Name: Sage

Gender: Male

Age: 20 years

Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes unique to werewolves, Tall (5'9''), very tan skin since he lives out in the streets, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left eye, Very slim and light (His father has never really taken care of him, and he normally stays outside of his home and resides in the woods near it), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he wears tattered and thin clothes which are similar to that of the lower class citizens, he wears pretty much the same thing all the time because even though he's a prince he's looked down upon

Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with humans, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything

Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way

Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the streets and forests nearby well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong

Other: He lives in the woods and streets and moves from place to place - he has no home other than the wild. His weapon is a small dagger he has with him at all times that he made himself. His mother was a werewolf, and as such he has some werewolf characteristics. His father hates him for it, and he's seen as the lower class of mystic creature. However, as he's only half werewolf, he can't fully transform (which is kept secret since his father uses his werewolf status to blame things on him). This leads to full moon nights and other nights he should be transforming to half transforming and trying to transform fully, but it's very hard on his human body. It's painful and the nights are very long, but the king doesn't care and he's alone when this all happens or he knows he'll be severely punished by his father.

He is bullied by most people, as being part creature is shamed and shunned in the culture he lives in. Creatures are rare, but he is seen as being lower than even a normal dog social class wise, and is treated as such.

(If there's anything else you want lmk)

Sage was out hunting, as he normally did at late evening and dusk. That was when most prey was out...and by that, he meant simple animals that humans ate. Rabbits, birds, deer, and the like. Normally deer and squirrel were what was available....deer were a little harder to come by, as they moved around and sage had only himself and a dagger, and picking out a target and killing it, and then getting it home, was a lot of work for him. He supposed he was strong enough...living out in the woods would do that to you. But he was more of a hunter that was light on his feet, and was quick..moving in, killing, and moving out as fast as possible. Deer required more stalking, which he didn't always have the patience or the time for.

At the moment, he was following the scent trail of a rabbit. He'd caught glimpses of it...it was a nice sized one, and would feed him, his father, and his daughter Liz well. The girls mother had been killed off long ago, and while it had been terrible, sage had been somewhat glad to get out of the relationship. It was arranged, by his father, and the woman treated him about the same as his father. He borse scars from both of them. But, wolves mated for life, and were loyal partners, so despite how she treated him, instincts kept him there in her bed and in her home. She was gone now though, so as he tried to provide for the three of them he did his best not to think about it too much.

He focused on the rabbit ahead of him then, as he was getting closer. He finally managed to grab the animal, killing with a quick move of his dagger. He often hunted with his fangs and claws, but he was in the woods, close behind a human tavern by then, so he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. If at all possible. He could hear for miles, thanks to his werewolf senses, but what he heard in the tavern made his stomach crawl. There was just something about it that was....wrong. He took the rabbit he'd scored and hurried home with it. It was the first good meal they'd have in four days, so no doubt the others were as hungry as him.

Of course, his father would take most of the food, and he'd lie to the old man, telling him he'd had the entire animal. He'd get mad, hit him, throw things around, and then drink some more and eventually pass out. That was when he'd feed Liz, and make sure she had enough. He'd get the leftovers, if there were any. That night, he chewed on the cooked bones, getting what little he could after Liz went to bed. It was a hard life for sure, but the girl was all he had. She deserves to be happy. Have as best a life he could provide for her. And if that meant going hungry and getting hurt, by his father wife or otherwise, he'd do it any day.

(lol no worries, I hope you feel better!)

Sage had paused outside the tavern, staying stock still for well over ten minutes until he was sure no one was watching him. Then he crept closer to it, smelling the food inside. It may be possible to steal something from the back....there had to be fresh scraps of food people threw away, or... something.

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There were indeed some small scraps, along with a sort of bag sage could hold them on, and a chipped plate he could use as well. Perfect. It was almost too good a fond to be true. This plus the rabbit could feed them decently enough, which he was quite thankful for. He sat there and waited, watching, all senses being used to the max as he made sure no one knew he was there before slipping back into the brush as quietly as possible, though he knew the tavern would be loud enough no one would hear him. He paused a few more times on the way back home....making sure no one was following. No one did, thankfully, so he was able to slip inside their run down cabin, which was really just an abandoned shed in an old property ...old enough the house and barns had already collapsed long ago. He made sure the meat was cooked enough, and fed his father and Liz quickly. Then he took the rest of the rabbit, which was a leg and the scraps left on the bones and hide, and brought them outside to eat after putting Liz to bed. She was full, which meant sage was happy about the nights hunt. Hopefully, the tavern would continue to help him out. He chewed on the bones outside, thinking, for a while before he decided he should get a few hours of rest of he could before hunting again the next morning.

(Also how do we want them to meet?)