unburdened

Domiel loved his jobs, truly he did. Between planning new exhibitions and grading papers he never had to worry about an inactive mind. The more he thought, the happier he felt. By nature he had never been one for an idle mind. The 21st century was truly a marvelous time to be alive. All this information, all this knowledge, just sitting around waiting for someone to find it. And anyone could! Anyone at all! Domiel wanted to go back in time and personally thank every single person responsible for the internet. 

He sat in the middle of a small circle of books, titles stacked around him like he was some damsel in a tower. Did he have any books about damsels in towers? No, focus, that wasn’t knowledge he needed at the moment. He had come here for… Dom’s mind wandered as it often did in places like this, an eternity’s worth of focus scattered in hundreds of equally interesting directions. He had come here for… the museum? No, that had been his last visit. His classes? His thoughts skittered through the list of classes he taught, students he’d mentored, what was the year again the university did quarters didn’t it yes he had recommended they do so all those years ago which meant classes would start up again soon which meant he already knew what courses he would teach so that information was— someone far to Dom’s right and perhaps a floor up had just found exactly the right source and — that’s right, he had come here for some new materials for his summer course on the Stone Age. 

Dom beamed at a passing student who had taken one of his classes before and received a bemused smile in return. Oh, libraries were such beautiful things. What a lovely, lovely invention. 

He sorted his small tower into two piles: relevant and off-topic. “Don’t worry,” he told the shadow hovering over him and his horde, “I promise to put them all back where I found them.”

For all intents and purposes, Jack was more of a jock than he was a bookworm so he rarely visited the library unless he was there for his father. He was a little lost, searching between the stacks for a book in his list when he came across a somewhat familiar deity and a very large stack of books.

location: at a blood drive in a district of your choice

The blood drive had been running since morning, and although Henry's scheduled shift had technically ended half an hour earlier, there were still more people than hands. He didn't particularly mind.

He'd given up his chair to another medic a little while earlier, rolling his shoulders as he stripped off a pair of gloves and dropped them into the clinical waste bin. The donation area remained busy enough that he couldn't quite bring himself to leave, so he settled for restocking supplies, carrying boxes, and stepping in wherever another pair of hands was needed.

Returning with another tray of juice and cookies, Henry noticed someone lingering near the registration desk. "First time?" he asked. "Or are you still deciding whether to bolt?"

It seemed weird to watch someone get blood removed so he sipped on his coffee as he walked around the drive, nodding to a few locals he recognised. "Not my first time but I'm not here to donate, my partner is," he said, nodding towards the deputy who was already lying down.

"I donated on the weekend so I'm ineligable." Jack was pretty sure the other man was a wolf and probably knew that he was. "Looks busy though, must have been a good day for it?"

JACK LYCAON

GENDER: Male

SPECIES: Werewolf (Beta) | Lycaon Pack

AGE: 108 years old

SEXUALITY: Pansexual 

OCCUPATION: Police Officer

DISTRICT: Chissob Hills

HEADCANONS:

Jack is the oldest brother for the Lycaon family. From a young age, he knew that he wasn’t the one destined to lead the pack after their mother. It was a point of contention when he was younger but as he got older and saw the strain on his siblings, he decided he is happy that the responsibility doesn’t land on his shoulders. Regardless, he remains dedicated to the pack and following what his brother says as the new leader.

Wanting to serve the city and his pack in some way, Jack joined the police force in his late twenties and has been a member of the Chissob Hills Police for the past 80 years. He’s never gone up to detective though it has been offered to him. He knows it could create a conflict of interest if someone in the pack got into trouble and prefers to avoid that situation.

His mother always said that Jack was most like their father. He is also closer with his father than he is with his mother. To Jack, he never seemed important enough for his mother to pay attention to and that was even more clear when he presented as a beta. Any attention he did have from his mother quickly shifted to his other siblings. 

Jack is very big into sports, he plays in a baseball league on the weekends and coaches little league baseball and hockey teams. He can often be found in a bar on the weekend trying to catch whatever game is on TV. 

He is technically inept, having decided it wasn’t worth learning about when computers were getting more popular. This was solidified with the NoRex leaks when it was revealed that his partner was cheating on him. Now he only uses his phone and computer when at work. He would rather go see people face to face to talk and catch up. 

It is rare for Jack to be at home. He dislikes being idle so he will often being going to the gym or going out with friends from the force or the pack. He finds being idle leads to a decline in his mental health or trouble so he keeps busy. 

PERSONALITY: Loyal, dutiful, pragmatic, petty, protective, avoidant 

CHARACTER TYPE: Wanted Connection - Caleb Lycaon's sibling