BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Howland Hart
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Build: Solid
Race: Werewolf
Nationality: Adelan
Residence: Draconi Forest, Adela
Occupation: Rogue Wolf


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Human Form:
Howland is tall and broad with deeply tanned skin sporting rich copper undertones. His entire body is encased in a lean layer of defined muscles. In a traditional Adelan fashion, the werewolf wears his hair quite long, personally preferring to make small braids at the sides that join into a single braid that falls down with the rest of his loose hair. The colors are somewhat unique, in that while most of his hair is a glossy jet black, there are contrasting silver strands spread evenly through the dark mane.

An angular face with a strong jaw, prominent brow, and hawkish nose give Howland a decidedly rugged appearance. His eyes are a stormy blue-grey, and usually have a glint of mischief behind them, making them bright regardless of their color.

Clothing and gear are practical, soft boiled leathers and either wool or linen, depending on the time of year.

Werewolf Hybrid Form:
Taking on a hybrid form, Howland is a towering beast at over nine feet tall with bulging muscles, long, thick limbs, and deadly fangs and claws. In this form his body is covered in a short, fine coat of silver sable.

Wolf Form:
When Howland drops into his full wolf form, he is easily the size of a bear or small pony, with a thick double coat in a breath-taking silver sable.



PERSONALITY

This wolf is a bit of a wild card – think chaotic neutral. Howland marches to the beat of his own damn drum and if you don't like it go play your stupid baby drum somewhere else. He is impulsive, sporadic, and unpredictable. Not to say there isn't method to his madness, you just might need an act of divine intervention to figure out that method.

That isn't to say he's bad. Howland won't go out of his way to cause trouble or harm to anyone. If you get in his way there might be some consequences, but if you leave him alone then you're probably in the clear. He isn't above petty theft, and frequently swipes things he needs or wants with absolutely zero guilt in doing so. Human notions of possession are wonky as far as he's concerned anyway. If he needs something and you have it but don't need it or aren't using it, then why the hell can't he have it? That just doesn't make sense.

Unlike his little brother who is quite prejudice against humans and prefers not to interact with them more than necessary (even though he chooses to live at the edge of a human village like a dummy), Howland dives into human society with gusto. When he feels like it. It isn't like he thinks humans are just as good as wolves. He just finds them amusing and thinks they provide adequate social stimuli to his very social creature brain.

When he's had his fill of people it isn't at all uncommon for Howland to retreat deep into the forests and live for days or even weeks on end in absolute freedom as a wolf.



SKILLS

Howland has some fairly typical werewolf abilities; heightened speed, strength, senses, and reflexes as well as accelerated healing and decelerated aging. Obviously he has the ability to shape-shift into a wolf and also a hybrid form.  He's got some typical weaknesses as well, such as silver and wolfs bane.

There is no correlation between his ability to shift and the moon cycles. He changes his forms at will and rabidly.



RELATIONSHIPS

Father – Mingan Hart, 64, Alive
Mother – Laneri Hart, 60, Alive
Siblings 
•   Cortland Wayland, 33, Alive
•   Ulrich Hart, 27, Alive
•   Lunette Hart, 23, Alive
•   Cathwulf Hart, 22, Alive
•   Wolfram Hart, 21, Alive



BACKSTORY

Howland was the second born of his family. Both of his parents were werewolves, his older brother, two younger brothers, and two younger sisters were born werewolves, and his aunts, uncles, and cousins are all werewolves. The Hart family has lived for generations among humans spread out across Adela, going about relatively normal lives aside from the ability to turn into wolves and all the benefits and downfalls that come with it.

There particular family unit can be considered somewhat dysfunctional. Typically a wolf family can live in relative harmony, taking in mates as they arrive and welcoming new offspring exuberantly. Mingan Hart is a crotchety bastard of a wolf, though. Ask any of his three oldest sons or his two daughters and they will agree that the wolf is somewhat off. Howland's youngest brother, Wolfram, did not see nearly as much of their father's unhinged side. As the baby his older siblings did shield him as much from the family patriarch as they could. Although Wolfram will tell you his older siblings were bullies that picked on him.

Howland wouldn't completely disagree. He pushed his runty younger brother around quite a bit. It was never malicious, more protective and attempts (perhaps misguided ones) to toughen him up.

All the boys shared the same fate. At age sixteen they were driven from home by their father. They should have been able to stay with their family for as long as they wanted, that would have been more typical. Mingan tried to claim that the reason the boys had to leave was because too many wolves would draw human suspicion or strain the local hunting resources. The real reason was he wanted his sons gone before they became big enough, bold enough, and smart enough to question his authority and possibly usurp him as the alpha male.

Howland still jokingly calls his old man "the big bad wolf" on the off chance he gets to talk about it with someone. He knows how his brothers are doing, even though none of them have really attempted to stay together. Cortland is an alpha now, and a damn good one it seems like. Ulrich does carpentry work and gets by well enough. Wolfram has his own forge and is a small village blacksmith; the runt got big and seems to be going okay. Howland worries about him, though.

As for the sly wolf in question, he isn't like his brothers. They all settled down, to one degree or another, possessing territory and a home. Howland is far more of a rogue. He hasn't gained any interest in carving out a patch of land to call his own yet. Instead he's chosen to wander as he pleases, when he pleases.