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OC intros

Name: Hale Hawthorn Nicknames: Natchiq, Alaska, Silver Date of birth: Dec 9th, 1971 Gender: Male Birthplace: Nome, Alaska Sexual preference: Bisexual Mate Status: Eventually mated to Jessie Caddel Occupation: Park ranger

Personality: Blunt, adventurous, hyper-independent, quiet, reclusive Likes: Guitar, camping, swimming Dislikes: Stagnation, weather over 70 degrees, controlling behavior Hobbies: Guitar

Hair: Ashy almost dirty blonde Eyes: Hazel Height: 6 foot Unique appearance attributes: Scar down the middle of his belly from an emergency surgery, round scar on the side of his torso, and burn scar on right calf on the inside. Wolf colors: Silvery gray coat Allergies: Pollen, but exceptionally allergic to Iris flowers. Exceptionally sensitive to strong smells due to being a trained tracker.

Things of interest: Smokes Marlboros, how often depends on how stressed he is. Also smokes weed, but not nearly as much as he used to. Likes to cook but doesn't often because he hates clean up and the time crunch of it. Since he grew up by the frozen sea, he can make damn good fish. Tends to get into fights after whiskey specifically.

Bit of background: Born and bred to lead the Alaskan pack, Hale Hawthorn grew up an alpha’s alpha. Under his father’s strict rule and sense of tradition, the pack struggled but survived. Disappearances happened every now and then, but life was hard up north. No one thought anything of it. When he was ten, his mother disappeared. Hale grew cold after that, like many in Nome did to survive. Hale grew, grew into bad habits, grew into rage, grew into bitterness. He saw more than the rest of the town did about how his father ran things. Then his father gave away the position of Head Alpha to his brother and Hale’s birthright was ripped out from under his feet. He organized a coop, rallied anyone who would follow him against his father, and the town of Nome clashed in a fight of blood and snow.

People died. People Hale cared about. If not for an exceptionally kind family just outside of town, Hale would have died. He was hunted through Alaska until he reached the Yukon then headed south. For a while he went as far south as he could tolerate, all the way down to Texas, but he couldn’t handle the heat.

It was there in a bar in Texas, throwing cage match fights, that Hale met Jessie. A scrappy and malnourished young pup like himself just trying to make it. In hushed voices, Jessie cut a deal with Hale to bet against the odds, win a fight against him, and they split the cut. The moment they had their winnings, they ran and friendship began to blossom. Jessie admitted he had no where to go so Hale let him stay.