Name: Frederick Moore

Nickname: Fred, Derick, Rick

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Wolf

Wolf Name: Axel

Rank: Beta

Pack: Crescent Moon (Disbanded)

Height: 6'

Weight: 182 lbs

Looks: Black hair, Red eye, Jewelry, Tattoos, Scars

Jewelry: Wood Rose Gauges, Black Arrow Industrial (Right Ear), Safety Pin Industrial (Left Ear), Skull Septum Piercing, Golden Opal Medusa Piercing, Bitch Tongue Piercing, Black Cross Necklace, Wolf Necklace, Moon Bracelet, Pack Beta Ring

Tattoos: Rainbow Dice Arrow (Right Forearm), Moon Phases (Left Forearm), Shh... (Right Pointer Finger), Fuck You (Left Middle Finger), Wolf (Right Upper Arm), Skull and Rose (Left Upper Arm), Cross (Right Ear), Rose (Left Ear), Galaxy (Right Side), Stay Strong (Left Clavicle)

Scars: Face, Back, Right Shoulder, Left Side

Personality: Stubborn, Loyal, Smart, Caring, Protective, Introvert, Tempered, Competitive, Nerdy, Quiet

Likes: Music, Running, Training, Books, Reading, Coffee, Wolfs, Stargazing, Drawing, Roses

Dislikes: Misunderstandings, Rogues, Dishonesty, Bullies, Judgey People, Pity, Nightmares, Small Spaces, Large Crowds, Disloyalty

Sexuality: Gay

Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat (Kickboxing, Karate, Taekwondo, Jujutsu), Acrobatics, Knives, Inhuman (Spead, Stamina, Healing, Senses, Strength)

Vehicles: Motorcycle, Old Ford Truck

Job: Bookstore (Many Words), Cafe (Lime Cafe)

Many Words

Lime Cafe

Everyday

Formal

Workout

Backstory

Frederick Moore was to be the next in line to be the Beta of the Crescent Moon pack before rogues attacked.

Now, he was left with a broken heart, and no pack and he had no intention of joining another pack.

Frederick left his home state, not wanting to be reminded of the friends and family he lost every day.

He moved to a small town that seemed to have nothing and thought it was the perfect place to spend the rest of his life.

Frederick is now 25 years old, and he owns his own cafe, but still works at the old bookstore in town.

He thinks life was perfect, and that he wouldn't have to worry about werewolves anymore, however, he was wrong.

A powerful pack from England had bought the house a few miles out of town and a few of its members would come into town to show and hang out.