Were Name: ThrowsCars

Phenotype: Timber Wolf

Birthdate: September 26th, 1975

Birthplace: White Bear Lake, Minnesota.

Home Territory: Minneapolis, MN.

Physical Description human: 6' even, 300 lbs, Brown eyes (green in some lighting), thick, curly brown hair. Overweight but not overly so. Working on a beard.

Human career: Software Engineer

Hobbies interests: Reading; Gaming (especially Torg and Werewolf: the Apocalypse); collecting comic books so I can read them again and again, not sell them for a profit; MUSHing; toying around on the internet; sitting and staring at the ceiling feeling an unknowable longing in my heart, that sort of thing. ;)

Favorite Movies: Labyrinth, Grosse Pointe Blank.

Favorite Were Movie: An American Werewolf in Paris (more upbeat than the first one, with far more focus on werewolves in general)

Fav Lit: The 'Otherland' series, by Tad Williams (City of Golden Shadow, River of Blue Fire, Mountain of Black Glass, and Sea of Silver Light)

Fav. Were Lit: Mostly Werewolf: the Apocalypse stuff. Other than that, 'The Mammoth Book of Werewolves', edited by Stephen Jones, is nice.

Favorite Saying/Quote:

In order...

 It would be tempting, wouldn't it?
 All it would take, really, is the will.
 Oh, certainly, every last vestige of willpower that could be summoned.
 But it would be tempting.
 Think of it.
 The power to resurrect that which no longer exists...
 Or create that which only exists in the mind's eye.
 All of it perfect in every detail.
 The power to make the dead live again...
 ...to redress any wrong...
 ...to rewrite history with a happy ending.
 The power...

        ...to be God.

        Green Lantern - Emerald Twilight
    

 They all fall before him.
 Before his Pain, his Rage...
 ...the Elite of the Corps. laid low by one who had fought by their side.
 They fall...
 ...With each victory, Hal Jordan augments his power.
 With each victory, he draws nearer to Oa...and all that awaits him there.
 Hal Jordan must confront even those to whom he is closest...
 Were he not nearly blinded by his obsession, would these acts wreak
  havok with his conscience?

 I rather like to think so...

        Green Lantern - Emerald Twilight
    

 I turn it all over in my mind: From the moment a dying alien gave me a 
  wondrous ring... ...I have been blessed.
 My life has been played out on a grand scale. I've done miraculous things.
 And I've done terrible things. I've committed sins I never dreamed possible.
 Did I fall into the Abyss and lose myself? Or did I simply gaze into it 
  for a time and turn away?
 In the end, does it really matter?

        Hal Jordan - Parallax: Emerald Night
    

Favorite Song/Band: Winds of Change, Scorpions

Favorite Season: Winter (when everything is quiet and peaceful, and it starts to snow...those big, soft flakes that drift lazily to the ground, muffling all the sounds except the faint 'crunch' of your feet as they move through the accumulated snow, your breath visible, where it seems as if saying a word and breaking the silence would be sacrilege)

Favorite Weather: Any kind of precipitation, especially rain. I love to be outside in the rain, just letting it fall on me, or lying in bed and listening to it outside my window, or sitting in the car listening to it patter on the roof... I hope to someday have someone to listen to it and go for walks in it with.

Preferred Prey: Cuddly furry guys interested in long-term relationships.

Favorite Method of Attack: Flirt lots. :)

Favorite Non Were Mythological Beastie: The Fenris Wolf

Favorite Non Were Mythological Creature: The Aesir (Tyr in particular)

Feelings towards humans in general: Humans in general, yeach, humans in small numbers, just dandy.

Personal Quote: "Well, yeah." (Usually in response to 'Did you do that on purpose?', 'You're truly Evil, you know that?', and, well, just about anything else. ;)

Personal Lycanthropy:

I basically got interested in elementary school when I was subjected to writing a report on wolves for some sort of freakish assignment that required that we use these little 'factoid' sheets where we wrote in a sentence about a subject and had to just splice them all together and hope that they made sense. Always did hate those things... anyway, I didn't think much about it until sometime in 6th grade when we went on a class trip to Long Lake Conservation Center. I had a dream about a huge wolf being outside the window of my cabin, outlined by the moon (it was a harvest moon, and it was HUGE that night, and I don't think I'll ever forget what it looked like rising over the lake in the middle of the night like that...). It breathed on the window, I knew that it was looking at me, then I didn't really think much about it after that... I kept having cool dreams, including one while I was in middle school. I was standing in my living room, on the second floor of my parents' house, and looking out the window. The ground was covered with a beautiful blanket of snow, and everything was bathed in a soft white light from a full moon, leaving the colors washed-out and gray. Then I saw the wolf. It wasn't the majestic timber wolf you see in books, rather a weary and ragged one that looked like it had been chased a long ways and wasn't unharmed. In spite of this, it had the same sort of presence of the powerful wolf you always think of. I heard a sound behind me and turned, and when I looked back it was gone. I heard the sound again and moved to the back door of our house, where I found the wolf. I looked into its eyes and somehow knew that it needed help and let it in. I was in awe of it, when I got the sense that what had been chasing it was still there... I turned to face it and saw another wolf, this one strong with black fur. It discounted me with a glance and looked to the other wolf, lunging for it. I caught it, then, and held it tight while it struggled and tried to get to the other wolf. I ended up with my hands around its neck, strangling it with my eyes closed as I tried to tell myself I was doing the right thing. It died in my hands, and I felt the thanks of the other wolf before it vanished, along with the one I held. Then I woke up. It's a dream that I'll never forget, and I still worry about whether I was doing the right thing or not.

I basically became obsessed with wolves and werewolves after that. When I saw, in the end of the 'Vampire: the Masquerade' game that coming next was a Werewolf game, I had to stop myself from drooling. ;) Almost throttled the comic store owner when he sold off my copy of it to someone who got there before I did after I asked him to hold it for me...grrr. Now THERE'S someone whose throat I would've loved to tear out with my teeth. :) Anyway, managed to get ahold of it at another store with the help of a friend and my sister. Continue to be rather obsessed with wolves, werewolves, and that game. I was even the Garou Wiz on a MUSH or two, and do my best to play a werewolf on every game I'm on, and every game I'm in for tabletops. I have most GMs trained to have any information on werewolves handy whenever they're starting a game. :)