Age: 26

Species: Half Hellhound

Powers: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Appearance: His body type has always been more on the scrawny side of things; he eats like a horse but looks like he eats like a bird. He has a slight limp when he walks, a result of the injury and there’s scar on his hip. Dark brown eyes and messy brown hair, he dresses casually in jeans rotating out a small collection of faded shirts and hoodies. He has a tattoo of a fox on his right shoulder and a tattoo on his left forearm that says, ‘dream by day’ in Russian.

Face Claim: Dylan O’Brien

Personality: He's quick-witted, sarcastic and outspoken.  He has trouble keeping his thoughts or attention on a single path, jumping from point to point in a way that makes sense to no one but him at times. He’s a little hyper active and awkward. He babbles ... a lot. He's kind though with the awakening of the other part of him, he's started to see a darkened side of things.

History: Raised by his mother, he never knew who his father was or much about him. It was a matter he had learned growing up, that he didn’t ask about. He tried time and time again but his mother told him he was better off not knowing. So he went about his life, went to school, graduated, went to school again, got a crappy job in a warehouse and lived a pretty average life.

He knew about supernatural creatures from a young age, his mother had an old book that detailed more species than he would have ever guessed existed. At first he didn’t believe that they were real, that it was just a book of fiction until he had his first run in with a werewolf. It was middle school and he’d gone on a camping trip with his class, well he was more so forced to go since he had no desire to hang out with the other kids his age. The trip was going okay; he’d begrudgingly gone down to the lake with a couple of the other kids for a swim. He decided to go back before the others and had taken his own path versus staying on the trail. Of course he got lost and it got dark because that was the kind of luck that he had, and it was also a full moon because why not? Luckily for him, the run in with the werewolf wasn’t a physical one; he saw it from a distance. Actually, he saw a teen from a distance and then he saw the horrifying change. From then on, he was fascinated by the supernatural and studying them became a hobby of his. His mother passed after his twenty-first birthday of a heart attack leaving him with no family and no motivation to do much with his life.

Fast forward a bit. A letter arrived at his house that told him of a coffee shop that had been left in his name in a town called Belcoast. It was somewhere he never heard of and he didn’t recognize the name of the previous owner. Honestly, he thought it was a mistake but called the number provided to find that it was legit. He now owned a coffee shop in the middle of nowhere from what he understood. Well, he adored coffee and had nothing else to do with his life so he sold the family house and packed up his belongings. Needing a new start, he took a leap of faith and headed off to Belcoast.

Arriving in Belcoast it only took him a few days to find the pieces that he'd been missing. Turned out, his father happen to be a hellhound, so he had that going for him. Once he figured that part out, things started changing. He's been trying to figure out the whole hellhound thing with the help of Gwyllgi and a few others along the way but still wonders what the other side of things would be.

Profession: Owner of Holy Grounds Coffee

Hobbies: Drawing, studying supernatural creatures, consuming lots of coffee, collecting souls (not without complaints)

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual