W O U N D S.

BASICS:

Name: Seth Larsen 

Birthday/Age: April 12, 2099 (36) 

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Relationship Status: Single

Zodiac: Aries Sun, Cancer Moon, Leo Rising

Species: Werewolf 

Occupation: Cleaner 

Traits: [+] Resilient, fearless, sentimental

[-] Stubborn, impulsive, moody 

BIOGRAPHY: (tw: violence), (tw: murder), (tw: gore)

Seth was born in the Selcouth Pack, the first born of the third generation of his immediate family to do so. He’s more fortunate than most, spending his formative years knowing only stability and love. But the innocence of childhood was fleeting, damn near impossible to shield young eyes from the atrocities of a society reborn from decay. One of the earliest memories he can recall was when he was out with his father and they came across a pack of cannibals dining on a corpse on the side of the road. He’ll never forget how their hollow, hunger-crazed eyes bore right through him as they sat hunched over the sun-bloated body, bony fingers desperately picking apart the ruined flesh. There was a lesson in this gruesome scene: this is what happens to the weak. Either grow up strong, or don’t grow up at all. So he began to train like the whole world was against him, because it was. 

As he grew up, his stalwart dedication to the pack hardly went unnoticed. Seth always took it upon himself to take up the duties that no one seemed to want, whether too dangerous or disgusting. Being a cleaner came naturally to him, always ready to get his hands bloody if it meant keeping someone else’s unblemished. He knew when to keep his mouth shut, which secrets were his to tell and those that weren’t. If something was never meant to happen, Seth would make damn sure that it looked like it never did.  Eventually he was deemed trustworthy enough to earn the role of beta within the Selcouth Pack.

One year ago, a mission that spanned far beyond the walls of the city to retrieve an artifact that was stolen from one of the pack’s Naturalist allies ended in tragedy.  Unbeknownst to Seth and his team of five comrades, they were walking into a trap. His recollection of the event is fragmented at best. It is unknown whether this is due to magical interference or just his response to the trauma. It appeared that the team had fallen victim to a dark ritual of sorts, the hearts of the fallen had been ripped from their chests and every drop of their blood had been given as an offering. He was able to piece together a rough timeline of events that transpired in between the periods where his memory blacks out. 

Months after the team initially set out, Seth returned to Calamity, an empty handed hollowed out shell of the man he once was. Upon his return, he immediately stepped down from his position as beta, citing that due to his catastrophic failure he was no longer fit for the responsibility that came with holding the rank. Seth genuinely believed that it was in the pack’s best interest for him to self-demote, while also serving as a punishment to himself. Resentment towards their supposed closest allies festered and rotted within him.  

Something has been off about Seth since he returned. He’s much more unstable, mentally spiraling on the feeling of doubt. Doubt that everything he had ever been taught was a complete lie.  He's been expressing the rage that's been building up in him more freely lately, towards those that deserve it and some that do not. But inevitably, he's just a dog barking at the end of his leash.

HEADCANONS:

Seth primarily works as a cleaner, ensuring that corpses are properly disposed of, potential threats are neutralized and witnesses remain silent. His priority is keeping the Selcouth Pack’s reputation untarnished, but he offers his services to other packs and species (for an additional fee, of course.) While being a cleaner is his main hustle, Seth is known to pick up any sort of odd-job he comes across; as long as the kochba is decent, no matter how dangerous the task may be. 

He was born a werewolf, therefore he does not share in the sentiment seen in many wolves that they are nothing more than monsters. Instead he is a guardian and protector of those who cannot defend themselves, an apex predator. He believes that lycanthropy is a gift, not a curse, and is not something that should be given freely. Due to this belief, Seth has never turned someone into a werewolf.  When he bites, he does so with fatal intent. Some have tried in vain to escape, but once his teeth are in something, he does not let go. He will track them to the ends of the earth if necessary to finish the job. When it comes to his interpretation of what needs to be done to protect the peace, his peace, he is absolutely relentless. 

His view on the Selcouth’s ancient alliance with the Naturalist witches has soured due to recent events. But to avoid raising suspicion or having his loyalty questioned, he still carries on like nothing happened. One year ago, a Naturalist witch allied with the pack requested that a team of wolves set forth on an expedition far beyond the city limits of Calamity to retrieve a precious artifact that was stolen from them. Unbeknownst to all that were involved, the six wolves had walked into a trap. Seth was the only survivor, although he does not consider himself lucky for having endured the carnage. Instead, he wonders why the hell he was the one who got to keep living, all while being crushed under the weight of survivor’s guilt. Seth is not sure how much longer he can keep the resentment and animosity he’s been harboring concealed. 

Seth pretends his line of work does not bother him, but after nearly two decades of coming face to face with shit so heinous that society wants it to remain hidden, it really begins to eat away at a person. So he keeps himself busy, anything but acknowledging his own thoughts, often working to the point of collapsing from sheer exhaustion. He turns to substances when he can’t find anything to occupy his time, choosing to go numb the pain rather than sit with it. 

He was formerly a beta of the Selcouth Pack, but chose to step down immediately following his failed expedition.  The needs of the pack always come first, and he felt he was no longer able to shoulder the responsibility of such a rank given his mental state. 

Physical Traits: 

Height: 6’2” 

Build: Athletic 

Hair Color: Dirty blond

Eye Color: Blue

Tattoos: Selcouth tree of life on the top of his right shoulder, lunar phases on the inside of his right bicep.