_WEREWOLF OC:_ Fandomless | Selective | NSFW | 21+
OC / Canon / Crossover Friendly
I'm open to all kinds of muses. There are just a few fandoms I generally avoid but aside from that, I'm very open and choose who I wanna rp with based on chemistry and personal interest.
NO Giant Icons
I can’t stress this enough, if your rp icons are so big that they spam my dash, I most likely won't follow.
NO Real Life RP Icons
I’m not particularly fond of RL faceclaims and usually avoid people who use them. I make exceptions for people I’m close with but that’s it. So if you only use RL faceclaims then I probably won’t be interested in interacting. Nothing personal, they just kinda weird me out.
Following
I don’t do follow for follow. If I follow you first - then I’m most likely interested in interacting with you or simply enjoy your portrayal/Muse and want to read what you write.If I don’t follow back immediately - there is still a big chance that I follow later. I sometimes need a while to properly go through your blog and read up on your rules/about.
Unfollowing / Softblocking
I will Softblock when no interaction is happening after a long time. ( 4+ months ). I simply like to keep my dash focussed on my Rp partners. I also Softblock if all you do is post ooc stuff without ever bothering to roleplay.
Shipping
Bandit is multiship, so I'm always open to explore new ships with him. I'm not a big fan of pre-established ships however. Friendships are fine, but when it comes to romance, I'd rather have our characters develope a relationship through their interactions.
Activity
I got a busy life and can take a while to reply. I also reply based on on how much muse I have for certain threads. You can feel free to remind me to reply in case I take too long, but please don't remind me on a daily basis. Chances are, I will pick a quiet weekend to reply.
Asks / Memes
You are always welcome to send me memes if we're mutuals. Even if we already have a thread, I still appreciate it and use them as ice breakers if we are not already interacting.
NSFW
There will be smut and gore on this blog. Bandit is an adult man living a rough life. I will tag either with TW: gore and [ NSFT ] - smut will also be posted under a read more. So you will never see it unless you want to.I only write smut with muns I have gotten to know a little and feel comfortable with. There is always the option to either fade to black or move this part to discord as well.
Battle Threads
Same as above, I prefer to write battle scenes with muns I have gotten to know a little. I don't mind writing a scene with someone else if we discuss it in IMs beforehand.
NPCs
I'm the kind of writer who enjoys adding NPCs to threads. Either to move the plot along, extend world building or as plot devices. If this bothers you, please let me know.
DON'Ts
Obviously I'm not going to interact with people who support homophobia, sexism, racism, incest etc.
| _FULL NAME_ | Bandit |
| _ALIAS_ | The Big Bad Wolf |
| _AGE_ | 41 (241) |
| _HEIGHT_ | 6'4 (8'2) |
| _WEIGHT_ | 240 lbs (720 lbs) |
| _SPECIES_ | Lycanthrope |
| _GENDER_ | Male |
| _PRONOUNS_ | He/Him |
| _ORIENTATION_ | Bisexual |
| A bit rough around the edges, with a foul mouth and little patience. Bandit appears intimidating at first but has a very caring and protective side to those who earned his trust. Due to circumstance he often appears and acts as some sort of mentor or father figure - when he isn't perpetually tired or sleeping through a hangover. A hard upbringing has made him distrustful and wary around strangers but he has worked hard to let his walls down a little more. |
Bandit is approximately 240 years old. However, he doesn’t remember anything regarding his life from the first ten years. He doesn’t know where he was born, who his parents were or whether he had been bitten or born as a Werewolf.And therefor, was not taught how to control this side of him. There have been many times where he simply lacked the ability to control the beast, which often lead to blind fits of rage that could last for days.His memories start inside a small cell of a dungeon within the underbelly of a giant castle that’s been towering over a forest and the villages below. The castle was owned by a Vampire Clan called Thorne - Founded by a family of noble and full blooded Vampires. A powerful clan which held dominion over many parts of Europe. They made it a sport to capture those they deemed beneath them and let them fight for their own amusement. Humans, ghouls, elves, beastmen and especially their ancient enemy, the werewolves. Basically enslaving other races.Being one of those slaves, Bandit’s memories start with the age of ten where he only had little time to understand what was happening to him, before he found himself in an arena. A pit of death for those standing on the battleground, and a source of amusement for those sitting outside on the velvet cushion seats, sipping blood from goblets.The rules were quite simple: Don’t die. As long as prisoners were forced to kill each other, the audience was satisfied and so, new prisoners - that were too weak to offer any form of entertainment - where sorted out via the method Bandit found himself in. An overall fight to the death with the new kettle tossed into the arena all at once.About 120 prisoners were being lead into the arena, with all kinds of creatures gathering, and in the end - only a selected few would emerged victorious. Bandit was among those few that survived. Perhaps out of sheer luck, or because of his strong will to survive.And so he became a gladiator and the personal toy of Sabien and Lorina Thorne, siblings and children of the family head Lazarus and Sheeba Thorne.One day, the young wolf wounded Sabienl and was gravely punished for his deed. From this day on, his iron collar was switched for one with silver in it, which caused the scars around Bandit’s neck that are still visible to this day.
With 18, Bandit had already become part of the family as some sort of pet. He was still fighting in the arena but was also allowed to walk around the underbelly of the castle freely. This sort of trust was, what he had been building up for. With the age of 22, he managed to escape slavery and made his way all across the land, sneaking onto a boat to get as far away from the Thorne's reach and escaping to other countries far away.His escape tossed him into a new life, within modern cities and the constant struggle of not being detected in this world run by humans. From his clumsy steps as a thief and street rat, he moved to enrolling in the army where he spend most of his adult life, adjusting to life among humans and other supernatural creatures, living in secret among them.Eventually he ended up in England and settled down there for the coming centuries.
Shortly after coming to England, Bandit found himself faced with others of his kind. An entire pack of werewolves had claimed the area and their leader was not to keen on outsiders.While looking for a place to rest, the pack leader challenged him to which Bandit reluctantly agreed. The battle itself was held within the forest, under the light of the moon the two werewolves would fight until only one remained.
Needless to say, Bandit had been far too used to battles to the death and used his experience as an advantage, emerging victorious.This made him the new leader of the pack. A fact he had been unaware of until after the fight.Bandit is now the owner of a pub called “The Hungry Varg”. This pub is run and maintained by every member in his pack.Since all types of supernatural creatures are allowed in his pub, its known in the supernatural underground as a safe haven, while Bandit somewhat tries to keep the peace between the different creatures in the city.And even though he and his pub do dabble in criminal activities, its purely out of necessity rather than greed. He does what he has to do to survive yet he openly refuses to get involved with drugs, sex trafficking or anything alike.
In the shadowed dawn of yore, when worlds were young and wild, there strode Arch-Wolf Fenrir, of the ironwoods beguiled.Vast as mountain ranges, fierce as storm-tossed seas, with fangs that cleaved through forests, and a coat none could seize.The All-Father, wise and ancient, in realms of boundless sky, forged this titan of the twilight to keep the balance nigh.Where gentle prey in peace did dwell, on earth’s rich bounty feasting, the relentless predator arose, his hunger never ceasing.
Thus did vigilance thrive in the quiet of the glade, as verdant life did flourish, in shadows deftly swayed.From Fenrir’s fearsome progeny, bears and foxes sprang, in the endless dance of cycles, where life’s eternal song is sang.Through Midgard’s fields and Alfheim’s glen, and Vanheim’s mystic shore, the great wolf and his lineage did roam forevermore.In their wake, the weave of fate spun threads both dark and bright, as life and death entwined in the eternal dance of night.
Yet soon, the great wolf’s hunger, boundless and unchained, consumed all realms with ravenous will, leaving worlds drained.His howls, a ceaseless dirge, echoed through the vast expanse, driving his progeny from their lands, in a relentless, fateful dance.Though his brood grew bloated, gluttonous with their feast, the Wolf Father’s hunger raged, his craving never ceased.Forests fell beneath his jaws, and planes were torn asunder, the very land itself was wrenched from realms with all consuming thunder.This voracious tide wrought chaos, shifting cosmic scales, prey that once did flourish now dwindled, leaving faded trails.
The verdant realms lay desolate, as plants to dust did turn, harvests ceased, and lakes lay dry, while worlds began to mourn.In divine assembly, gods of ancient and of new, debated who among their kin might halt this beast so true.Even the All Father, wise and old, found himself confounded, struggling to devise a means to quench the hunger unbounded.The heavens quaked and trembled, as the threat drew ever near, before the World-Devourer’s maw, the cosmos held its fear.In the shadow of his appetite, the celestial dance grew grim, as Fenrir’s ceaseless hunger cast its shadow, vast and dim.
In the heart of celestial strife, where chaos wove its song, a young goddess emerged with grace, both resolute and strong.Goddess of the Hunt and Prey, with eyes like piercing skies, and a heart so bold and bright, she met the All-Father’s eyes.With courage unshaken, she bore her bow of light, forged by Alfheim’s artisans, gleaming with celestial might.Its strings sang of starlit realms, its sheen of divine flare, while arrows, forged in Nidavellir’s heart, cut through the cosmic air.
Black as ancient night’s embrace, with strength of mountain’s core, they were imbued with steadfast might, a force to evermore.The All Father, touched by valor, granted blessings rare and true, as gods, in fervent union, shaped the arms for her to strew.Stars whispered ancient secrets, the cosmos held its breath, as she readied to confront the beast, defying certain death.With divine armament and will, she sought to mend the seam, restoring realms from chaos’ grip, fulfilling fate’s grand dream.
For two millennia of moons and suns, the heavens bore their gaze, upon a clash of titans fierce, through realms in endless haze.The great wolf, with hunger’s fire and wrath both wild and free, pursued his endless hunt, while the goddess schemed to see.The goddess, with divine resolve and cunning sharp as night, lured the beast with artful wiles, drawing him to his plight.In a moment of celestial grace, her plan did find its cue, a single arrow, bound in silk, to mark the wolf’s undoing true.The arrow, gleaming with pure light, struck deep within his core, and as it sank into his flesh, the gods prepared for more.
With strength of cosmic unity, they grasped the silken thread, and with a might celestial, they dragged him where he bled.Into the eclipse of Mani and Sol’s eternal shade, the great wolf was ensnared, by cosmic forces aid.Bound by the sun and moon’s divide, in shadow’s dark embrace, Fenrir was held captive, in that timeless, hidden place.Thus, balance was restored to realms, as heavens spun their lore, in the dance of light and darkness, peace was found once more.The threat of the wolf’s madness quelled, beneath the eclipsed sky, while stars and shadows wove their tale, in the eternal dance on high.
Though the howls of the great beast fell silent that fateful night, their echoes roamed through boundless time, a lingering, haunting blight.For even in his shadowed prison, the Wolf Father’s dark seed swelled in the hearts of three, destined to fulfill his creed.Firstborn was Hati, The One Who Hates, from Niflheim’s frozen breath, emerging through the icy mists, with vengeance cloaked in death.He chased the moon with relentless zeal, through realms of frost and chill, bound by prophecy to devour the moon’s radiant, distant will.The second, Skoll, The One Who Mocks, from Muspelheim’s fiery forge, blazed forth with searing might, in realms where flames engorge.
His fate was to pursue the sun, the fiery priest of day, to consume its blazing light, through flames he tore his way.The third and final son, whose name is whispered in dread’s shroud, the One Who Ends All, born of Midgard’s essence proud.His purpose was to ravage the world of men and their protectress fair, to bring an end to mortal realms, and sow everlasting despair.Thus was the cycle of darkness set, in shadows deep and vast, with each son destined to perpetuate their father’s grim forecast.Their quest would culminate in the prophecy’s fateful dawn, when the great beast, freed from shadowed chains, would rise to reforge the morn.
Modern Supernatural
Leader of a pack of Werewolves and owner of a Pub. Outside of maintaining their establishment, Bandit and his pack are also known for helping and sheltering other supernatural creatures - and hunting down those that cause trouble.
6'4 | 240 lb
Bandit’s human form. It can’t be considered his ‘true’ form since the man is just as much wolf as he is man and therefor feels like both forms are his true self. This form is however the form he uses to stay underneath the radar and be seen as part of the crowd without drawing much attention to himself.
6'5 | 258 lb
Often triggered through anger or stress. This form still resembles a human but also holds the aspect of a beast such as long claws growing from the nails, more profuse body hair, yellow eyes, a slight gain in height and muscle and a deep growl resting in his voice in form of a guttural rasp.
8'2 | 720 lb
His complete werewolf form, standing at approximately 8'2 feet height with giant paws and long fangs. In this form, he’s deadlier than in any other form and exceeds some of them in speed and strength, climbing is also not a problem for him. He can either move on two legs or on all fours. In this form, he also grows a tail which helps him with balance. His fur is white/ silver with grey patches here and there.
5'8 at the shoulder | 680 lb
He resembles a giant wolf, much like the prehistoric dire wolf. The head and jaws are massive and even a bit longer than the snout of the Crinos. His speed increases while his strength shifts from his claws to his jaws - causing his bite to be devastating.
45 Inches at the shoulder | 170 lb
The natural state of the lupus Garou is a pure wolf, feral and driven by instinct. He knows of friends and foes and who he is, cannot fight against natural instincts anymore however. He appears as a smaller version of the Hispo but also becomes faster and more agile. He’s twice as fast as a human and far more perceptive. In this form, he comes off as just any other normal wolf - considering Bandit’s size however - may appear bigger than his normal counterparts.
The Caretaker | 27 | She/Her
Red is a kind soul and eager to take care of everyone in the pub. She's the mother figure of the group, taking care of the pups and dazzling everyone with her amazing cooking skills. Her homemade food is a favorite among patrons.
A bloody bastard | 35 | He/Him
Hudson is a former thug who worked for some real scumbags. Under Bandit, he was forced to go legit and still seems to struggle with that. Deep inside he's a nice guy with a soft core he protects with endless slurs and bared teeth.
The Big guy | 32 | He/Him
Butch used to work as a bouncer and muscle for hire. Under the former packleader he was forced to intimidate others when he's actually a very kind soul. He enjoys sleeping in the sun, eating Red's cooking and playing with the pups.
The Rocker | 29 | She/Her
Having lived a life on the streets, Rochelle is not one to mess with. She has spend half of her life in fighting pits and rock clubs, beating people up for money. She's always protected Red and will maul whoever messes with her.
The Doctor | 36 | He/Him
He used to have his own doctor's office, treating supernatural creatures for an affordable price. After an incident however, he now continues his work in a small office above the pub, treating the Supernaturals that seek shelter. He's usually calm and collected and the voice of reason among the pack.
The Teacher | 29 | They/Them
Studying history and philosophy - Jamal is very studious and curious about various topics. After getting his masters he has now become a licensed teacher and is working part time to work as a teacher for the Supernaturals that come to the Pub for affordable education.
The Pragmatist | 39 | He/Him
He would consider himself pretty mundane. With an office job in finance, a fiance and a small home to call his own - that was until his quiet life was threatened by hunters, forcing him to join a pack. He is very responsible and despises conflict with a passion. Numbers are his true calling, as he takes care of the Pub's Accounting now.
The Artist | 35 | She/Her
Annie is a popular artist online who sells her paintings to various collectors. She's Edward's fiance and more free spirited than him. She likes to take chances and try out new things. Very open minded, she sees the positive in almost every situation and offers art therapy classes to Supernaturals who wish to join.
The Troublemaker | 19 | He/Him
Living on the streets after his parents had been killed by hunters, he got picked up by the pack and has been practically raised by every adult there. He's a lovable idiot who is often reckless and careless but always looks out for his fellow pack siblings.
The Gamer | 18 | She/Her
Trish was abandoned at a young age, moved from foster home to foster home until she eventually ran away and found her family in the pack. She's rebellious, stubborn and very determined. When she isn't programming or playing video games she is out jogging or hanging with Rickie.
The little Whirlwind | 7 | She/Her
Daughter of Edward and Annie, ever since Mia joined the pack, her parents had their hands full with her endless energy. She's a happy little girl who loves dinosaurs and playing with her siblings.
The Quiet one | 8 | He/Him
Finn was brought to the pack one night by Bandit, who had found the young werewolf locked in a cache, about to be sold on the black market. No one knew what happened that night and Bandit doesn't talk about it. The young boy still seems haunted but had gradually started getting better and is now living a happy life among his found family.
BNA, Zootopia, Beastars
In the worse parts of the city, near the black market, there is a Pub/Bar occupied by a pack of wolves. Of course other animals are allowed in there but due to the bar’s bad reputation, mainly carnivores mingle there. The owner is a big, grizzled Wolf known under the nickname Bandit.
D&D, Witcher, GoT etc.
Bandit is the tribe leader of a savage werewolf pack that resides in the mountains, roaming most of the areas on the mountain and around the rivers towards the northern seas. His species is called Vargen or Varg for short. Men and Women born with the blood of wolves, worshiping three wolf deities; Skoll, Hati and Fenrir.
Slasher Movies, DBD, Horror Franchise
A prolific Serial Killer on the run with a dark secret and an urge he cannot deny. A Sociopath and a Sadist who is known for his brutal murders. His victims often appearing like they have been mauled by an animal.
Anime/ Manga
An S/3 Twilight working high profile jobs for people that don't ask too many questions. A loner who prefers to work alone and not join any of the Mafia families or the Paul Klee guild.
Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel
A Hellhound being known among the criminal underbellies of hell. He has made a name for himself as a certified guard- and attack dog for whoever pays the highest. He's often seen frequenting clubs and pubs around Greed, Lust and Gluttony.
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