Alair Breckenridge

[Alair]

Name: Alair Claus Breckenridge
Nicknames: Al is the one most commonly used by those who prefer using nicknames, but Alair will also answer to his middle name as well as his last.
Race: Werewolf- bitten
Occupation: Pack Member
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian
Age: 30
Clothing: Alair prefers comfort to style for the vast majority of the time, typically wearing jeans and a T-shirt, sweater or sweatshirt, depending on the weather and what he might feel like on any given day. He likes his shirts to be in calmer colors- white, black, light to dark gray, deeper blues, reds and greens. All of his T-shirts are plain- Alair finds prints too garish for his tastes, though he certainly thinks no less of anyone who might wear printed shirts. He has a few pairs of slacks- all in black- and some neat button down shirts- in white, dark blue and black- but those are reserved for occasions when he might need- or wish to- appear neat. For day to day wear, he has a pair of well worn and comfortable white sneakers, but in the back of his closet, kept in their box more so that he can find them both easily rather than to protect them, he has a pair of neat black dress shoes. He also has a heavy pair of black boots for when he feels that his sneakers are not neat enough but his dress shoes are too neat. In case he needs it, Alair has a dark brown leather bomber jacket that is just a bit longer than waist length.
Height: 6”
Weight: 165 lbs.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Jewellery: None, he doesn’t really like wearing any.
Body Modifications: A medium sized scar on his right temple that he got when someone pushed him down some stairs when he was fifteen and several large scars on his chest from where the werewolf who turned him attempted to tear him open.

Wolf Form
Build: To put it simply, Alair’s wolf form is what people would call a ‘typical’ wolf, with a narrow chest and powerful legs for running. While he is strictly quadruped, Alair is built for a combination of both speed and power, though he is, admittedly, not nearly as powerful as many of his pack mates.
Height: 3’5
Weight: 209 lbs
Hair: Thick and fully covering, Alair’s wolf is a combination of gray, black, brown and white.
Eyes: Golden yellow
Defining Marks: A long, bushy tail.

Pack
Pack: Rayne’s Pack
Position: Pack Member
Territory: Rayne’s portion of Los Angeles

Hair
Length: A few inches all over.
Style: Alair prefers to let his hair do whatever it will once he brushes it in the morning, so sometimes it’s laying flat and sometimes it stands up in spikes.
Color: Brown

Facial Hair
Length: Very short, if any at all.
Style: Minimal

Eyes
Color: Brown
Oddities: As with other werewolves, Alair’s eyes will flash/flood their lupine color during periods of especially heightened emotions or when he’s attempting to tease or intimidate.

Personality: For as long as he can remember, Alair has loved learning more than anything. There is no subject that Alair isn’t interested in, though languages are his real passion, something he seems to have inherited from his linguist parents. If he has the opportunity to learn a new language- or anything new, really- Alair will always jump at the chance. He’s very much aware of the fact that he doesn’t need to know how to speak as many languages as he does, but it’s one of his passions and he wants to learn as many as he possibly can. It’s a hunger for him and it seems to be one that he can’t satisfy, which is perfectly fine with him. Alair believes that continuing to learn throughout life is one of the smartest things that someone can do.

While many might think that Alair is a completely serious individual because of his more studious tendencies, that isn’t exactly true. Alair loves to joke and laugh with his pack mates, though it’s more so he can forget than anything else. Alair has the tendency to dwell on what might have happened to his sister when he doesn’t have something to keep himself busy with. Even when he does, his mind can sometimes wander and he will find himself thinking about his sister when only a moment before he had been focused on something else entirely. The most effective thing in keeping him from focusing on Demetria’s fate is surrounding himself with others and talking or laughing with them. This is by no means the only reason he speaks with his pack mates- he thoroughly enjoys spending time with them, but doing so does help to keep him from dwelling for a while.

Alair is an extremely loyal individual, knowing that not only does the pack deserve that for taking him in, but because several members saved his life. While he tries to be unwaveringly loyal, Alair finds himself wondering about the current alphas. He has been silently watching and, while he had never been a part of any other pack, he can’t help but think that Rayne and Dante don’t seem to be particularly active in their pack; Alair is certain that this is not how it’s supposed to be, though he supposes that he could be wrong. Even with his questions about the pack’s leaders, Alair is loyal to them. After all, they let him stay with the pack and that in itself is more than enough to keep Alair loyal to them while they are in charge. He does, however, sometimes wonder if the pack would feel more like a proper unit if others led them.

Weaknesses: As is typical with werewolves, Alair is highly allergic to silver, which can do anything from burn him, to kill him, depending upon the severity of the contact. Due to his age, he is incapable of controlling his wolf or transformation during the nights of the full moon. His sister’s fate haunts him to the point that Alair can sometimes miss important things going on or being said around him because he will find himself suddenly thinking about what happened to his sister rather than actually paying attention. Alair can barely manage to fight enough to defend himself and it’s really best that he leaves it to someone else.

Abilities: As is natural, Alair has all of the abilities of a werewolf- heightened senses, agility, speed, stamina, strength and healing capabilities. Also, as the son of two linguists, Alair grew up learning different languages and, along with English, is fluent in Russian, Greek, French, Spanish, Latin and Italian and knows enough Portuguese and Welsh that he could get by in a conversation. He can sing and play guitar fairly well and is attempting to teach himself to play the piano.

Weapons: None

Prized Possessions: His collection of audio books, which are in a number of languages.

Home(s): The Four Seasons with the rest of Rayne’s pack.

History: Born to Shane and Eliza Breckenridge in Los Angeles, Alair has lived in the city his entire life. His parents, both linguists who not only worked at nearby universities but also did translation work on the side, were quick to decide that they would introduce him to other languages once he was ready for them, knowing that being capable of conversing in languages other than English could open up doors for him later in life. They did not, however, force it on him, knowing that if he didn’t want to learn how to speak the languages, then he wouldn’t put in the work needed to learn them properly.

During his early years, Alair’s parents would occasionally use phrases in various languages and then tell him what they translated to just to introduce him to the fact that there were other languages in the world than English. When he began speaking, he started to attempt repeating the phrases when his parents said them, much to their delight. Even so, they still refused to push him to learn more, knowing that it had to be his decision to learn more when he was old enough to decide such a thing for himself.

When people would comment about his unusual name, Alair would proudly declare that it was Latin and that his parents were linguists well before he understood what it actually meant. It was clear that he had the basic concept, but he was still too young for them to go into the actual details of what their chosen profession was.

At the age of five, Alair became a big brother. His sister, Demetria, was the daughter that his mother had always desired, but she was careful not to play favorites, knowing from experience how doing so could cause pain to the other child. Alair quickly became used to the thought of being a big brother and wanted to help in any way that he could. It was about that time that he started talking about wanting to learn other languages, so when Demetria was sleeping or being tended to by one of their parents, the other would sit down with him and start teaching him, going slowly and making sure that he always knew that he didn’t have to learn if he didn’t want to. But Alair wanted to and was a quick study. By the time he was ten, he could hold a conversation in Latin and Spanish as easily as he could in English and he was on the verge of getting equally good with Greek.

Alair was constantly picked on by his schoolmates because he preferred to learn languages rather than play sports and, by the time he was twelve, he hated going to school just because he knew that the others were going to tease him mercilessly. When he was fifteen, someone actually pushed him down the steps inside the school, which resulted in Alair gaining a gash to his right temple and a broken right arm, which he landed on. When the younger brother of the boy who had pushed Alair bragged about what his brother had done the next day during school, Demetria punched him in the nose despite him being two years older than her, earning herself a suspension from school for fighting. After those incidents, Shane and Eliza began to home school Alair and Demetria, preferring to avoid repeats of both incidents.

Deciding that it might be a good idea to teach their children how to play a musical instrument- they were both more than fair singers and deeply enjoyed music- Shane began to teach Alair how to play the guitar once his arm was out of the cast and Eliza taught Demetria how to play the violin.

From then on, things were peaceful for the Breckenridge family until Alair was twenty-six. Having graduated college, Alair was considering teaching at a university and his sister was an English major. Their parents, having decided that they had had enough of California had moved to Italy, leaving both of their children with open invitations to join them there if they ever decided that they wanted to. Since it was just them, Alair had decided to take Demetria out to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. They had gone to dinner and then a club and were walking back to Demetria’s apartment, cutting through a back alleyway when they realized that they were no longer alone. They found themselves surrounded by six people, three in front and three behind. But the people weren’t people. They were werewolves, as they were quick to reveal when they transformed.

One of those in front of them tackled Alair to the ground and started ripping into him. The others were distracted enough by the smell of blood and the sounds of his screams that Demetria was able to break past their ranks and run at a vehement command from her brother. The last time Alair saw his little sister, she had five werewolves chasing her through the alleyway.

The werewolf attacking Alair seemed to be taking his time, trying to make the human suffer as much as possible. Having lost a good deal of blood, Alair was only partially conscious when several large shapes attacked the werewolf and ran it off. By the time the werewolf was gone, Alair had blacked out.

Late the next day, Alair found himself surprised when he woke up. He had been convinced that he was going to die in that alley, so needless to say, he had not thought that he was ever going to wake up again. It didn’t take long for things to be explained to him. The werewolf that had so clearly intended to kill him had turned him- his wounds were already beginning to heal, but that was the least of his worries. He inquired as to his sister’s state only to be told that they had found no one else. There were no signs of his sister and, when he tried calling her, there was no answer.

Physically, Alair healed from the night in the care of Rayne’s pack, his chest scarred from the attack, but emotionally, he was a bit of a wreck. He couldn’t get a hold of his parents or his sister, the latter of whom he refused to write off as dead until he knew for certain. He wanted to search for her, but the problem with that was not only did he not know where to look, but he was more than a little afraid that the werewolves would track him down and attempt to finish what had been started. It took a good deal of convincing, but he was finally convinced by some of the pack members to stay with them, where he could learn about being a werewolf and be safely secluded during the full moon.

As time has passed, Alair has settled into the pack, allowing himself to open up a bit to some of the other members and making friends. He’s glad that he stayed- he knows that it was the best decision that he could make- but he still wonders what became of Demetria and hopes that he’ll find out someday. Until then, he refuses to admit that it’s likely she’s dead.