Frederick Johannes, Pack Alpha

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FREDERICK JOHANNES
originaly Fridolf Han
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Gender: Male

Age: 80

Marital Status: Single

Personality:

Compassionate} Some say it will be the death of him. He’s the kind of man that’ll give you the shirt off of his back and has done so on several occasions. He doesn’t hesitate to give guidance to those who need it. It’s his nature. It doesn’t matter what situation it may be, if it pulls at his heart strings, he’ll get himself involved. Though, if it will endanger his pack he’ll stand aside.

Patient} One would have to be to rule over a group of hormonal supernatural beings. Every day there’s something that tries Frederick’s patience. He always takes it in stride. When his patience is tested to the point of him being disrespected, he will make sure it isn’t done again. Even then it is performed in a polite and restrained matter.

Diplomatic} Frederick always watched his father and was often present when he met and dealt with other supernaturals. He picked up very early on how to appeal to those you’re negotiating with. He also knows that a kind voice and even temper will more often than not, make things go your way.

Gentleman} Frederick is very much a gentleman, and is usually refined with his behavior. Yes, he wrestled and got rowdy when he was younger, but the need for it dissipated over the years.

Race: Canine -{ Eurasian Wolf

Occupation: College Professor -{ Literature

Affiliation: Pack

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Avatar: Goran Visnjic

Height: 6'3"

Hair: Short, black, and usually flopping around.

Eyes: Purple

Other marks: Various scratches and scrapes along his body. The most noticeable mark is a grissly scar over his chest where a rogue ripped out his colar bone.

General Appearance: Frederick isn’t a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. He does dress professionally when he ventures out of suburbia. He always seems “put together” and looks regal even when slacking. When at the pack house many describe him as tired. Being an alpha makes him look much older than his slowly aging body should.

Equiptment and Skills: Frederick is very skilled in the medical field. Very few hospitals have enough supernatural doctors to keep a wounded lycanthrope hush-hush. When the pack is off chasing a crazed rogue Frederick will dress them and treat them until they can return home, otherwise they’ll be treated at St.Joan’s in the city. If the witch residing in Norridgewood is willing, oten times they'll seek her aid as well.

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HISTORY
“I wouldn’t call it much of a childhood,” Frederick starts, he calmly pulled at the sleeves of his shirt then smoothed his hands over his slacks. It wasn’t exactly a suit, but it wasn’t sweats either. He then sat back in his chair, slouching a bit, the only visible informality found in his character. “I didn’t see my mother much. A lot of the pack father’s tried to turn their wives and if they died they couldn’t handle having a were as a child, or so they said. My father, I guess brought on a period of enlightenment. He wouldn’t turn my mother, and she definitely couldn’t handle what I was.”

“She killed herself when I was… fifteen I think. Overdose. Maybe it was a combination of me, my father, and her own family suffering. The Great Depression hit everyone hard. Not the Pack though, we managed to scrape by with no lasting damage,” he leans forward again, resting his elbows on his desk and massages his temples a bit. “I don’t blame my father; he tried his best to save her, by shunning her, warning her. I guess she was too headstrong.” He shrugged his shoulder a bit and continued with a sigh,” I grew up like every pack son should, rough housing with my ‘cousins’ and what-have-you. I went to college, and became a contributing member of society. When the draft started, I came home. We weren’t the most well documented group. We didn’t need an eyebrows getting raised. When the rogues started getting bad I had to help my pack, of course. We all came back, we always do.”

“That’s when I discovered that I do actually have a violent side,” he smiled slightly and seemed distant for a moment in memory. “The rogue’s did a number on us. There wasn’t much of a pack to begin with. When someone thinks of a pack, they imagine a fraternity of sorts. That’s not how it was,” he shook his head slightly. “We were a family. Five fathers, six sons, one daughter… It was almost as if the rogues planned it, had a strategy. They hacked us down to one father, four sons, and one daughter. The stress of being an alpha to a group of angry resentful lycanthropes wasn’t easy. That’s when he started bringing in new blood, allowing rogues to join the group. I still don’t understand why. The stress and the growing resistance got to him. My dad didn’t last long. On his death bed he told me all of his deepest… darkest secrets, then chose me as alpha. He said I was the only one who’d be able to do it. Pissed off everyone. For a while, it was only me and her,” he says, referring to his pack sister.


“They came back when they were needed,” Frederick nodded, mostly to himself. “You can never really leave the pack. It takes too much out of you. The Pack is your family. It’s your life,” he explained, his purple eyes finally acknowledging the only other person in the room. “I couldn’t expect you to understand.”

“So my life has been traveling here or there, dispatching of rogues, reading what I can get my hands on when I’m home. Playing daddy to the pack. One time, we were tracking a pair of rogues and we found a survivor. Adrian, you know. I couldn’t let him stay alone, and become yet another rogue menace. So I took him into the pack. I saw a lot of myself in him. That’s why he’s my Beta. He’s the only one I can truly trust to ‘hold down the fort’ while I’m away.”

He closed his eyes and rubbed them for a moment. "I don't teach much anymore," he said, looking even wearier than when he started. "There's just no more time for it."

"Especially with Ileiana in the picture now... That was my father’s deep dark secret. She was his deep dark secret. It spans over my families entire existence on American soil. Hundreds of years ago when the Croatan tribe captured Virginia Dare there was a disagreement. Those who wished to keep or breed with the grey eyed wolf were banished from the tribe. They were separated quite evenly and those who were banished became a nameless tribe, but they’ll always remain Croatans in their veins. These banished individuals were my ancestors. Though that makes it seem like it was so long ago. Five hundred years isn’t exactly a long time to us lycanthropes. Eventually differences were settled and the tribes became allies. There was no room for a merger. They were too different by this point. My great grandfather, my grandfather, and my father were sent to the Croatans whenever some sort of diplomacy was needed.”

“That’s why it didn’t come to a surprise to me when my father told me that he’d fallen for a Croatan woman. I don’t know if it was love, lust, or just the fact that she resembled my mother, but the result of that tryst was Ileiana. I assume the tribe tolerated it, but eventually could not tolerate her temper, nor her medical condition. It was viewed as an omen. I knew however, that it was because of my father’s old genes. He was indeed well past his breeding prime when he took that Croatan maiden. He didn’t mention the affair, or claim his daughter out of shame. It soon became my burden to carry.”

“I was summoned to the tribe. I was supposed to claim her… or they’d kill her. I didn’t personally know her, and her death wouldn’t weigh heavily on my conscience. Eleanor quickly put me in check. No matter what I could say to myself, deep down her death would weigh heavily on me. Even deeper so, I would always have her blood on my hands. She was my sister.”

“When I’d arrived they had told me she was already gone. They’d preformed the killing dance, a primitive lycanthrope ritual that is often still continued to this day. Apparently she hadn’t been the victor. They’d left her alone in the wilderness to let her die,” Frederick clears his throat. His voice seems as if it’s beginning to get too hard for him to speak.

“I… I thought I had been too late. But I found her. I brought her home. I healed her as much as I could before risking taking her to the city… Then we found out about her heart… I never really knew what it felt like to be a father. I’d never claimed a mate, and I pretty much consider Ileiana a daughter to me, despite our actual connections… she reminds me of our father sometimes. Her temper. I’ve seen my share of it, and I wouldn’t wish her anger on anyone. But all in all, she is still a child,” he chuckled playfully. “She’s not angry all of the time.”


Sample Roleplay

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Frederick crossed his fingers and placed his hands on the white linen table cloth as he leaned over the table. There were several vampires in the dining facility, undoubtedly. Even though they were meeting in public… Frederick didn’t want half the city in his business. So he leaned, as much as he’d like to distance himself away from the killer. Those fractions of centimeters were just too close, and he could already feel the blood boiling beneath his skin. “I’d like to be very blunt with you, Mr.King,” Frederick started. His lips moved quickly and to the human ear it would seem that Frederick wasn’t saying a damned thing. The plus side to being one of the greatest predators the world has ever seen is the fact that you can hear everything. Frederick could hear the heart beat of every living being in the room. He could hear their forks scraping and their teeth gnashing. It was something that took him years to tolerate, and he understood why many of his kind preferred the wild and seclusion instead of the city. “If I were to tell you exactly what I wanted with you, we wouldn’t be sitting here as calmly as we are now,” he explained. His face, his tone, betraying the feelings clawing at his chest to get out. Frederick needed to Change. Being so refined tugged at his beast. He felt as if he were chained to a stake, and waiting for his master to release him. He felt like a fucking dog. Aldenville wasn’t like it used to be. Frederick could’ve walked into the Glam Hotel and ripped Gabriel a new one and the police would just wag a finger, the Coven would turn their eyes. Everyone was so on edge… just waiting for the bomb to drop. “I’ve got a dilemma,” Frederick continued, his throat tightening, restraining himself. “If you were a lycanthrope, I’d guarantee that you would’ve been dead already. I would’ve ripped your throat out myself. But I’m tired,” he paused. He had never actually ever come right out and admitted to his weary state. Frederick glanced at Adrian. “I’m tired of being diplomatic, and sitting around while your kind runs rampant through the cities. I’m tired of waiting for the coven to step in, when I know they won’t. I’m tired of being the law,” clearing his throat he took a deep breath. “There are whispers about you, and honestly, I don’t like it. I don’t like that this city is descending further into Hell’s grasp, and how it conveniently seems to be sinking faster now that you’re here.” “I,” Frederick paused yet again, this one more dramatic than hesitant,” would like to know how long you plan on staying here. I’d like to know what you plan on doing here.”

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