Name: Unknown (For now). Is just called 'Wolfgang'
Age: 19
Height: 6 feet (Human). 3 foot 2 (Wolf)
Appearance:
Like this, but with black hair, and light gray eyes(See animal appearance for eye color)
Animal Appearance:
What Triggers The Transformation?: Knives, or anything sharp that can be used as a weapon.
Personal Items: A collar that has a tag that says 'Wolfgang' on it.
Bio:Wolfgang has had a hard life. He had known how to turn in to a wolf from a young age, and it freaked his parents out when he first revealed it to them. They over-reacted, to say the least, saying that he was possessed by some kind of wolf demon, and they weren't even religious, it was just the conclusion that their mind came to. He tried to convince them that the change was willing, and that no demon was forcing him to do anything, but they wouldn't listen. They did some weird demon-cleansing rituals that he was pretty sure weren't even real rituals. These rituals would often involve knives. They would cut him, usually bad enough to leave a scar, but not bad enough to risk killing him, and then let him bleed for a while, thinking it would drain the demon out of him or some weird shiz like that. Eventually, in the pain and fear, something snapped within him. He transformed in to a wolf and attacked his parents in a blind rage, nearly killing them before running off in to the night. He was 16 at that point, and had dealt with it for years. He lived in the woods for about a year, staying in human form until it came time to hunt for food. Eventually he started traveling. He walked for miles along the road, and eventually came to a town. It was a small town, and not very welcome to outsiders, and most people there treated him like he was some sort of government spy or something. He stayed there for a while, living on the streets as a beggar and hardly getting so much as a penny. More then once he was told to leave, and that they 'didn't want beggar scum' like him around their town. Some people would even kick him as they passed, or if they were feeling charitable, they would kick over his collection cup just to see him chase down what little money he did get. One day, after having been there for about a year, a group of douchbag teenagers decided it would be fun to mess him up. After all, no one would miss him. They came to him at night, when he was trying to sleep, cold and hungry as he was. They kicked him awake, then started teasing him. Then they started hitting and kicking him. He managed to fight them off to an extent, but hunger made him weak. It was when they pulled out their knives that things went downhill for him, though. As the full moon glinted off the blade, he froze up. His fear made him to slow to respond as the leader drive his blade into his gut. He collapsed, his form changing as soon as his hands and knees hit the ground. The teenagers laughed, shoving each other as he collapsed, but as soon as they saw his light gray eyes glinting in the dark, and his bone-white fangs, they stopped, taking a step back from the wolf who had just seconds ago been a man. Dripping with blood, he lunged at the teenagers, once again blinded with bloodthirsty anger, fear and pain. The teenagers ran, but not before he killed three of them, leaving just one survivor, who ran home and locked the door, talking about werewolves for days to come. Wolfgang, however, was weakening fast. He limped out of town, forcing himself to stay on his feet. Eventually, though, the effort was too much, and he collapsed beside the road, bleeding into the dirt. Luckily for him, a couple passed in a van and stopped. They went over to him and pet him, telling him it would be OK as he whined pitifully. They picked him up and put him in the back of their car, the woman sitting back there to pet him and slow the bleeding as they drove him to the vet. The fear and pain faded as he felt her calming hands on his fur, and he focused on that. That small act of kindness that meant so much to him. That first act of kindness in more years then he cared to count. He licked her hand, whimpering quietly, but less pitifully now. She spoke calming to him, and his eyes slowly drifted closed. When he woke again, he was in a pin in a vet building, and the couple was sitting beside him, petting him. When they saw his eyes open, they called out happily to the vet. Wolfgang whined and lifted his head, feeling drowsy, but a lot better. The vet checked his wounds, though she seemed sort of....Apprehensive in some ways. He could smell it. Her hands were still kind as she checked his wounds, however, and she spoke to him softly. Time went by and eventually he was healed enough to be released, and the couple decided that they were going to take him home with them, not knowing that he was anything more then a very intelligent wolf-dog. The vet said that it might not be the best plan, because he was a wolf, and wolfs didn't make as good of pets as dogs, but they were insistent. Eventually the vet agreed, and he went home with them. He was happy living with them, and was perfectly happy with staying as a wolf, and never being human. Life was so much simpler as a wolf, and for the first time in ages he had people who cared about him. They loved him as family, which he knew was because he was a wolf. If he had been human, none of this would have happened. Eventually the couple's lives moved on, and the woman got pregnant. As much as they hated it, they weren't sure if a 3 foot tall wolf was the best pet for a first child, and he understood, so they sold him to a family with a 9 year old daughter. He was sad, but he understood not wanting such a big dog like him around a new baby, not to mention that they weren't sure that they could afford both a dog and a child. The new family was nice, and they named him Wolfgang. They lived in a house on the edge of the woods, and they let him wander freely, knowing he would always come back, and he would. Despite the fact that he was probably the most intelligent dog ever, the family never cared about filming him and getting money off of his intelligence, which he was kind of happy for, because he didn't really want to bring any attention to himself that might risk his human side being discovered. He has now been a wolf for a year, and hasn't changed back once. He's yet to meet any of the other Animorphs.
Extras: He spends his time in wolf form, and has been in wolf form for a year now.
Name: Astral Fire (Likes to just be called Astra)
Age: 9
Height: 4 feet, 1 inch.
Appearance:
Like this, but with blue eyes matching the animal picture
Animal Appearance:
What Triggers The Transformation?: Things with thorns, such as roses and blackberries, as well as fire. Also, catnip.
Personal Items: Clay that she makes things out of.
Bio: Astra's life has been pretty basic. She has always been afraid of fire and thorns, though it's the kinds of fears that don't really affect one much. Her parents both work at home, so she gets to hang out with them a lot. She's also homeschooled, and learns everything she needs to know from her parents. She had discovered her ability at a young age, and her parents helped her keep it a secret, worried about what would happen of the world found out. Eventually they moved to Sokanon, where she met some other Animorphs. She's somewhat new to the group, having only recently moved in to town.
Extras:
Name: Colt Devons
Age: 17
Height: 5 foot 9
Appearance:
His canines are slightly longer then the average human's.
Animal Appearance:
What Triggers The Transformation?: Anger or deep distress, such as being in stressful situations or deeply upset about something.
Personal Items:Nothing, really. He's not clingy.
Bio: Colt has basically always been on his own. Partially by choice, and partially not. He had been abandoned by his parents at a young age, and was actually raised by wolves for the first couple of years of his life before being found and taken to an Orphanage by someone. He kept to himself in the orphanage, and preferred the company of dogs to that of humans. He learned how to talk much slower then most people, and for the first few years he spoke in barks and growls. He seemed to have a knack for communicating with dogs because of this. Eventually he ran away from the orphanage and started traveling, shortly later discovering his Panther form when he found someone abusing their girlfriend. His anger rose, and his animal side came out. Long story short, the abusive guy ended up in the hospital, and the girl was terrified. He continued on his way, just traveling around with no real goal, sometimes in Human form, and sometimes in Panther form. Eventually he found a town that he wanted to settle in, and met a couple of other Animorphs there.
Extras: For him, the line between Human and Animal isn't as defined as with some people. He doesn't fear his Panther side, and accepts it. He thinks more people should give in to the fact that they are both man and animal, rather then clinging to one or the other. His senses in human form are heightened like a Panther's. The only problem with this is that his transformation is triggered more easily then most people's.
Name: Jeanette Wilson
Age: 79
Height: 5 foot 3
Appearance:
Animal Appearance:
What Triggers The Transformation?: People being rude to children, and people hurting others.
Personal Items: A bag of cookies, a bag of herbs, both of which are stored in her purse, which she can also use as a weapon if need be.
Bio: Jeanette has lived in Sokanon all her life, and lives in a cabin in the woods. Despite what you might believe from where she chooses to live, she has a fair amount of money, she just chooses not to use it unless she sees a good reason to. She has always loved nature, and always wishes to be as close to it as possible. She makes her own medicine and grows her own food. She has known that she is an Animorph for as long as she can remember, and was always supported by her parents. Eventually she started hearing of other Animorphs, and set out to meet them. Eventually she made a sort of group of Animorphs, and made a
treehouse where they could hang out or live, depending on whether they had homes or not, and just be themselves, without any fear of being discovered by people. The treehouse is located deep in the woods on her property.
Extras: She basically created a group of Animorphs, and allow them to do whatever they want in the treehouse she built for them.
