Eli Smith

Tall and broad in the shoulders, Eli stands at 6'2 is chiseled with muscle appropriate for that of a man who has lived all his known life in the wild. His lightly tanned skin is traced with scars and he knows the story behind only half of them, the others were from before his accident and though he wish he could remember something that is so much a part of him, he simply could not. Just like he can't explain why his brown hair grows so quickly, one week cut short, two weeks later, long and shaggy. He deals with the fact that it grows at such an alarming rate by using his dagger to cut it when necessary, the same for his facial hair, which he usually keeps to a close shave due to how long hair carries over to his wolf form.

In said wolf form, he is tall and muscular, however his fur is not dark brown as one might assume due to his human hair color. Instead it is a pale silver. Even his eyes- hazel in his human form- turn to a silvery blue. The only thing that might suggest his wolf form and his human form are the same being is the necklace buried deep in the lycan's wolf fur, tight around his neck.

To actually speak to Eli would be a rare occurrence, for he almost refuses to be social in his human form and doesn't like to go into the city often. When he does leave his forest, he can be found in Jay's bookshop, selling his necklaces and buying books, exchanging only brief words. He's far from polite- oblivious to things like manners. If you say hello he might give a gruff gutteral sound in reply, or ignore you all together. He can be found growling when upset of when he feels threatened and he'd sniff someone far sooner than he would shake their hand.

That's because he is so in touch with his wolf form, that the two sides have merged, the line between them blurred. The problem that occurs is that the wolf part seems to be in much greater concentration than the human part. While Eli holds few human emotions such as curiosity, jealousy, and a desire for greater knowledge (hence his love of reading), wolf feeling such as rage and hunger take center stage. He is anti- social, brutally honest, and couldn't care less what you think of him.

His favorite time is the three nights of the full moon, when he changes into his wolf form and rules the forest. A natural- born leader, the wolf pack follows him and praises him and he considers them family. He is led by his hunger, his nose, and his protective instincts. He sees no reason to want for more, however sometimes the curiosity of his human form gets the better of him.

Eli woke up in a white room with pale blue curtains about sixty years ago. That is the first memory he has. The person who hovered over him shined some bright thing into his eyes and it made it hard for him to see. Then she explained that she was a nurse, that he had an accident, and that she couldn't find an ID, so who was he, anyway? Eli knew his first name, but not from where. He knew that he had parents... once... but nothing about them. He also was aware of a throbbing in his head. This was not enough for the nurse, but since no one had come to claim him, she scribbled 'Smith' as his last name on the chart and left him there.

The moment she left, he ran.

When Eli woke up that day, an ancient lycan so old that the fur of his wolf form had turned silver, so wise that he should have at least remembered that his last name wasn't something as common as Smith, he believed he was a wolf. Sure, as he ran he realized that it was on two legs, that his fur was gone, that he was wearing some funny sheet that he would later learn to be clothing, however the desperation to get to the forest was overpowering and he didn't stop until he found someplace familiar.

It was a field at the outer edge of the forest, covered in wild grasses and pussy willows so that it appeared as if there was a sea of gold. He didn't know where he was, exactly, just that he had been there before. It was there that he allowed realization to set in.

He knew some basics: his body was familiar, but not the scars. he knew how to hunt, how to eat, what was dangerous and what was safe, but the memories that allowed him to know those things were lost. The rest he learned from books, finding he knew how to read, though he didn't know when he had been taught to do so.

At times the blank memory caused a hole in the pit of his stomach. Other times, it was comforting to know that despite all the drama that seemed to occur in the city, he, living at the edge of the forest, had been saved from such a petty existence.

Sixty years later, Eli had since made his peace with his accident. He still lives in the wild, in a small, one-room log cabin of sorts which he built and has maintained over the years. The center holds a pit for a fire, which he only makes when it's too cold to do without, fueled by stacks of logs outside. The smoke vents through a slit in the roof which Eli designed to keep the weather out while letting fresh air in. Next to the fire pit, his bed in made up of animal furs from his kills, shelves holding bones and skulls and some of his carved trinkets as well as books. He only stays in the cabin to sleep in his human form or when the weather it bad, however, preferring wide open spaces.

He eats only the animals he kills, aware of the truce and unable to remember eating human flesh though he does think the scent of them is quite appetizing. He is aware of what he truly is but doesn't see the point in becoming more human when the wolf thing has kept him happy thus far.

(see Jay)