|naтнanιel (scruff) wrote,|
@ 2020-01-10 22:31:00
Wolf father, at the door.
FULL NAME: Nathaniel Wight
DOB: February 11, 1976
PLACE OF BIRTH: Seattle, WA
ROLE Werewolf Alpha (registered)
MARITAL STATUS: Single
PARENTS: Trevor Wight (father, deceased), Jillian Wight (mother)
SIBLINGS: Sophia Wight (younger sister)
• Plaid is a stereotypical staple
• What is even a salad
• Keeps a scruff to hide the baby face
• Really digs 80s music (yes even pop)
• Would rather be more wolf than man but gets over it
• Is a very large, very fluffy sandy-brown wolf.
• Has a few scars from "alpha" fights, two on his face, others along his back and chest.
• Mother Hen syndrome
• Is a secret hopeless romantic/romance novel trash thanks to Whit (nobody save for her knows this)
• Keeps collecting trucker hats because he doesn't have time for haircuts
Let me see you run.
A Seattle native, Nathaniel was born and bred to be an Alpha. Maybe not the one his father and a few of the elders would have wanted, but he would be one that kept his pack alive and preserved what he could of their ways without completely remaining in a cave, ignoring the ever growing society. Namely, the fresh new threat of creatures now openly walking the earth and what it means for his people.
As a pup Trevor Wight wasted no time helping Nathaniel hone in on his true nature. How to trust it, use it, and not let it consume. He was in control. The world was changing and Seattle wasn't a city staying in the stone age. Weres weren't all raised in the wilderness, few and quiet as they were, so Jillian Wight kept her son wise. School wasn't really of interest to Nate but he knew it would appease his mother to do well enough not to fail. Roaming the land, being one with the earth and exploring were calling more to his instincts. Natural, has father would say. But he couldn't and wouldn't leave his family behind. Nate kept a keen management of time between society and nature, learning all he could about migrating in with the humans to quietly live by them side by side.
Humans seemed to be a naive breed from what his father would say. Nate didn't necessarily agree, they were alarmingly similar, they just lacked the senses to appreciate and understand. He had more patience, Jill assured him.
Keeping quiet about his true form was a hard taboo as a young man. As he grew, Nate earned more control of his abilities but his eagerness to find more of their kind outside of the pack and lone wolves in the city was so strong. He knew that nothing was more important than his pack so he kept his curiousness quiet, inquiring only here and there about new breeds that came along that his father would only refer to as 'half'. They scented differently--weren't quite as tough, had less control, but weren't they weres all the same? He wouldn't get to see until he became an alpha himself.
By the time he graduated High School, Nate was able to start helping his father more around Dockside. He reveled in there being a 'safe place' for his pack and any other creature who hid in the woodworks from humans. Without school in the way he could start to really stretch his paws, get involved in the community as well as his pack, helping his father with the community duties as well as the alpha's. He dated a girl visiting for college, (a human to his father's disapproval), made friends with locals at the bar, even volunteered for the festivals when needed. Unfortunately, around this the old man hadn't been fairing so well. The stubborn thing refused the help of modern medicine, slowly fading away to an illness even his were body couldn't get rid of.
The Beta attempted to assume control over the pack, thinking Nate too young and in an improper place to lead after his father's passing. To the contrary, it filled him with a sense of pride and inspiration to fufill his father's wishes. Assuming it to be an easy win, he accepted Nate's challenge, and lost.
Personal relationships fell to the side, that girlfriend moved away and the volunteering had to stop. The Pack had to come first before anything else. Nathaniel, well versed in the community with a keen eye, ear, and paw to the ground, leads the pack in the direction with only one thought in mind: keeping them safe and doing right by them.
You don't smile anymore.
As a pureblood werewolf Nathan has a well versed comfort in his abilities, as he's had the time and training to do so. He is weaker in his human form than as a wolf, but still stronger than an average man and shifter. Increased sense of smell, hearing, agility, and strength are all benefits better served as a wolf but still more in tune than a human.
Biologically, there are very few differences between humans and werewolves. They are not immortal, and their rate of aging and expected life span is the same as humans. They have the same needs and weaknesses as humans. The one biological difference between werewolves and humans is body temperature; werewolves are slightly warmer than humans.
As a rule he is territorial, it comes with being Alpha and his bloodline. But Nate is only interested in protecting his pack folk and keeping them safe. Land and heritage are important--but meaningless if no one has lasted to share it. As with all Weres, he can shift from his animal form to human form at will, except during nights of the full moon. Though physically stronger than Shifters, but are considered intellectually inferior to them by other supernatural species on account of their ravenous and beastly nature--Nate does his best to avoid this stereotype by listening to his instincts silently and speaking/biting afterwards. He has a half-wolf, half-human form which consists of sharp claws, larger fanged teeth, wolf eyes and faint sprouts of hair covering the back of his hands and sides of his face--as well as a vulnerability to silver and regardless of strength, even during the full moon, can be held down with silver chains.
PB: Andrew Lincoln