RYDER, Eli Cole

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* eli cole ryder !

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name;; elisha cole ryder
nickname/s;; eli
age;; twenty-three
sexuality;; heterosexual
race;; werewolf
affiliation;; stray (for now, wanna role play him finding a pack)

Likes;;

• humps
  
• being physically spent
  
• gummy worms
  
• nature
  
• being in control
  
• writing - it's an outlet for him, a place he can be honest
  
• storms
  
• silk underwear
  
• boobs
  
• strong personalities
  
• shopping
  
• understanding why people do what they do
  
• being naked
  

Dislikes;;

• losing control
  
• his life #emo
  
• american fast food
  
• winter
  
• american culture
  
• sleeping
  
• "mouth noises" (when he can hear people eat, or lick their lips, ect)
  
• the painfully stupid
  
• being questioned
  
• being forced into things
  
• mint
  

Fears;;

• that he'll kill someone (again)
  
• that his past will catch up with him
  
• that he'll never change
  

Goals;;

• learn to control his shifting
  
• make up for the wrongs he's done to people
  
• be happy
  
• stop being a man whore
  
• stabalize his life
  

Anything else;;

• english is not his first language; he speaks many.
  
• that means he has sexy foreign accents.
  
• 
  

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This isn't a routine with you it don't mean that much to me

appearance;; Eli is a sexy slab of hunky man meat. 6”1’ and fit. Eli takes care of his body and is rewarded with an athletic and muscular physique. He isn’t your run of the mill man-on-steroids-bugged out to high hell – no – he has bulk; it shows on his arms, shoulders, back and legs, but more importantly, it’s lean and toned and cut. Every inch of him (more or less) has definition chiseled into it. You can see the muscles in his body without them being too offensive and bulky while he retains his lean, toned build down to his v-cut waist line and wash-board abs.

Pretty pretty pretty pretty. He’s got a tousle of dark, chestnut brown hair that’s kept moderately long in the front and on the top for styling purposes and shorter in the back, though still long enough to curl around his neck and ears. His eyebrows are the same color, thick, and slanted narrowly away from his eyes. His eyes in themselves are something else. While common in color – brown – they have a beautiful angular shape that compliments his face. Even more so, they seem to darken or lighten with his mood and can display any number of emotions; seemingly black when he’s angry and bright and lively when the boy smiles ( and let me tell you, his smile could knock your socks off). His jawline is soft, though angular and strong and nearly always sporting a rugged, scruffy beard that adds to his presence, his mystique.

Aesthetically, Eli is a handsome man from his overall demeanor to his looks. His face is very animated; the most subtle of gestures or movements can change the whole aura of his body and the way he’s viewed. When in a good mood he seems angelic, bright and gets noticed in a positive light. When in a bad mood he’s intimidating, closed off and others shy away – it’s all body language and his body has got it.

What many find debatable in terms of taking away or adding to his appearance are his tattoos. He has many; a few on the left side/back of his neck, two full sleeves (arms), both his hips (most notable is his pistol pointing to his man-goods), both his upper thighs and lower left leg – he just can’t get enough. Art, pain, pleasure, a fix – he can’t quite pin point why he keeps getting them nor will he try very hard to answer when asked. Lastly, he has piercings. A nostril, his septum and his left nipple ( just for funsies). Though, only his nipple piercing is ever in now a days.

His wolf for is average to large for the species, thick in the shoulders and chest with muscley, lean legs and large paws. The fur is thick and multi-colored is really the only way to describe it. It’s undercoat is a soft beige with red tones on his feet, ears, muzzle and hind quarters. Different shades of gray (light to charcoal) cover the majority of his body and give his fur a beautiful depth and contrast. His eyes are a pale golden-brown and almost match the beige in his coat but, inspected closely, have an uncountable number of slight color variations that make up the wonder and beauty of a wolf’s eye.

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personality;; The best way to describe Eli is complex. Because of life events he has two personalities aspects interacting during any given point; an ‘outter’ personality he uses to guard himself and an ‘inner’ more true personality that has become dormant as a necessity for him to do what he has to do to get by. Just because of that turmoil alone Eli has problems, and when heaped upon all the shit he’s been through it gets to be real messy – he gets to be real messy.

The part of him he shows is dark and guarded. He reveals little of himself and even lies; in fact, for the majority of his time in the United States has been a continuous lie, one after the other. He guards who he is and his past because it’s tied to many murders between himself, his family and the pack they were tied to. In truth, he’s depressed. Depressed because he was constantly separated, always angry, afraid and dealing with becoming and being a werewolf. He hates it, but the ‘beast’ part of him has more control of his own body than he does and all it takes to set it off is too much emotion; too much anger in the form of shouting, screaming and fighting (violence) sets him off the most. He has almost no control over his shifting and that makes him angry – angry because he’s vulnerable and that in turn makes him tempermental, easy to set off, and violent. He knows he shouldn’t be like this, he knows he should improve, but that’s something he’s been trying to work on since he was a young teen and hasn’t been able to make any progress.

He hates himself and indulges in what many hateful people do – he smokes, he drinks, he fights, and he sexualizes women in every meaning of the phrase. Surprisingly, over indulging in sex (or exercise/physical activity for that matter) seems to help keep him sated. He is selfish almost in the way he uses women for his own needs; he doesn’t want to use them the way he does but he believes he can’t allow anyone to get close after what happened to the first girl he loved. He’s afraid, constantly afraid, angry and hateful. But he hides all this. This is what he keeps guarded.

Beyond that, the way he portrays himself to people, is hazy. He is smooth talking and charming, flirty – he has to be to keep his way of life functioning. Talking to women, making women feel good and charming the all comes natural to him. He isn’t exactly nice, more so he’s mysterious, suave, a tempting ‘naughty’ boy that women want to conquer; he’s seductive, he’s dangerous, and positively, hatefully lustful. He is a male chauvinist at best but is good with words, natural with body language, and persuasive. The boy is a horn-ball but he’s passionate and puts all himself into what he does and it’s noticeable. He exudes self-confidence and it comes off as extremely cocky, arrogant: he’s a dick bag – he’s an ass and makes little effort to stop because it is his biggest defense, along with his temper and violence.

And the real him, the stuff that’s so shoved down , hidden and ignored is how Eli really is – or how he wants to be and once and a while it shines through the barricade he puts up in moments of weakness or of happiness. He feels defenseless, like he’s a prisoner. He needs help and he wants help. He needs a pack, or a werewolf to help him learn to control his anger and his shifting. He wants friends to help him find a better, safer outlet for his pent up rage. And he wants love, real love. While sleeping around is fun and has it’s perks, he never had the ideal family and would like one. He’s never had a stable relationship and would love one. But he’s too stubborn to ask – he is like a girl and just wants and expects someone to eventually see him for who he is and fix it without being asked. He needs to learn to be honest, to stop being scared.

He’s capable of being a fun-loving, excitable individual. The passion he feels is real and he could easily apply that to life. He’s charismatic (still an ass, ironically) but witty and humorous beyond that. Blunt, not quite honest, and lively; a young boy who missed out on all his good, carefree years who, given the chance, would embrace that. But he needs help, a strong guiding hand and when it comes to love it’ll take someone special to draw him away for the whoreish life he’s adopted.

family;; Mikeal (Me-kell) Ryder - father - a strong man who has been through a lot in his life. Did his best for Eli but in the end gave up. Has not been in contact with him for many years.
Nadia Ryder - mother - deceased, by Eli's own hands.
Cohnen Ryder - brother
Teagan Ryder - sister

history;; Due to the circumstances, Eli has chosen to withhold the location and origin of his family.

Mikeal was born a werewolf; he came from a long line of werewolves who only married and had families with werewolves, usually within the pack, but they occasionally took in newcomers to keep DNA diverse. Inbreeding did happen as people didn’t often leave or come to the distant, secluded village that the pack resided in. Mikeal, a later more modernized generation of the pack, was absolutely repulsed by the idea of having that be his future. He had dreams of leaving the small town, dreams of his own pack and dreams of marrying someone for love, not strictly to keep the family line flowing. Of course, he had to stifle those feelings for some time. While the pack was prominent and had power over the small town, wealth did not exist, neither did opportunity. They were a poor community who worked for all they had and Mikeal respected that. He finished school and helped work the family business in order to support his family. Frustrating as it was to have to put others before himself and put his own wants and dreams behind him so soon, he saw no other way; how could one live with themselves knowing they abandoned their family?

When Mikeal was twenty-five, his younger brothers eighteen and twenty-two and now able to take his place, he met the women who would forever change his life. Her name was Nadia, and she had come to town hoping to talk to the locals about the ‘rumors’ and heavy legacy of werewolves within the community. Of course, at this point in time, werewolves were secret from the human race and they intended to keep it that way. But, like with everything, there were stories and legends and those traveled and, in some cases, gained attention. The pack hoped for a quick dispel to the claims and to send Miss Nadia Holt back on her way – but Mikeal, he couldn’t. From the moment he laid eyes on her he was positively captivated, enthralled, enamored: he had to make her his.

He managed to convince the pack that he was the one to take care of the girl and set about wooing her. When she didn’t leave within the week the pack was suspicious, but said nothing. It was when the weeks kept ticking by did they begin to question Mikeal’s ability and study him closely when he interacted with the women. He was calm, patient, sincere, flirtatious…anger rose – was he courting her? The pack confronted Mikeal. His first instinct was to deny it, not knowing how they would react; would they take it out on his family, would they kill him? But the longer he thought about it and the more they argued the blasphemy of it the angrier Mikeal got. Who were they to control and direct his life? Did they seriously think they could live like this – controlling who people loved? He spoke his mind and in the end he was driven out of the pack and out of town in a violent manner. His own family disowned him, too, to protect their place in the pack.

That was the turning point in his life. He was free in the whole sense and meaning of the word and began the life he wanted, that he had dreamt of for years. He married Nadia – a human – and started a family with her. Yes, he had to come clean to her about the werewolf tidbit, and while she initially reacted as any human might: she left him, was angry, terrified, wanted to reveal them…but in the end calmed down and remembered the decent, loving person Mikeal really was. They moved to the other side of the country, near a big city to give Mikeal a taste of the real world in all its’ glory. With Nadia’s help he was able to go to, and finish, college and obtain a decent job around the time their first baby was born. In the beginning, and even throughout the pregnancy, the idea of children was in debate. Nadia was aware that they could be born werewolf and had no idea how to handle that. Mikeal had offered to change her, but advised against it, and in the end she stayed human. Both wanted kids, however, and Mikeal had to calm her fears. He loved being a werewolf and assured her he could help their kids – if born a werewolf – every step of the way.


All lingering thoughts and fears were banished when Cohnen was born. He was beautiful and everything they couple had wanted. Though, he came with his own set of difficulties; he had colic something fierce, was allergic to formula and Nadia had trouble producing enough milk – but they endured. It was a surprise when, only a mere three months after the birth of Cohnen, that Nadia revealed she was again pregnant. Such a thing happened, but it was uncommon, and not ideal for the small family. Nadia had taken work off to raise Cohnen in his early months and was now doubtful she’d be able to go back to work between the end of her maternity leave and the birth of their second child. That meant Mikeal had to bear the weight and make up for the loss of her added income. He took extra shifts, worked another job…made it work. It hit the couple hard, though. They were extremely loving and affectionate with one another and now scarcely found time to be alone.

In all reality, in only got worse with the birth of Elisha. He was a blessing, yes, and though Cohnen’s problems had subsided, they had two children now: a one year old and a newborn. Nadia desperately needed help but both her and Mikeal knew it couldn’t come from Mikeal, he had to work to keep the family afloat. They couldn’t afford to hire help, couldn’t ask for Mikeal’s family and Nadia’s were out of the country….desperate, Mikeal did the only thing he could think of and contacted his mother, fearful that his father or brothers wouldn’t understand.


His mother agreed to come. She loved her pack, her husband…but she loved her sons, all her sons, and was overjoyed with the knowledge that she had grandchildren. It was a bad idea from the beginning, though. Pack members rarely left, and though she came up with the best excuse she could, Mikeal’s father had a hunch and followed her. The peace they got when his mother arrived only lasted a week while his father watched and mulled over what to do. He was both proud and disgusted over the circumstances of his son, but knew their communicating with him and his human-wife could interfere with the pack, and the pack came first. He confronted them to collect his wife and go back, but she refused. Words were exchanged and the situation quickly elevated to violence. Mikeal and his father fought. In the end, Mikeal seriously injured his father and the pack was alerted. Both his brothers along with two or three other pack members came to retrieve the way-ward and injured member – including the alpha of the pack.

They met on peaceful grounds in the beginning. Mikeal’s mother stood up for her son and decided she would leave the pack to help the struggling family. His father demanded justice and for his son to be killed – his human wife and children, too. That tore his brothers. One sided to protect Mikeal and the other to help his father and pack. The confrontation turned into a mess with the end result being the murder of the alpha and two lower pack members. Mikeal, his family, and his mother and brother fled knowing that his father and other brother would return to the pack and surely someone would hunt them. They settled a new country – near Nadia’s family. There was initial turmoil as they settled into a new house, found new jobs, but at least finding help and extra support was no longer an issue with both Nadia’s parents and Mikeal’s mother and younger brother around.

Life slowly returned to normal. Mikeal’s mother got a part-time job and joined a women’s club to occupy her time (though she was never the same) and his brother found himself a girlfriend and began a family of his own. In the meantime, Mikeal and Nadia had their third and final child – a girl named Teagan.

Years passed. The boys, Cohnen and Eli, were fourteen and thirteen and were around the age that, if they were werewolves, would experience their first shift. The family held their breaths and were walking on pins and needles and were wholly caught off guard when members of the old and broken pack found them. Few words were exchanged – only that the pack and broken up and disbanded with the loss of their leader and many were resentful and wanted revenge. Nadia was sent off to hide with the children because a fight was sure to ensue.

And it did.

Eli blocked out the vast majority of this memory. He remembers screaming, god-awful screaming, growling, snarling and whines; whines of pain and of dying, those bugged him the most. He remembers his heart rate spiking, his body growing warm and his head spinning. His mother was clutching his little sister and he and his brother stood nearby. Then pain, pain so unimaginable – the screams outside became drowned out as his own filled the room. Eli was a werewolf and the fear and trauma from the events sent him into his first shift. His mother was terrified. They, Mikeal and her, had always planned on him or his grandmother being around for it, she didn’t know what to do – run and get someone? It was too risky. She pulled Cohnen to her, shoved Teagan to him, and held onto Eli the best she could. Tears welled in both their eyes and his screams never ceased.

Slowly, agonizingly slow, Eli turned. Nothing but fear, confusion and rage were on his mind when he awoke as a wolf. His senses, the sounds, the smells – it was too much and he hardly felt himself. It was as if he had no control and the pain, it hadn’t stopped. It was as if something took over his body as his own mind shrank back. Everything seemed dark and happening in fast-forward. Next thing he knew he was waking up naked and bloody on the cold floor with his grandmother and uncle crouched over him.

They told him he had killed his mother before Cohnen had knocked him out with a metal pipe to protect himself and their sister. They told him his siblings were pretty shaken up and likely remain so their whole lives. They told them his father was a wreck – physically and mentally. He’d been injured In the fight (which had come to an end once they realized Eli had changed) and with the death of his wife he was mentally spent. They told him that the fight and the death of his mother had drawn attention and that they would need to leave. He was to go with his uncle.

Nothing could ever begin to describe how Eli felt then. He was numb, confused, physically broken, and traumatized himself – but no one thought to ask him. He was cleaned up and everyone left the house. They would separate to keep attention off the group and, once things settled down, regroup. Eli and his uncle went to Australia. Eli would experience shifts more frequently and loudly and, due to what he’d just done, his uncle decided it was best they live as nomads for some time until Eli sorted his emotions out and was able to control himself. Thirteen when this all started, it was nearly a year before Eli had grips enough to re-enter society.

His uncle enrolled him in school and began making arrangements to get back in contact with the family. They had ended up all over Europe and within the next year, would move to a picked destination. In the meantime, his uncle kept Eli’s focus on catching up in school and making the shifting process more manageable. In school he was forced to make English his first language (it had always been a secondary one to him) as well as interact with those his own age again. It was good for him; therapeutic, even, as he saw his anger subside and made friends and even a girlfriend. The year seemed to pass too fast and before he knew it he was saying goodbye and was packed back on a plane to Europe.

The reunion between his family was an uncomfortable one. While his father understood what Eli had gone through and didn’t blame his son, his siblings saw it different. His brother had never shifted and was not a werewolf and it was still too young to know if his sister was so they couldn’t relate and couldn’t understand. They treated him as if he were a monster, and slowly, that’s how Eli saw himself too. All the progress he had made in Australia seemed to be lost to him now. He became an angry, violent kid in school and was expelled numerous times between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. His father, struggling as a single dad and aging parents himself, was at a loss. He tried to communicate with the angsty teen but was unable to keep communication flowing. It seemed to stop, too, when Teagan finally hit puberty and shifted.

That in itself opened up a whole new can of worms. Her transition was less traumatic, it went over easily. While Eli should have been happy for his little sister he found himself jealous and angry. But more than that, Cohnen felt left out, like something was wrong. Eli couldn’t believe it and snapped at his older brother. “You resented me for being one for so long and now you WANT it?! It’s not easy. You shouldn’t be the jealous one! I’m jealous of YOU.” They exchanged a few punches before that familiar hot, pulling sensation hit Eli and before he knew it he was on the floor shifting out of control again, threatening to bite his brother if he wanted it so bad.

In the end he’d bitten his dad instead and it was decided Eli leave with his uncle again. They were uncertain it would help but with his temper and shifting so uncontrollable they didn’t know what else to do: he was a threat to the safety of others. Seventeen and separated once again from his family he and his uncle moved back to Australia, a place that had been so healing for Eli before. Same school, same people, but Eli was unwilling to open up emotionally and connect with people this time. He was put into therapy and talked constantly with his uncle. Just when things began to look up it was reported that a wolf – a species not native to Australia – had bitten someone. It was Eli. He’d bitten a girl who’d gotten too close to him. The girl would become a werewolf and her family – god, his uncle did not want to deal with that, but he couldn’t just ignore it and hope for the best. Nor could he kill her. He and Eli broke the news to her. Her reaction wasn’t good and, a short while after, she was found dead – suicide.

Whether staying was a good idea or not after that was unknown to his uncle, but they stayed anyways. Money wasn’t a commodity they had a lot of and he was at his wits end with Eli. Eli seemed to understand and, in efforts to make it work, became a bit of a womanizing ass. It kept his anger in check and the sex kept his beast at bay. Until he graduated only a year later at eighteen. He separated from his uncle and moved to the United States, deciding to cut off tires with his family altogether. He had caused them nothing but harm and knew he was still a loose cannon. He had a lot to figure out and he thought he could (stupidly) do it on his own. He started in Vermont and made his way across the United States. In his wake he left a trail of women whom he used up and tossed aside. He had a reputation, a fan base, a hate group; he was known. He found his “victims” through any means, his favorite (and most untasteful) was a website he’d created for women to audition or sign themselves up for a night with him. It was eventually shut down as it was very illegal, that prostitution.

He did fall in love. At twenty-one. He met her in a bar and tried to make it work, but while he was growing, his mentality and ability to control his emotions were still stunted. When he stopped what sated the beast, the beast came back. He killed that girl. In a heated argument he had shifted and he had killed. What was worse was that someone saw him shift, saw him do it – but they hadn’t seen his face. He abruptly left that state and hasn’t returned or spoke of the event since. But after that he knew he had to change, had to get better, he had to. He made the conscious decision to settle down and to seek help. He chose a small town in a relatively empty state: Converse, South Dakota. He had heard that werewolves were beginning to be known, were revealing their existence while keeping their identities a secret. It was a start. Converse would be a sort of refuge while he learned to deal with his emotional defects.

He currently lives alone. He dabbles in college but has never made a real hard go at it and instead works as a mechanic by day, a stripper by night – using it as a means to meet women and get them in bed. He has dreams and aspirations but doesn’t know how to act on them quite yet. Secretly, he would love to teach, maybe to heal, be a firefighter --- anything to give back for all the wrong he’d done in life so far.

He knows he needs a pack but is in an inner battle over joining one or not.

You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me

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