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CW: MENTIONS OF MURDER, VIOLENCE, ASSAULT + SEX WORK GENERAL. NAME: Teagan Whitley AGE: 19 HOUSE: Werewolves HEIGHT: 5'6! HAIR & EYE COLOUR: Blonde, blue. DISTINCTIVE FEATURES & BUILD: Lean, a little scrawny looking. Somewhat obviously self cut hair, with blocky fringe and no shortage of frizz. Likes baggy jackets and ripped jeans; looks like she just scuttled out of a punk band most days. Has rows of safety pins attached to almost every jacket she owns (so, uh, a grand total of one currently). Likes smudgy makeup and black. Cleans up well if given either the opportunity or inclination to do so. BACKGROUND. — A turned werewolf, bitten at the age of eleven after being “adopted” by a werewolf pack, following the sudden disappearance of her father. Originally from London, newly moved to a town outside of Vancouver at the time. — Homeschooled with six other kids of varying ages, all adopted into the pack, all bitten. Merle and Jefferson, the pack’s founders, say that werewolves made are better than werewolves born. Stronger, undiluted. They say they give to their pack the luxury they were never given, since they were born werewolves. — Turned or natural, young werewolves come into their abilities like they do puberty. Teagan is amongst the youngest, but also amongst the first to change, aged thirteen. Merle takes personal interest in teaching her and helping her adjust. Werewolves are made to run, to hunt, to be free. Teagan is taught to channel her aggression, and also to embrace it. To follow her instincts, no matter what her instincts may be. From then on, she spends almost as much time as a wolf as she does human. — From thirteen onwards, Teagan is viewed as an “adult”. Every third full moon, Most of the adults take on their wolf form, and leave for the woods. A couple stay behind to keep an eye on the grounds of the home, lest anyone trespass. Every third full moon, they go to hunt. — The hunt takes the form of a human, left in the pitch black forest, disorientated, with nothing but a flashlight. Their scent is given out amongst the pack, memorised. And then they run. They run, follow and race until someone has sunk their teeth into soft, human flesh. It’s easy to give in to the need, the urgency. Teagan doesn’t hesitate; she just runs. She bites when her teeth beg for it. — At sixteen, Teagan takes a job working two afternoons and Saturdays at a record store in town. The last five years have been spent almost exclusively in the company of her pack; she doesn’t know what to expect from humans. But she finds that she likes them. When her brothers and sisters come back from their little jobs, they only talk about how feeble and insignificant the humans around them seem to be. Teagan stays quiet; they don’t seem all that bad, where she’s standing. — Aged seventeen, things change. Merle starts encouraging Teagan to play with makeup, buys her pretty clothes. Clothes that make Teagan feel grown up. They go out together, and Merle gives her a fake ID. It’s dubious, but people don’t contest it much. They drink. Merle teaches Teagan to flirt, to bat her lashes. She shows Teagan how to play vulnerable when you’re the strongest person in the room. — Teagan becomes the pack’s new honeypot. She lures men and women alike into the pathway of a chloroform soaked rag and a painful death. She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t know how when no one else seems to be saying what she’s thinking. The rest of the kids change, one by one, they grow up. A few more join them. — It goes on as such for two years. Teagan is complicit because she doesn’t know how else she could be, and hates every minute of it. She hates herself for once loving the hunt, before she was the one tricking innocent, lonely humans into meeting their end. She always picks good people; she tries so hard not to. To find someone worthy of death, someone awful. There’s plenty of awful people in the world, she’s sure of it. Yet every time, she pities them. She tries not to get them chatting too much, but she always fails. They always talk. Her heart always aches to send them to their deaths. — Merle and Jefferson begin to struggle as a couple. Merle is more charismatic than Jefferson, she most of the pack on her side, especially all the younger kids. She wants to move the pack, or at least spread them out and spread their gift to further reaches. Jefferson thinks she’s over ambitious, wants to stop taking on more kids, wants them to slow down, and as such, starts getting edged out of the pack until he’s banished from it. — For several months, the pack continues on its new path. Merle makes plans to broaden the pack’s horizons, Teagan continues as before, until an attempt to find a new body for the hunt turns into her being harassed in a bar by a very drunk and unhappy Jefferson. He tells her they killed her father the night they took her home, that Merle slowly and carefully seduced him the way that Teagan now beguiles strangers. Teagan struggles to process this; Jefferson gets kicked out of the bar they’re in. — When Teagan attempts to go home, Jefferson assaults her outside. Through a combination of underestimating Teagan and drunk overconfidence, Jefferson almost dies at her infuriated hand. She leaves him just about alive, but steals his wallet and threatens his pin number out of him. She sneaks back to the pack home. Gets her stuff. Leaves. Starts running for a brand new reason. — She doesn't know if Merle or the others will ever come after her; so far, so good. She's constantly on the move, though, just in case. She keeps herself afloat by a combination of grifting, pickpocketing and straight up robbery, interspersed with occasional... could it be called freelance sex work? because that's kind of what it is. not often, but she can get a good payment out of it, it's generally quite fun, and she has the added benefit of being stronger than most average humans. she treads carefully in that area, nonetheless.