Orion Creed's Questionnaire

I live in Atlanta now, but my roots are in the Oconee National Forest, where I grew up in a secluded commune. It wasn’t an ordinary place—our community carried a secret, a legacy of the werewolf curse that had been part of our culture for generations. The curse wasn’t just a burden; it was woven into our traditions, rituals, and identity. Every full moon, we’d gather deep in the woods to honor the old ways, learning to live with the beast inside us. I was only twelve when the curse first took hold of me, and it was terrifying—but the commune taught me to embrace it, to channel its strength without losing myself to its fury.

Leaving the commune wasn’t easy, but Atlanta called to me. The city’s chaos felt familiar, like the wild energy of the forest, just in a different form. Now, I live in a modest three-bedroom apartment, paying the rent with money I earn as a freelance bodyguard. My size, strength, and heightened senses—gifts of the curse—make me a natural at protection work. It’s a good fit, even if it keeps me far from the quiet of the woods.

Still, the commune is always with me. I go back sometimes, especially during the full moon, to reconnect with the land and the people who shaped me. The curse is a heavy weight, but it’s also a reminder of where I come from—a place where the line between man and beast is blurred, and where the wild isn’t something to fear, but something to respect.

"Most of my money comes from freelance bodyguard work. I protect high-profile clients, escort valuable shipments, or handle security for private events. My size and skills make me good at it, and the pay’s decent. Sometimes I take on odd jobs—bouncer work, debt collection, or even tracking people down. The curse gives me an edge, and I use it.

I spend my cash on rent for my Atlanta apartment, keeping it simple but comfortable. The rest goes into gear—durable clothes, weapons, and tech for work. I also set aside money for trips back to the commune during full moons. It’s not glamorous, but it keeps me grounded and connected to my roots."

"My ambition? To find balance—between the man and the curse, the city and the wild. I want to prove the curse isn’t just a burden; it’s a strength. I’d go far for that—push my limits, risk my life, even bleed for it. But kill? Only if it’s to protect someone who can’t protect themselves. I’ve come close to death before, staring it down during full moons or dangerous jobs. I’m not afraid of it, but I won’t throw my life away. I’ve got too much to prove—to myself, to my commune, and to the world."