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name.       anthony norris vardanyan.
also known as.       anton. he is unironically called pawpaw.
gender.       cisman, he/him/his.
sexuality.       bisexual, biromantic; part of the divorced & widowed club.
date of birth.       december 12.
age.       71 years old.
species.       werewolf.
occupation.       retired paramedic, occasional hunter.
birthplace.       los angeles, california.
current residence.       redding, california; verse & thread dependent.positive traits.       calm, loyal, personable, sensible.
negative traits.       blunt, hidebound, melancholic, prim.eye color.       very light green & quite piercing, contrasted by his dark under-eyes. can change to a vibrant gold to aid in night vision.
hair color.       varying shades of grey & silver, short, curly.
faceclaim.       eric bogosian.001   :   features.       6'0", healthy weight with some softness, strong. wears glasses, though they do nothing to hide the intensity of his gaze, making it feel as if he’s peering straight into your soul—he probably is. he has a few tattoos; one on his inner left bicep, another on his left side extending to his rib cage, his children’s names near his heart in their respective signatures, & one on his right calf. had his earlobes pierced, could shove jewelry in there in a pinch. heavily scarred.

002   :   strengths & neutral.       shapeshifting, enhanced strength, speed & stamina, brutal bite force, extendable claws & canines, inhuman senses, superb night vision, durability + increased healing speed, infectious bite (particularly harmful to vampires). he has no choice but to shift when there's a full moon, however he can resist it long enough throughout the night until the moon is at its peak fullness. werewolves can telepathically communicate with each other, in & out of wolf form, depending on the strength of their bond. they do not mate for life, however monogamy is common & highly prioritized. shifting is painful but manageable for him by now. he runs hot & cold weather doesn't affect him too much.003   :   weaknesses.       pure silver, wolfsbane. a vampire's blood is lethal while their bite induces illness. werewolves tend to die at a younger age, making his age as a senior quite rare. as such, his health is at a decline & his abilities aren't quite what they used to be. werewolves can sustain the same injuries as humans & are not immortal. if he gets stabbed or shot, he's gonna fucking feel it & need medical attention.

004   :   born versus bitten.       humans are turned into werewolves via a deep bite from a lycanthrope outside of their human form; meaning, if anton bit someone without shifting beforehand, it wouldn't turn them. for anton, personally, he has no issues with bitten wolves. his pack has quite a few, usually due to non-wolves marrying into the pack or having family members within it. that being said, bitten werewolves are a tad weaker & harder to control than born, so he's cautious around them. despite him lacking a negative judgment towards them otherwise, he does acknowledge that they don't have an innate connection to lycanthropy like he & other born wolves do.005   :   shapeshifting.       there are three forms anton can take: human, beast (wolf-like features with a humanoid body; think van helsing werewolves), & a large wolf. at this age, the last two forms have greyed significantly, with some remnants of black & brown in his fur; his eyes are golden in these forms as well. additionally, as he ages, he feels increasingly less of a desire to shift, except for when the moon is full. no wolf is able to resist shifting when there's a full moon. this is typically the only time he will shift.

chapter 001   :   i was a teenage werewolf.       first born, first generation, first everything. born to an armenian family in a wintry los angeles during the ‘50s, it’s instilled from his birth that anton is a wolf first, hunter second, man third. for good reason, he argues to this very day. he is a descendant of the mightiest souls to walk mother earth, valorous mortals risen from the dead by lady luck and love from moonlight. winged hounds with a healing—no, resurrecting—tongue.the aralez, or wolf angels to simplify them in a child’s mind, had touched their family centuries ago. these creatures chose only the most worthy hunters and heroes alike, returning to them the gift of life. spirits binding to blood and bones with a price to be paid.the price is animalistic impulses too sharp to deny; the weight of the moon on their shoulders. give in, give in, give in. the first snap of bone, that protective covering of fur, all claws and canines to serve the aralez. a strain of lycanthropy, later discovered and carefully studied in anton’s family, that altered a lineage for good.this isn’t a curse. no, no, no. this passed onto generation after generation of hunter and healer alike, the genetic makeup of an apex predator with keen senses. he is one of them, the eldest son in a respectable pack. he and his family are not the only, a preternatural war breaking out in southern california among wolves and other beasts. they take note, keeping friends close and foes closer.a merging of two packs in a small armenian community, he finds mariam. she saves him, in many respects. the two grow together. it’s puppy love, fleas and worms and all. but do not mistake it for anything else—it is love, as earnest and devoted as it comes.his family cannot remain in los angeles much longer. the bloodshed is beginning to drown them out. it’s right before his 18th birthday that they make the leap to redding, making a home in northern california woods. he brings mariam with him, after much protest from her own family. they marry within the month.chapter 002   :   bark like a god.       it’s a comical coincidence, really, that everyone in his family serves the medical field. both of his parents and six siblings, as well as himself, finding their respective positions. call it altruistic, if you’d like, they use this access to monitor the ebb and flow of supernatural on their territory. injured humans with wounds tracing back to the inhuman.he works tirelessly, excessively, as a paramedic; eventually entering into advanced practice. grueling dayshifts to save lives, gruesome nightshifts to end them all the same. mari fights him on this vehemently for the first few years of their marriage. soon enough, her reasoning goes beyond the two of them, with her full womb. a daughter that halts the beast in him that must learn to respect life and respect it quickly.

but life… her sister is death. and death will take what she is owed. his father passes the same year sona is born. a floundering father becomes an alpha. the weight on him is heavy and back-breaking. a parent learns mortality quickly, a child learns it even faster. it is not much longer until his mother passes, husband and wife reunited so young. he has no time for his grief, so it’s shelved. a rusty trinket.there’s a strain on anton and mariam, and they do their damnedest to not let sona see it. divorce and a son war for dominance, the latter wins. it—sergo’s presence—staves off the inevitable but he is not a permanent solution. divorce papers served, custody arranged, they coexist in their pack because they have no other choice.a newly single father in the ‘80s, the leader of a growing pack in northern california, and a dual paramedic-predator… all he knows is his exhaustion.chapter 003   :   in the woods somewhere.       for a moment, he swears off of love. unrealistic and lofty, yes, but he’s allowed a pseudo lone wolf era. as a treat. this is a short-lived stance, of course, when he finds lonnie. and lonnie… by god, he changes everything for anton.it’s an accident. the best love is. this injured man in his arms sets his heart aflame in ways new and unprecedented. bitten and bruised, he finds a new purpose in lonnie. nursed diligently to health, a bitten wolf is introduced into the pack for the first time. the love is there, symbolic marriage and all, but it must be tough. he makes a weapon of his husband because he has to.he thinks he has to, at least. to date, lonnie is one of the greatest hunters to grace the redding pack. a sharper mind than anton’s own, with aim to match. this is his undoing.it’s when he buries lonnie, returns him to the land they protected together, that he understands why mariam never wanted him in this lifestyle. such is the beginning and end of a huntsman.chapter 004   :   my love for evermore.       third time’s a charm. painfully, he’s a serial monogamist with an inability to face loneliness, not in its true form. his heart is perpetually in mourning. he knows no other way to soothe it than with more love.fawn is nothing like her name suggests. oh, this wolf by birthright has a tongue as cruel as it is honeyed. blissfully, he gets it right with her.they rush into their marriage, admittedly, his third and final spouse. in his defense, he said i love you in their first week of dating. she laughed. in their second week, she bought him a ring, shiny and gold. in a panic, he bought her a burrito at the local taco bell.

he finds a certain type of calm with fawn. he makes amends with his past and the people in it. healthier relationships, as good of an ex-husband and father as he can be. his esoteric family opens up for more, fawn taking in a fair share of stray pups. half of them bitten wolves, the others born and abandoned. another purpose revealed to him. time gives him five children and, one day, seven grandchildren. he realizes what grateful truly means.he watches his children grow older. soon, the title of alpha is given to his first son, surrendered with pride and a sparring match for the ages. he settles as a confidant instead, pouring much of his energy into his life as a skilled hunter. fawn eats it up, as brutal as he is. sometimes, she is more so.year after year, he puts the pieces of his life together. respectable pack, retirement with a fucking decent pension if he says so himself, and a shed fear of the inevitable. he watches it, real time, the toll lycanthropy takes on the body. he feels it, too, but fawn feels it first. a hiatus of sorts is taken to care for her.in spring, he lays her to rest. in summer, she blooms a marvelous garden of flowers next to lonnie’s. mariam’s ashes are weaved into that shiny gold.divorced once and widowed twice is not the greatest track record. imagine what it does to his heart and soul, however.he never confronts his grief in full; he can’t bear it. the microdoses keep him alive as much as they kill him, drop by drop in his bloodstream.chapter 005   :   no one lives forever.       he is ailing. there is an ache so deep within him it may as well be parasitic. anton was never meant to make it to his 70s and he knows it. his flesh and blood know it, too. his legs will give out on him suddenly, heart either too slow or too fast just because. he cannot sleep but it’s all he desires. youthful glow is a memory. the full moon carries a dread he does not confess. it’s some cruel, fucked waiting game. when will his body meet its end? which lunar phase will be the one to do him in? it was easier when he was younger, everything was. he listens to nature and nurture, still.he’s slowed on his hunting, more so eyes and ears than the carefully honed weapon he used to be. much of his time is spent mending the wounds of a younger generation, his guidance a blend of soft words and a firm hand. he fills his time.he fills it and he waits.the old dog that knows it has to die. slower, quieter, with the young and vicious bite that remains when pushed too far.