Name: Sage Acker

Gender: Male

Age: 19 years

Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes unique to werewolves, Tall (5'9''), very tan skin since he lives out in the streets, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left eye, Very slim and light (His father has never really taken care of him, and he normally stays outside of the village in the woods near it), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he wears tattered and thin clothes which are similar to that of the lower class citizens, he wears pretty much the same thing all the time because he's looked down upon due to his creature nature.

Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with humans, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything

Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way

Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the streets and forests nearby well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong

Other: He lives in the woods and streets and moves from place to place - he has no home other than the wild. His weapon is a small dagger he has with him at all times that he made himself. His mother was a werewolf, and as such he has some werewolf characteristics. His father hates him for it, and he's seen as the lower class of mystic creature. However, as he's only half werewolf, he can't fully transform (which is kept secret since his father uses his werewolf status to blame things on him). This leads to full moon nights and other nights he should be transforming to half transforming and trying to transform fully, but his human body won't do it. It's painful and the nights are very long, but his father doesn't care and he's alone when this all happens or he knows he'll be severely punished by his father.

(If there's anything else you want lmk)

(I'm home so I can start with something small just to get the setting figured out and stuff lol)

Sage bustled around the dirty tavern from one table to another, taking orders and bringing food and drinks to the people in it. He hadn't slept or eaten anything the past two days, and was trying to keep his pace up and get orders right...he knew that if he messed something up things would get really bad really quickly. Well, even more really bad than it already was. Whatever. He just continued to run between the kitchens and tables, carrying trays piled high with drinks and food. There was a huge fesival going on in the town square that night, and the later it got, the busier the tavern got. And the busier the tavern got, the more upright the boss got. Which meant Sage had better stay away from the man. He went out of his way to avoid him, but it took longer than walking straight to the kitchens. His boss yelled something and shook his fist. Sage couldn't hear him because he was across the room from him and the tavern was full of loud, drunk men and women. Sage couldn't wonder what his boss had said for long though, he had more orders to fill, and besides he was probably just cursing and threatening him, which was common. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the next three or four orders and rushed out again, weaving between tables and delivering orders. He was the only one working tonight, due to the festival, everyone else would be there. He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed another few orders, no time to even shake his sweaty hair out of his face.

Sage ran out from the kitchen again, carrying four platters of food and drink, walking around all the tables as he hurried to give people their stuff. A group of girls was giggling at one of the tables he dropped food at, and as he turned to leave one th grabbed him. "What do we have here," she cooked. "A pretty little snack?" Sage scowled and untangled himself from her grasp. "If you want to pay for a bed and...companion...tonight, you'll have to take that issue up with the tavern owner. I don't decide when I do that kind of work." He walked off, grabbing another four platters and delivering its contents before stopping at the table in the corner. "Can I get you anything, miss," he said with a fake cheerful voice. Most of the people here were drunk and wouldn't notice the undertones of exhaustion and annoyance, so he didn't bother trying to hide those. A few men started fighting in the other corner and Sage sighed and looked over in their direction. "Hey, cut it out," he yelled. They all looked at him and grinned. "We ain't listening to someone of the lowest social rank boy," they sneered. "You can't tell us what to do." Sage scowled. "Yeah, well, all that means is you either listen to me or I kill you and store your bodies in the freezer until I find time to get rid of them," he snapped at them. "I'm not afraid to spend time in another dungeon. So what's it gonna be?" The men grumbled among themselves, but sat down again and Sage turned back to the girl, taking a steadying breath. "Sorry about that, miss. Would you like to order anything?"

(no worries!)

Sage nodded when the girl finally spoke, nose twitching slightly. She smelled.... different. He wasn't sure why, but he did take a mental note that she wasn't just any old customer. It wasn't hard to see she had money, and wasn't exactly an alcohol or anything, the way she dressed and carried herself. But he wasn't going to ask any questions...she was polite, so he'd be polite to her. He gave what he got, so he just chirped, "coming right up," and whisked away again, handing some people their food, taking a few more orders, and then moving back to the kitchen to grab more. It was maybe five to ten minutes later he handed the girl her order, with a rather forced smile. "If there's anything else you need just wave me over," he told her before moving on to set the trays in his other hand down on another table and moving on again to grab more. It was the same cycle, over and over again, until the tavern closed later that night. Then he'd either be cleaning, or up in a room where the tavern owner assigned him. He'd much rather be cleaning than sleeping with someone, however he did need to sleep at some point, so he wasn't even sure what he wanted that night.

Sage had handed the drink off to the girl, giving her a small smile as he did so, before heading off again, handing some other people their drinks, as well as some food. It was mostly drinks by this time though, as the only people left this late at night were the drunken fools who'd be here until he kicked them out for the night when the tavern closed up. He continued to work for a while longer, noticing the girl he'd handed the drink to going up to the tavern owner and inwardly sighed. So he'd probably be assigned a room. He supposed if he got some sleep it would be helpful ...but getting tossed at someone just so they could boss him around in bed for their own pleasure wasn't exactly something he appreciated. In fact, he'd have stopped working here because of it a long time ago, if he didn't have to provide for his daughter. That was the whole reason he was here, working so hard. His wife...er, previous wife, he supposed....had been killed a while back. No one really knew why or who had killed her....but her body was found in pieces in the woods one morning. It looked like she'd been attacked by something. So, of course his father blamed him, like he always did. Luckily, his father was also always drunk, so sage could avoid him fairly easily, and no one really took him seriously. They knew he was part werewolf, which sent plenty of issues his way. Such as....no one wanted to hire him. He'd gotten in here, and he barely got paid anything. Rooms he only got paid for if the person he was with decided to tip. Which was extremely rare. But he had a job, and he was thankful for that at least. It gave them something, even if he was still hungry all the time. He didn't look like he was starving at a glance, due to the athletic body his werewolf genes gave him....but if you saw him up close and looked long enough, you could see he was thinking, and definitely malnourished. Exhausted. No one had noticed or cared much yet, and he didn't expect them to. Which was almost better. No one wanted to fuck someone who looked ill, and if he got ripped even a bit, it meant one more night his daughter didn't go hungry.

When the man stayed slumped down, sage didn't really care much. He simply worked at clearing out the drunks, many of whom had passed out by then, and shooing them away once the tavern had closed down. There was something off about the man's smell....but between how tired he was and the overwhelming smell of alcohol, his wolf like senses didn't do much other than give him a headache.

Once they were all outside though, he moved to wipe off counters and such. The tavern owner handed him keys though, and pointed to the hallway the rooms were in. He held in a sigh, still not knowing if he wanted this or not. But he finished cleaning quickly, and then moved to creep into the room and slide inside, greeting the girl with a quiet nod and heasitating after closing the door, not sure where she wanted him.