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Character Info

Name: Oliver 'Wolfgang' McDool
Age:23
Sex: M
Pronouns: He/Him
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Forest green/ amber when when wolf form
Bio: Oliver was just a young adult practicing his drink making skills in his home city when he was attacked one full moon, before that his family had been in Scotland, moving over to Canada when Oliver was a small baby; his younger sister Gemma, who is only 16 looks up to and cares about her older brother to the point where it can seam like she is trying to run his life. That couldn't be further from the truth. It took a little Digging but Oliver was able to find someone to help him hunt down the werewolf who turned him, looking for answers and perhaps a cure, and helping other out with supernatural problems on the way!

It had been over two months since that first full moon. A day after the attack Oliver had found himself running out of dinner with his family and into the local park just before his clothing was ripped from his body as he shifted. Changed against his will into the very thing that had attacked him the night before. An attack that left him with no visible wounds by the time the police found him in the morning, just his own dried blood and the officers thinking he had gotten drunk and caught in a prank the night before.

Oh how wrong they all had been. Thankfully his piercings and tattoos seemed to shift with him, not tearing out form his ears and nose as they grey and shifted.

Looking up things on the internet had him trying to find the werewolf that had bitten him on his own for a few weeks, the days following the full moon leaving him drained, lethargic and a bit snippy towards others around him.

When Oliver met Ellie he didn’t know what to expect, the aura around her was something new though, as it had been almost a month after his turning that he met the young witch. Nearly snapping her head off during the next full moon when to many people had tried to crowd him in, in one way or another during that night.

Now on the road with Ellie they had figured out that the wolf that turned him was a pure blooded werewolf at least… as ones like him who where turned didn’t have as infectious a bite, still just as deadly thought. Sleeping was now apparently going to be a common thing for Oliver after the full moon, sleeping in the back of the van reminded Oliver of the camping trips his family had taken in this youth, the great rains that had caused his, at the time, 5 person family to cram themselves together in their van for some dry sleep.

The sound of water boiling in the kettle over the fire tickled his ears, the smokey smell of the fire itself found its way to his now sensitive nose and in the dim light of the van his green eyes had golden rings around the outer edges.

Deciding to get up and stretch his legs for a bit before they settled in for the night proper Oliver ran a tattooed hand through his dark brown hair and opened the van door with a slight screeching sound, well to him it was a screech. He winced before he exited the van and went to join Ellie by the fire.

"Hey. There enough water for two?" He asked with a tired but flirty smile, Ellie was pretty, but not Oliver's type, no women was, to soft...Oliver had always felt protective of his female friends, cousins and his little sister.