Background

Koert’s always been a little off. His parents would say that there was something not quite right about that boy. His teachers would agree. So would the Army when he tried to join. Most everything he’s tried to do in his life hasn’t worked out to the greatest success on account that the man just rubs people the wrong way. He tends to look at them a little too blankly, stare at them a little too hungrily. It’s not his fault, he’d say. He just likes being a wolf too much. When Koert was born, a little something extra came out with him. His parents thought it was weird as hell but were too afraid to get rid of the old thing. It’s just as well. Koert likes being a wolf. He spends his days dreaming about when he’ll get to wear it again and when he does, well then, there’s not much that can ignore Koert. It’s freeing. Liberating. Now that he knows there’s others out there too, he finally feels like he’s found folks who will understand.

Description

Koert isn’t what most people would call a handsome man; his looks are unusual and his eyes tend to be just a little too vacant or a little too intense. He keeps his hair cut short and often has a slightly rank smell about him from driving a garbage truck day in and out. It’s a good living though; pays the bills well enough, without much extra. Gives him supplies to tinker with. Gives him a way to get rid of the bodies when his runs get a little too wild.

Storytelling Hints

You don’t truly understand ‘normal’ people and you never really have, which has led you to develop a sense of isolation from the masses. If you weren’t blooded, you might be mildly autistic… hell, you still might be that. The wolf is your alter ego though and when you’re the wolf then everything is simpler. One of these nights, you figure you might just put the pelt on and never go back. But your new ‘family’ needs you. You find things, useful things. You cart away other less useful things. You know where the bodies are buried. You took care of them yourself.