Sanctum
TW: reference to addiction, reference to child neglect/endangerment (ish, you'll see)

Name: Typhoon Yoko Wells

Nicknames: Storm, Ty, Bacchus, Calligula

Age: 25

Gender: Male/Genderqueer (will respond to any pronouns with ease, though he most identifies with he/him; he says genderqueer or male when people ask, he really couldn't be bothered - no matter the pronouns used, he doesn't correct people)

Sexuality: Green Light Go (as he likes to say; queer)

Species: Werewolf

Looks:

(Faceclaim: Artem Smirnov - @smirnovartem_ on Insta)
He's 6'4

Personality: Typhoon is an absolute hedonist. Everything he does is for the sake of pleasure, fun, and entertainment. He is a free spirit, though can be very destructive - his parents were apt in naming him Typhoon. He's a ball of blazing energy and light. He is hard to ignore and even harder to look away from. He captures people's attention no matter what room he walks into and his presences heightens the atmosphere into something pulsing and intense. When Typhoon is around, people get antsy and on edge - not even in a bad way, but with Typhoon around, everyone knows something is bound to happen. A party, a fight, something obscene, or something wild, or something weird. Typhoon is wholly unpredictable. No one knows what will come out of his mouth or what he'll do next - Typhoon doesn't even know most of the time. There is a strong intensity to Typhoon and the way he carries himself. Even with his free spirit, there is always something brimming under the surface, ready to be released. It can be anxiety inducing being in his presence for long, that constant on-edge vibe too much for some to handle. But to others, that's part of Typhoons appeal. There is a sort of intoxication to Typhoon. The way he naturally spikes adrenalines and pulses and desires is a high that is constantly being sought out. It's rare to see Typhoon alone, as he has his own little branch of lackeys that follow him around - though if Typhoon is aware of them, no one really knows. Typhoon isn't the best with names or faces, though he does remember the important ones (mostly). He knows he is hardly alone, but he isn't necessarily paying attention to who is around him, beyond what they can do for him at any given time. Can they entertain him, occupy him, keep him company? Can they excite him, or will they bore him? Typhoon would have done excellent as a Roman Emperor of old - he has that same sort of manic, flamboyant, flippant, careless attitude that dictators like Calligula and Nero had been said to have. He doesn't not care about life, emotions, and pain (of any sort), but he doesn't really care all that much at the same time. Hedonism is the way of life, and by hedonism he lives. Hedonism is his religion, his muse, his life. Anyone who doesn't follow is of no use, concern, or importance to him.

Likes: pleasure, fun, entertainment, company, crowds, fashion, makeup, painful pleasure, jewelry, accessories, the extreme side of life, parties, feeling like he's floating, feeling powerful and untouchable, freedom, liberation from social pressures and rules, feeling good, being in control, but in some situations prefers lacking control

Dislikes: his pleasure being interrupted, modesty and humility, prudes, sobriety, boredom (he gets dangerous when he's bored), being alone

Powers: shifts into a wolf (looks above); heightened senses, speed, strength, reflexes, and durability while in human form
He has built up a decent tolerance to Wolfsbane as he has used it recreationally; larger doses are needed to truly affect him in the way it is intended
He has a high pain tolerance

Backstory: Typhoon grew up in Sanctum, as his family has for generations and generations. His family has always been seen as hedonistic, always on the more intense side of the pleasures that Las Vegas has to offer. But something in Typhoon is far more extreme than anyone in his lineage. His family was never really dangerous, but something about Typhoon is dangerous, even though he'd never do anything to purposely put his pack into harms way. He loves his pack and the way it operates, but that doesn't mean he doesn't take things too far. He has, and he does. Known for his destructive parties, gatherings, soirees - whatever you want to call them - he doesn't do much to clean up after himself. He truly has taken hedonism to a whole new level, wrapped up in the frenzy of this near-religious philosophy of his. Yet, still, despite that danger, Typhoon has always had a way of pulling people into his orbit by mere presence alone. He has always been hard to ignore, a big and powerful personality that can fill any room no matter how large. Used to being the center of attention, he thrives in it. He loves being watched, always. Loves it. He thrives on it. Attention, he wants attention, he wants admiration, he wants worship. When he doesn't have it, or he's bored, that's when he gets truly dangerous - that was learned the hard way, and lots got hurt. To avoid that, many give him what he wants - attention, entertainment - and they get rewarded in the process. Regardless, Typhoon is a being fully unto himself, and fully in his own league and world. There is no one quite like Typhoon. He has had a wild history, full of outlandish tales and infamy. His name is well-known throughout his pack, as is his reputation, but he is harmless in regard to exposure. Everything Typhoon does is kept within pack borders, the wildness is contained. Typhoon may seem like an idiot, but he is cunning, and he understands that exposure of Sanctum puts and end to what he is allowed to do. No other pack, and the human authorities especially, would never allow him to do or get away with what he does. So he is trusted to keep that secret, at least. Typhoon is always aware of what else is happening in the pack, but he hardly meddles, unless it directly affects him.

Other: He was named Typhoon because he came out screaming like a furious little storm, wailing like he could control the weather itself
He adores his name, but he doesn't mind his nicknames either - but his name is his preferred
He will wear anything and everything, but also nothing at all - he has no shame over anything
He has been likened to Bacchus by many in his pack, and it is slowly becoming a more common nickname, as is Calligula
He's hardly ever sober
He's been on his own since he was little - his parents let him run loose and wild; he slept wherever he could find a spot to, and wore whatever he had access too, eating what he had access too
He does have siblings (7 to be exact; some older, some younger, some half-siblings, some full)
He can be oblivious to the emotional state of others, but he is always cued into his lovers at any given moment to make sure they are alright (he's not monogamous, but then again, he's never been in a romantic relationship either, so that may change depending on who he falls in love with, if he ever does)
He got a vasectomy on his 18th birthday so he wouldn't have a bunch of mini-hims running around (yet) - happy birthday to him
He's not not an addict