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Age: 21
Gender: Female
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General

Full name: Maxwell Lowell
Nickname: Max, Papa Wolf, Grump
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Sired/Hereditary: Born
Capabilities:

Enhanced Sense: Hearing
Enhanced Sense: Smell
Sixth Sense
Regeneration

Age: looks 50-60 but is actually 122 years old.
Marital status: Single
Hometown: Little Salem
Current Residence: Little Salem
Occupation: Retired – Receives a pension for forty years of military service as well as a retirement pension.
Economic Status (ie, poverty, middle-class, wealthy, etc.): Upper-middle

Appearance

Hair color: Grey-brown
Fur color: Grey-brown mostly; white underparts; black peppering forehead, around eyes, on tailtip and back.

Hair style/cut: Short with feathered layers
Eye color: Brown, amber tinted.
Height and weight: 5’7” && 140lbs.
Body type: Lean, wiry
Distinguishing physical features: His skin is starting to get that “hanging off the bone” look (finally); eye color; the fact that he always goes around barefoot.

Personality

Likes:

Sunrises
Irish breakfast tea
Teaching new wolves
Providing a home for those that have none
Folklore
Mexican food
Camping

Dislikes:

Idiots
Laundry
Cold weather
Reporters
People who act like something they’re not
Ghosts
Bottled water

Strengths:

Tolerant
Werewolf and proud of it
Experience – if it’s happened, he’s probably seen it
Good with sensing lies
Emotionally strong and empathic
Long-distance runner

Weaknesses:

He’d die for his family
Eyesight is failing
Physically average, almost weak
Can’t stand high-pitched noises
Can’t stand crowds/noisy places
Claustrophobic

Five words to describe: Gruff, loyal, cynical, protective, intelligent
General impression: Max’s craggy face may make strangers uneasy around him, but once he warms up to someone (or someone warms up to him) the fatherly side of his personality is revealed. The wolves in his family learn, for the most part, to regard him fondly like the paternal figure that he really is.

History

Important family members: Emilie Lowell (Deceased Wife)
Family members in IFS: Grace, Jacob, Jayson, and the rest of the Lowells.
Vital notes on history: Max never went to college: he joined the Army as soon as he graduated from high school. His parents insisted that he do something with his life and, well, they figured he was smart enough to be strategic but not smart enough for college. Tough love, but those were his parents. So the Army was the next logical choice, and for forty years Max trained and fought and traveled.

When he recovered from an injury that should have cost him his right arm, the Army decided to discharge him. They were glad to get rid of him, too: there was something utterly disturbing about an officer that licked the blood off himself. That was something for the Marines, right? And so Max retired with a plush pension and returned to civilian life back at Little Salem. He reentered werewolf civilization there, and was glad to have the chance to run occasionally. He met a lady wolf named Emilie Carver, and after a month of courtship they decided they were happy enough with each other to get married. So they did.

At this point in his life, Max realized that he was sterile. The pair wanted kids though, and so they bounced back from this by determining to adopt. Since then, Max has made a point of adopting any young werewolf in need of a father figure that came his way. I would say “Max and Emilie” but, unfortunately, on the three-year anniversary of their marriage Emilie caught smallpox after visiting her childhood home in Pennsylvania. A week after returning to Little Salem, she died. Max’s regeneration capabilities, which Emilie lacked, prevented him from catching it from her.

Somewhere in there, Max was witness to the signing of the Treaty of Three. He left it impressed, but has watched the predictable tensions that have grown between the witches, vampire and werewolves without an ounce of surprise. The approaching thunderstorm isn’t his responsibility, though, and Max has never expressed a desire to take leadership in it. “I’m retired,” he’ll stubbornly retort to anyone that tries to get him to take charge. He personally supports all of the Alpha Lowell’s endeavors and most of Adrian’s, but Max is of the opinion that this isn’t his era: it belongs to the 20-somethings.

Brief sample RP of your character: Max rubbed his hands together, scrubbing the dirt deep into his calloused palms. Once he was sure of his grip he wrapped a strong hold around the axe’s handle, and hefted it above his shoulder. His arms tensed, his barefoot toes spread to keep his balance; and with a smooth, practiced sweep of his torso, Max brought the axe around and down.

Crack!

The two-foot log that had been placed on its end in front of him split straight down the middle, and the axe-head lodged into the ragged stump under the log. Max grunted and pulled it free, watching as a young man pulled the split log off the stump and replaced it with a new one. Behind him, the campfire snapped and popped as it dried the dew-soaked wood that was being fed to it. The sweet scent of woodsmoke filled the air as he readied the axe on his shoulder again. In the distance, one of his adopted sons’ howl rang clear and distinct. Someone tending the fire laughed, shifted (he could tell the musty tang of fur when it entered her scent) and howled back. This was perfect. This was peace.