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RAJAN KRISHNAN
| MALE GENDER | THIRTY-THREE AGE | JULY 28 BIRTHDATE | WEREWOLF SPECIES |
| INDIAN WOLF ANIMAL | NYC LOCATION | LOOKING FOR PACK AFFILIATION | BARTENDER OCCUPATION |
personality
| POSITIVE - adventurous - charismatic - energetic - Happy-go-lucky - Easy Going - flirtatious - loving | NEGATIVE - Vain - Childish - Easily discouraged - Nit picky - direct - has an ego - rash |
biography
Rajan Krishnan was born to a sizable family living in a village that bordered Delhi, perhaps a four day walk from the city itself. The family made a living running a convenience shop in the village, often getting most of their supplies from Delhi itself and then selling it cheaply in their home. Raj was the second oldest of the four siblings and the only boy out of the bunch. Nestled comfortably between being coddled by his mother and respected by his father, Raj grew up loved for who he was- something that would never slip from the boy’s head.
These childhood years of Rajan were a combination of love and adventure. He could never just ‘sit still’ and while he had to help out at the family’s store, he would often abandon his post by the till to go out and make the trek to Delhi with his father. This made Raj’s mother upset but she couldn’t say anything when both her son and husband were fine with Raj traveling at such a young age. Once in the city, Raj would leave his father just for a little bit (he wouldn’t go too far, he promised) to explore. He loved the sights and colors! The barrage of scents and people that would invade his body- it all felt so different then the sparseness of his village. It was at that point Rajan knew he was a city boy despite being country born and bred.
And when Rajan and his father returned to the village, Raj was once again faced with the reality of how bored he was at the shop. He would start adventuring further out at night to explore the places around the village, returning back home before his parents could even notice. Raj was a pre-teen around this time and had started to grow into his body and looks. Having the local girls giggle over the jokester’s presence as he would flirt and charm them over with acts of ‘courage’. Having been loved all his life and now adored by the village for his looks and charisma, it was only natural that Raj started building an ego about himself. When he adventured now he would avoid places exceptionally muddy or dirty. After all, he didn’t want to soil himself.
In his sixteenth year, Rajan was feeling particularly cooped up one night and decided to go for the mother of all explores. He would head not to the direction of Delhi but the opposite way, the way that lead to a wilderness as far as Raj could see and then some. Perhaps a foolish idea, Raj never thought twice about it, leaping off into the darkness to challenge himself and amuse his mind. He thought himself lucky that the moon was full and bright that night; he didn’t need to bring anything to see with.
Well into the night, Raj was attacked. He didn’t hear the animal approach, he didn’t even know there was something out there till he felt a burning pain in the back of his thigh. Frightened, alone, and fueled by adrenaline, Rajan tried to fight back, kicking at the animal, a huge mass of fur, as he ran for a nearby tree. It took the teenager multiple attempts to climb the tree as the wolf (he recognized the creature now) dug into his right leg. The beast slashed open the back of his thigh to right above his ankle. The pain was nothing that Raj had ever felt before.
He barely made it up the tree, holding on for his life, when he looked down at the animal. Raj didn’t know that the Indian wolves made it out this far but this one just…looked different than any normal wolf. But before Rajan could study the creature more or yell at it to frighten the beast away, he heard more howls echo across the night. That in itself was strange as Indian wolves didn't normally howl. Rajan believed the rest of the pack was coming to kill him. He blacked out shortly after that.
When Rajan regained consciousness it was days later. The local doctor of the village had taken care of Raj’s leg wounds but suggested that the boy would need a long time to recover from the attack before he could walk fully again. This was nearly twenty years before the supernatural world revealed itself and even then a small village of Rajan’s home would have a hard time believing such legends. It never occurred to anyone that the wolf that had attacked Raj was more than animal.
For the longest time Raj was struck with fever and pain, something so powerful that the boy could only wail on his cot while his parents fretted around him. Even the doctor ran out of painkillers to give Rajan, saying now that the fate of the boy was in the god’s hands. It took Rajan almost a month to heal and, when he was finally well enough to walk with crutches, he felt different. His mother would remark how warm the teenager felt to the touch, wondering if his fever still lingered, and he said nothing about how intense the world smelt to him. It was like he was sensing everything more than he ever could.
Curiosity ranked higher than fear and pain in Raj and, once again, he limped his way with a cane to the area he was attacked. He never thought he’d be approached by two older men and a woman. He never thought that they would explain their blood to him, explain werewolves to him, explain that one of their own had gotten loose during the last full moon and had attacked Raj before they could stop him. He never thought they said he may have the curse in his blood now.
The pack warned Raj that if he was a werewolf now he would transform into a wolf the next night on a full moon. They warmed him the pain would be even more than the initial attack and that his mind would not be his own since he was so young and so inexperienced. The wolf pack offered Raj a safe place to transform, if he did, so he wouldn’t put his family and village at risk. Rajan agreed, spending his first transformation locked in a concrete shed far away from his village and the other transforming wolves.
And the pack was right- it was the worst pain Rajan had ever felt.
Knowing he couldn’t continue to live with his family and learn how to control his abilities, Raj told his parents that he was moving to Delhi to work and would come back to bring back money when he could. His parents were saddened but Raj was old enough to do this if he wished and allowed for it. After this Rajan would work in Delhi and then return to the wilderness to live with his new pack. Rajan lived this way for the next seventeen years.
In the past five the awareness of supernatural creatures came out and the mix of emotions in Delhi and the surrounding villages separated Raj’s pack. Some were killed, others left to different cities, and eventually he was on his own. His family still didn’t know of his affliction and, upon hearing that America had a better life for people like him, Rajan set off to New York City.
For the last year he worked at a bar, earning his keep and a little bit more from the gracious tippers. Money that he had left over he sent back to his family, still loving and wanting to support them even though he moved countries. He hadn't found another werewolf pack and Rajan was torn between letting other people know what he was and dealing with that backlash. But he knew a pack was out there, it was just the matter of finding the right one.
What Rajan hadn't expected to find was a werecat by the name of Azalea. Despite her smelling like a feline through and through Raj found himself attracted to the woman whenever she entered his bar. He would flirt and charm his way to her heart only to realize he wasn't the only one batting their eyes at the fashion designer. Not enjoying the other gazes on Aza, Rajan eventually asked her out and the pair turned from a fun romp to something serious.
During this year Rajan realized that his heart belonged to Aza and Aza alone. He asked her to travel with him back to India where he planned to gain the blessing of his family and pop the question. Everything went smoothly and the pair married each other and have now returned back to New York City to start a life together. And Rajan can't wait to have a family with Aza. She is his world.
Appearance wise Rajan often changes his hair, cutting it short or letting it fall long. His beard keeps in the same manner, growing full one week, gone the next, or a nice stubble in between. As someone as vain as Rajan, he certainly likes to keep himself looking the best. He speaks with a thick Indian accent though he is fluent in English as well as his mother tongue.
These childhood years of Rajan were a combination of love and adventure. He could never just ‘sit still’ and while he had to help out at the family’s store, he would often abandon his post by the till to go out and make the trek to Delhi with his father. This made Raj’s mother upset but she couldn’t say anything when both her son and husband were fine with Raj traveling at such a young age. Once in the city, Raj would leave his father just for a little bit (he wouldn’t go too far, he promised) to explore. He loved the sights and colors! The barrage of scents and people that would invade his body- it all felt so different then the sparseness of his village. It was at that point Rajan knew he was a city boy despite being country born and bred.
And when Rajan and his father returned to the village, Raj was once again faced with the reality of how bored he was at the shop. He would start adventuring further out at night to explore the places around the village, returning back home before his parents could even notice. Raj was a pre-teen around this time and had started to grow into his body and looks. Having the local girls giggle over the jokester’s presence as he would flirt and charm them over with acts of ‘courage’. Having been loved all his life and now adored by the village for his looks and charisma, it was only natural that Raj started building an ego about himself. When he adventured now he would avoid places exceptionally muddy or dirty. After all, he didn’t want to soil himself.
In his sixteenth year, Rajan was feeling particularly cooped up one night and decided to go for the mother of all explores. He would head not to the direction of Delhi but the opposite way, the way that lead to a wilderness as far as Raj could see and then some. Perhaps a foolish idea, Raj never thought twice about it, leaping off into the darkness to challenge himself and amuse his mind. He thought himself lucky that the moon was full and bright that night; he didn’t need to bring anything to see with.
Well into the night, Raj was attacked. He didn’t hear the animal approach, he didn’t even know there was something out there till he felt a burning pain in the back of his thigh. Frightened, alone, and fueled by adrenaline, Rajan tried to fight back, kicking at the animal, a huge mass of fur, as he ran for a nearby tree. It took the teenager multiple attempts to climb the tree as the wolf (he recognized the creature now) dug into his right leg. The beast slashed open the back of his thigh to right above his ankle. The pain was nothing that Raj had ever felt before.
He barely made it up the tree, holding on for his life, when he looked down at the animal. Raj didn’t know that the Indian wolves made it out this far but this one just…looked different than any normal wolf. But before Rajan could study the creature more or yell at it to frighten the beast away, he heard more howls echo across the night. That in itself was strange as Indian wolves didn't normally howl. Rajan believed the rest of the pack was coming to kill him. He blacked out shortly after that.
When Rajan regained consciousness it was days later. The local doctor of the village had taken care of Raj’s leg wounds but suggested that the boy would need a long time to recover from the attack before he could walk fully again. This was nearly twenty years before the supernatural world revealed itself and even then a small village of Rajan’s home would have a hard time believing such legends. It never occurred to anyone that the wolf that had attacked Raj was more than animal.
For the longest time Raj was struck with fever and pain, something so powerful that the boy could only wail on his cot while his parents fretted around him. Even the doctor ran out of painkillers to give Rajan, saying now that the fate of the boy was in the god’s hands. It took Rajan almost a month to heal and, when he was finally well enough to walk with crutches, he felt different. His mother would remark how warm the teenager felt to the touch, wondering if his fever still lingered, and he said nothing about how intense the world smelt to him. It was like he was sensing everything more than he ever could.
Curiosity ranked higher than fear and pain in Raj and, once again, he limped his way with a cane to the area he was attacked. He never thought he’d be approached by two older men and a woman. He never thought that they would explain their blood to him, explain werewolves to him, explain that one of their own had gotten loose during the last full moon and had attacked Raj before they could stop him. He never thought they said he may have the curse in his blood now.
The pack warned Raj that if he was a werewolf now he would transform into a wolf the next night on a full moon. They warmed him the pain would be even more than the initial attack and that his mind would not be his own since he was so young and so inexperienced. The wolf pack offered Raj a safe place to transform, if he did, so he wouldn’t put his family and village at risk. Rajan agreed, spending his first transformation locked in a concrete shed far away from his village and the other transforming wolves.
And the pack was right- it was the worst pain Rajan had ever felt.
Knowing he couldn’t continue to live with his family and learn how to control his abilities, Raj told his parents that he was moving to Delhi to work and would come back to bring back money when he could. His parents were saddened but Raj was old enough to do this if he wished and allowed for it. After this Rajan would work in Delhi and then return to the wilderness to live with his new pack. Rajan lived this way for the next seventeen years.
In the past five the awareness of supernatural creatures came out and the mix of emotions in Delhi and the surrounding villages separated Raj’s pack. Some were killed, others left to different cities, and eventually he was on his own. His family still didn’t know of his affliction and, upon hearing that America had a better life for people like him, Rajan set off to New York City.
For the last year he worked at a bar, earning his keep and a little bit more from the gracious tippers. Money that he had left over he sent back to his family, still loving and wanting to support them even though he moved countries. He hadn't found another werewolf pack and Rajan was torn between letting other people know what he was and dealing with that backlash. But he knew a pack was out there, it was just the matter of finding the right one.
What Rajan hadn't expected to find was a werecat by the name of Azalea. Despite her smelling like a feline through and through Raj found himself attracted to the woman whenever she entered his bar. He would flirt and charm his way to her heart only to realize he wasn't the only one batting their eyes at the fashion designer. Not enjoying the other gazes on Aza, Rajan eventually asked her out and the pair turned from a fun romp to something serious.
During this year Rajan realized that his heart belonged to Aza and Aza alone. He asked her to travel with him back to India where he planned to gain the blessing of his family and pop the question. Everything went smoothly and the pair married each other and have now returned back to New York City to start a life together. And Rajan can't wait to have a family with Aza. She is his world.
Appearance wise Rajan often changes his hair, cutting it short or letting it fall long. His beard keeps in the same manner, growing full one week, gone the next, or a nice stubble in between. As someone as vain as Rajan, he certainly likes to keep himself looking the best. He speaks with a thick Indian accent though he is fluent in English as well as his mother tongue.
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