Dragos' Werecard

From: Envigo@aol.com

Human Name: Jesus, pronounced (Hey-zues)
Were Name: Dragos
Phenotype: Black wolf
Shifting Ability: mental/psi/spiritual
Birthdate: 09/19/79
Birthplace: VT
Home Territory: Green Mountains
Dream Territory: Thick, very heavily wooded forests, with lots and lots of
snow.
Physical Description, Human: 5'8", 210lbs, Black hair, dark eyes, very
muscular.
Physical Description, Were: I'm not for sure, I believe; fairly large
somewhat resembling a rotteweiler in appearance. Really unknown, when in
state not to lucid.
Human Career: Night Security
Hobbies/Interests: anything that could cause pain.
Favorite Movies: Scarface, Gladiator
Favorite Were-movie: American Werewolf in Paris. I hate the French.
Favorite Literature: poetry, Edgar Allen Poe
Favorite Personal Quote: Let slip the dogs of war! don't remember
Favorite Song/Band(s): Satan by Rorschach Test
Favorite Season: Late fall/early winter
Favorite Holidays: Halloween
Preferred Prey: Moose
Hunting Tips: Stalk, then wait till the last second, finally strike, go to
the jugular and hang on.
Preferred Method of Attack: Ambush
Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast: Dragon
Feelings Toward Vampires: All right, everyone needs a friend.
Feelings Toward Normal Humans: Fine, only met a few who I could trust.
Personal Therianthropy: It is something all its own, almost a split
personality. When I'm in the state of transformation, I call it the "Zone",
I lose all sense of fear, worry, or any real emotion. It is
semi-controlable, but I become extremely volatile for a short or moderate
period of time. After I fall into a state of euphoria. At times its a
blessing, I love being out in the woods, away from everything. I could stay
forever, that wouldn't help my relationship any. That is when I feel most at
home.
I set short term goals, I have had no problems attaining them.
My first transformation was after my mother died, I retreated to my family's
hunting camp in Canada, near Hudson bay. I loved the time away, I did a lot
of hunting up there. One morning I woke up way out back of camp, I didn't
remember getting there though. When I got back my uncle was there and he
mentioned something and I lost it, the next thing I remember was him on the
ground cringing because he was frightened by me. I don't know what I did,
but it felt good, like a high. I wish I could do that often. Since then it
has happened quite frequently, 2-3 times a month. No one has gotten hurt
since the first time.

The Therianthropy myth as I see it is a beautiful aspect of life I wish
everyone got to go through. I just wish Hollywood wouldn't paint such a
gruesome and grotesque theme around it.