Character Name: Jack Basket
Date of Birth: June 17th, 2009
Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus -- Luperci
Personality Traits: ambitious, mild-mannered, prone to drinking, impulsive (especially when drunk), occasionally flaring temper (especially when drunk)
Skills: experienced farmer (though North American soil and crops may take some getting used to), decent cook, decent repairman of wooden things, knows a thing or two about sailing and boat/ship upkeep, experience with horses and wagons, experience with landscaping and grounds upkeep, can read and write
NPC Characters/Animals: none currently
Residence: house 2 in Jordheim, please?
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The last time Jack had stopped to sleep a full night was pushed far back into his memory. Now, as he thought about it, he decided it must have been when he was still aboard the Constance. In the days following his disembarking Jack walked day and night until he found his destination. Then, and only then, was he free to sit down and admire the scenery. But, once he stopped moving, the full weight of his exhaustion started creeping in and Jack had to press onward in order to keep from falling asleep.
Eventually he found a scent which was distinct and purposeful. It took him a few minutes of investigation to realize he was at the border of a pack. This was a thrill in itself, as if he were on safari in some exotic place, where the wolves lived not as villages but as tribes more akin to family groups--at least, that was what he'd heard of the New World. It was supposed to be young and savage, but Jack thought otherwise. The wolves of the Old World had come a long way, why wouldn't these?
And so he sat down on a large rock, laying his travel pack down beside him in a pile of brown leaves. It was hot, for the seasons had changed while he crossed the sea, and Jack allowed himself enough time to unbutton the top of his polo--and, soon after, simply remove it--before he howled for an audience with the pack's leader. He was excited but anxious at the same time, for he had never attempted to join a pack before. But instinct provided him with a manual of appropriate behavior, and before anyone even heeded his call Jack adjusted his posture to a less assuming one.
This was the beginning of a new life.