chance. Samuel has never stood up for himself, doesn’t really know how anymore, and more than anything he needs a pack, one that will help and protect him and set him on the right path towards recovery and healing, in every sense. It isn’t in Samuel’s nature to hope for the best anymore but it doesn’t hurt to try, at least once. His wolf certainly seems to think so, anyway.
Sebastian and Laura Evans were bitten not long after they were married while out hiking in the mountains in Montana, their home state, and after they realised just what it meant to be bitten, that they would lose control once a month and become savage animals, they went on the run. They ended up in Scarlet Oak, of all places, and fell in with one of the local packs there, thinking that it couldn’t do any harm to be around others of their kind and ultimately that it was probably for the best. The Summers Pack was welcoming and supportive, they helped Bastian and Laura from doing themselves or anyone else any harm when the full moon rolled around, but in the end it was all for nought. Bastian and Laura became increasingly unhappy and uncomfortable, both fully and firmly coming to believe that werewolves should not hide or lock themselves away in cages, that maybe they really were supposed to be roaming the wilds and claiming lives as they pleased. They were animals, after all, and you didn’t cage or try to tame a tiger or a real wolf. That wasn’t natural. As they came to realise this tensions mounted between the two and the leader of the pack, the Alpha firmly against their beliefs, increasingly so as they came more and more into the open. Bastian and Laura talked openly to others within the pack to try and get them to share their viewpoints and in the end the Alpha decided enough was enough and confronted them. Bastian was bold and cocky, he didn’t back down in the face of the Alpha’s displeasure or disapproval and the argument became heated and volatile. Things quickly could have become violent if the Alpha hadn’t taken matters into his own hands and told Bastian and Laura that they were no longer welcome in the Summers Pack. Bastian told the other wolf that he couldn’t agree more, and with that the pair left Scarlet Oak, and Michigan altogether, making they were slowly but surely back to Montana. They couldn’t go back to Great Falls, where Bastian had been born, or Helena where Laura came from, so instead they made their way clean through both and to Missoula where they ended up settling in the Valley. Along the way they picked up a few stragglers, others of their kind who had also been bitten and not born and were either easily swayed into their beliefs or already shared them.
What Laura had not realised at the time of her and her husband’s expulsion from the Summers Pack was that she was pregnant, and at least halfway through her pregnancy, meaning that not long after they found a place to live in Missoula Valley she reached full term and she and Bastian found themselves with a baby boy. Bastian named him Samuel after his father and as Laura settled into the role of motherhood the pack continued to grow. Bastian had grown fond of hunting and had come to believe that he and Laura had been attacked for a reason and that their purpose was to further their race. When he hunted it wasn’t for animals but for new pack members, and in this way their numbers slowly but steadily increased. Bitten wolves who came to embrace their feral sides heard of the Evans Pack and made their way to Montana to join them. By the time Samuel was old enough to really understand that his family were not people but wolves the pack was already more than a dozen strong.
Samuel was the only born wolf in the lot, the only one who would not be forced to become a mindless and savage beast when the full moon rose every month, but Bastian and Laura believed there was potential nevertheless, that their son might even one day be the best of them, the purest and most powerful. They would be disappointed, deeply so, when Samuel showed no interest in hunting or roughhousing with the others, and as time went on his disinterest became more and more like refusal, something his parents could not understand, let alone tolerate. So they tried to force him, pushing him into the fights amongst the others in the pack and dragging him out into the mountains to try and encourage him to embrace his inner predator. Samuel was not having any of it and refused at every turn, and that disappointment in his parents became frustration, and eventually anger.
Bastian and Laura came to believe that their son was rebelling and in doing so being deeply disrespectful and they simply could not have that. So they started to punish him, usually in front of the others in the pack so there would no confusion about what happened to those who did not do as they were told or toe the line. The Evans Pack were wolves through and through, they did not pull away or hide from their instincts or their wild, feral sides, and anyone who could not accept that was to be punished. Samuel tried to fight but his parents were so much stronger than him and they weren’t afraid to hurt him, wolves did not shy away from violence when it came to discipline they told their son, and soon enough it wasn’t just his mother and father striking him but others in the pack. They were encouraged to do so whenever they disagreed with Samuel’s behaviour, told to follow their instincts and embrace what their animal sides told them to do. The problem was that many of the pack didn’t need an excuse and it became a game to them, it became fun to hurt and tease and torment Samuel, but Bastian and Laura never stepped in and put a stop to it.
Slowly but surely Samuel’s spirit weakened, over the years he was subjected to any number of cruel punishments at the hands of his packmates and his parents and that was too much for him to take. When his father dragged a human into the house and demanded Samuel bite and change him there and then his son refused, trying and failing to get away, the other members of the pack forcing him to stay in the room. His refusal meant nothing, Bastian simply cursed his son and changed there and then, mauling the human viciously before Samuel’s eyes. The human died on the living room floor, their blood staining the carpet and riling the pack into a frenzy. They turned on Samuel and beat him so badly that he was unconscious for days, and when he woke there was no sympathy to be found anywhere, only disgust and derision.
And so Samuel well and truly became the Omega of the Evans Pack. His refusal to embrace his parents’ ways and share in the pack’s cruelty and savagery put him at the bottom of the pecking order with no hope of rising any higher. The pack’s regular attacks ensured that he remembered his place and as time went on he started to withdraw into himself more and more until eventually he accepted what he was being shown and told. He was worthless, weak and stupid, he would never amount to anything, his sole purpose in life was to take what the others threw at him. He ate last and only spoke when he was spoken to, he did not meet anyone’s eyes for longer than a second and when he was knocked down he stayed down. At the full moons he was forced out into the mountains with the rest of the pack and regularly ended up on the receiving end of their ferocity, returning home with fresh bloody wounds or waking up alone and badly wounded in the middle of nowhere, forced to drag or crawl back home or wait until one of the others came and found him, which usually resulted in a solid cuff or kick as punishment for taking so long.
Bastian and Laura still believed, on some level, that Samuel could be changed to be as they were, and so they regularly transformed and bit their son in the hopes that it would convert him, that he would either wake up and see what they were trying to achieve or that he would become a bitten wolf instead of born. They didn’t know or care that that was impossible, that you couldn’t make a born wolf the same as a bitten, but that didn’t stop them, from trying, if anything it just made them more determined. All it did was convince Samuel that he was different, that he was nothing like them, any of them, and he had the scars to prove it.
This went on for years, much longer than it really should have, much longer than anyone should really be able to take before some part of them just snaps once and for all, but somehow Samuel held on and endured. He took everything the pack threw at him, the violence and the laughter and the disgust, he became the Omega in every way, some part of him hoping that if he accepted his role they would lose interest but they never did. He got older, the pack continued to grow, and his parents never put a stop to any of it. They stopped calling Samuel their son after he turned sixteen. Samuel had long since stopped trying to run away, stopped fighting altogether, and surrendered himself to his fate. Nothing was ever going to change, and he had to live with it.
SINCE THE LIGHT OF MAY: And then came the announcements that the supernaturals were real, that they had been real all along. When the reports swept across the news channels someone had left the TV on in the lounge and Samuel stood in the doorway, ready to flee at the first sign of company, listening to the stories. As much he could he listened to the news or read the stories in the papers when other members of the pack left them lying around. Fascinated but at the same time overwhelmed and confused Samuel wanted to learn as much as he could, and when he heard his parents talking in the kitchen about someone named Summers he couldn’t help but listen in. It earned him a black eye and fractured jaw but he’d learned something in his eavesdropping. His mother and father had once been part of the Summers Pack in Michigan and had left it years ago, they hadn’t agreed with it, it had been too soft, too weak. That was enough to interest Samuel and one day when he was alone with one guard in the house who proceeded to fall asleep on the couch he helped himself to his father’s laptop; he had watched Bastian using it enough that he could use it for himself, as sad as it was for someone his age not to know already.
He found the Summers Pack, or at least one of its members: August Summers. That had to be who his parents had been talking about. He quickly took note of the town, Scarlet Oak, and the name, and then put everything back the way he’d found it, though his father still knew Samuel had been where he shouldn’t and hit him hard enough to leave his ears ringing for a whole day afterwards.
It took Samuel a long time to work up the courage to do what his gut was telling him to do. The pack would never let him leave, he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere by himself and he had spent most of his life in the house or the valley and mountains surrounding it. He’d never been anywhere alone and certainly hadn’t tried to survive by himself. But something told him he had to, he had to leave, and the sooner the better. It still took him weeks to work out how to do it, and when he did he was amazed the others didn’t figure out something was wrong just from the smell of him, how nervous and frightened his scent must have told them he was. They were used to it, he supposed, so when everyone readied themselves to head out to the mountains for their monthly full moon run and hunt he went along with them without a word, just as he usually did. No one took any notice of the fact that he was carrying a backpack. One of the younger females asked him about it but he said it was “just stuff for the morning” with a little nod of his head towards the others as if he’d packed things for them when they all changed back. She didn’t ask him anything else and didn’t say a word to anyone about it, shrugging it off as unimportant. The backpack didn’t have anything for anyone else, naturally, but instead supplies for Samuel himself.
When the moon rose and everyone transformed Samuel changed with them as he always did but their enthusiasm and haste worked in his favour. Before he had even picked himself up off the ground after one of the others had knocked him over in their rush to get past him they were all racing off into the mountains, howling and baying and snarling amongst themselves. Samuel was expected to follow. He did not. Instead he took the bag in his teeth and ran the other way, using all the speed and stamina his wolf form gave him to just keep running. When he couldn’t run anymore, his muscles burning and his lungs aching, he switched to the easy lope that wolves could sustain for miles and miles, pushing himself through the morning and the change he could make to return to human form, continuing on until he was too thirsty to go any further. Samuel had only had room for one set of clothes, with a spare shirt and a few sets of underpants stuffed into his boots, his hat and other safety blanket items, his jacket, one bottle of water, an apple and the last of the loaf of bread from the kitchen, but he made it all last as long as possible, never stopping for longer than he had to. Samuel had only packed what he thought he needed, and hadn’t thought about the distance between Montana and Michigan.
He hitched rides where he could, and if nothing else his natural Omega behaviour seemed to encourage drivers to take pity on him. It still took him a while to reach Michigan, and to find Scarlet Oak, but he kept going, driven as much by fear of the pack catching up with him as anything else. Now that he’s arrived he doesn’t quite know where to turn, only that he’s exhausted, hungry, and this is his only shot at finding out if his pack is as corrupt and twisted as he suspects it to be. If this doesn’t work he’ll have no choice but to go home, and nothing terrifies him more, quite honestly, because if he goes back he’s pretty sure they’ll kill him, or at least make sure he can never, never run away again.
POWERS: Typical to his race though actually somewhat lessened because of the way he was raised. He has the standard set of abilities: his senses, strength, and agility are all heightened beyond the level any human could ever hope to accomplish but Sam has as of yet failed to reach his full potential and is essentially still learning, even at his age, when he really should have mastered such things by now. His healing factor is accelerated, and he can adopt one of three forms at will: human, wolf, and hybrid, though he has the tendency to shift when his emotions are running high and doesn’t have the best control for a born werewolf.
SPECIAL SKILLS/ABILITIES: Samuel has a more than passable singing voice, in fact it’s a very good singing voice, and over the years as a means to pass time he’s taught himself how to play not only the acoustic guitar but also the piano, though he is much more comfortable -- and therefore talented -- at the former, to the point where he sometimes composes little pieces of music himself. It isn’t so much an ability or skill as it is a personal knack but Samuel is very talented when it comes to disappearing, even in a crowded room; he knows just how to make himself smaller, easier to overlook, and he’s had many years of practise, to the point where people can easily forget he’s even present if he doesn’t speak or move for a while. There isn’t really much Samuel can do, his parents and the rest of his pack kept him from learning any real life skills so he would always be dependent and wouldn’t stray. Anything and everything he can do outside of his music is borne of instinct and a wolf’s natural desire to survive.
→ BOTTOM OF THE PECKING ORDER: Samuel has always been the lowest of the low in a pack setting and the one from which he has run to try and find some kind of better life spent years ensuring he knew his place. Samuel is an Omega in every way, in every form, he is submissive and withdrawn and think he’s worthless, he won’t stand up for himself if people want to hurt him because he has been made to believe that is his purpose in life and he deserves nothing better. If people say or do unkind things to him he simply accepts them and doesn’t try to fight them because his brain no longer registers it as wrong. It’s hard to fight against that kind of conditioning after so many years and for all intents and purposes Samuel has given up, surrendered himself to his place in life, and firmly believes he will never be anything other than Omega. In the right setting that wouldn’t be a bad thing, there always has to be a submissive wolf, but his understanding of the place is somewhat warped thanks to his parents and the rest of his birth pack and isn’t likely to change any time soon.
→ THE ANIMAL WITHIN: The wolf inside of Samuel has kept him going for a long time now. Samuel doesn’t realise this for himself but it has been fighting where he has not. It has dictated the correct instincts to him most of his life and kept him from suffering more than he has had to, really, and in a volatile situation it tells him what to do. Run. Hide. Show your belly or your throat. Samuel relies on his wolf side more than he knows and it drives him in a way he cannot really comprehend. In every aspect of his life it is guiding him, teaching him, and it’s very possible he wouldn’t have lasted as long as he has if it weren’t for his wolf. He certainly wouldn’t have made it out of the pack and to Scarlet Oak without it, that’s for sure.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Summers House. Previously Samuel had been living out of a backpack and in whatever shelter he could find while he was been making his way towards Scarlet Oak. He didn’t really know where he would be staying when he got there. He didn’t plan that far ahead.