Name: Michael Thomas Brooker
Nicknames: Tom, Tommy, Mike. Normally he prefers Tom, pack members will sometimes call him 'boss' or 'sir'.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Alpha
Likes: His pack, warm summer evenings, meat, most other animals, the sun, running, his 'day job'.
Dislikes: The moon, what he is, cats, very deep water, pressures of being an Alpha, strange food.
Brief personality/History: Tom is very dedicated to anything he does. Be it working for an old man in his shop or running his wolf pack. He also strongly cares for family and friends, ready to give his own life for theirs at the drop of a button. As a child he used to be quite care free, often getting into trouble and coming home with scrapes. He wasn't born into a rich family and when he was old enough he began work at a local shop. He was fifteen when he was bitten by a werewolf. He had been visiting family with his mother and father who lived out in the countryside. At night he had snuck off to explore and had ended up wandering further from the house then planned. Tom was by a river when a sudden creature appeared, bursting from the shadows and attacking him. To this day he doesn't know why it didn't kill him, but it left him for dead, dropping him in the river. It was later the next day someone found him. Tom only just managed to cling to life and was thankfully returned to his family when his wounds had healed. He still has white, slightly puckered scars across his chest and right shoulder from where he was bitten. Because of this incident Tom has a fear of very deep water. He's a hard worker and always looks out for what is best for the pack. Even if this means taking a mate. Sometimes he can be a little over confident in his abilities and gets defensive when his pride is attacked.
Appearance: Imagine in clothes of the correct time period

Wolf Form: His wolf form is just smaller then a horse in height, average height for most werewolves.
Tom's wolf form

Name: Ella smith

Age :15

Gender female

Human

Appearance:http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/p...ledel/tuck.jpg

A little about her : She is as innocent as she looks. Very kind hearted but is clumsy as well. Got picked on her whole life and always dreamed of having someone to defend her. She is more in her own world then she is in the real one. She dreams of prince charming everyday and hopes he comes to save her some day soon. She is a waitress as a coffee shop where she works long hours to be able to support herself. She is all alone in the world except for some good close friends.

Tom yawned as he straightened out some of the produce set neatly on the shelves. Normally he was never this tired, something the old man he worked for pointed out with some level of concern. However Tom just waved it away with a cheerful smile.
"Sorry sir, I couldn't sleep last night, I'll be fine though." He answered before brushing his hands off on his trousers. "I should be heading back home, mother might be worrying otherwise." He said with an apologetic grin. The old man nodded, knowing how his employee's parents were. They had always been rather protective over their son ever since the strange attack when he was younger.

As the bell to the door rang, he let it swing shut quietly before bounding away down the street. The young man had no intention of returning home. It was something his family had long become used to. It wasn't as if he actually lived with them, but his mother did like to check every now and then to see how he was. Tonight though, Tom had another goal in mind. Racing down the back allies, he lifted his head, gazing at the dark sky. It was almost night, there was a slight shine of the sun on the horizon. Laughing loudly he cupped his hands around his mouth before letting out a low howl, sounding strangely wolfish for a 'human'. It was his way of summoning the others.

Ella finished cleaning the the tables in the coffee shop. They were expecting a lot of people tonight since the Coffee shop was such a wonderful social place. Ella began to see the moon come up it looked beautiful it was a full moon tonight. And as the stories say Men turn into wolves and go off into the night. Myths that's all Ella thought of them. She did not believe in those stories because she thought they were lies. Just a forum of entertainment that is all.

Once the pack had assembled, still in their human forms thankfully, Tom smiled to them all. They quickly greeted each other, the usual shake of hands, grasping of the other's shoulder, a glance to the ground if you were lower in rank. Formalities were finished with swiftly and the pack started to relax. Tom perched himself on a box that had been thrown out some time ago judging by the look of it.
"I thought we would head to the coffee shop, you know, that nice local one. It should be open now and we've still got some time to kill before the full moon is high enough in the sky for us." He suggested. The idea was greeted with howls and cheers from the others and, grinning, Tom slipped off of the box.

He began to walk down the street, followed by the other 'wolves'. Without having to turn around, he could tell they were messing about, play fighting, racing each other in short bursts. The full moon always gave them so much energy, even if the transformation was nothing short of agonising. Still smiling, he gently pushed open the door to the Coffee Shop, giving the girl inside a nod as he held the door for the others bundling inside.

Ella was in the kitchen working on finish cleaning the dishes from earlier in the day.
She walked out of the kitchen and went behind the counter to start serving people coffee.
She saw the group of guys walk in and was happy that meant more customers.

((Just to say I won't be able to reply for a while 'cause I'm visiting some old friends I haven't seen for a long time. I'll be gone for about four days))