Maddox McCullough Race: Human 6'4" Late 20's Shaggy black hair, light blue eyes with a black ring around the outer edges, tan complexion, built more for dexterity and speed than heavy hitting. Maddox doesn't own a room when he walks in because no one notices his entrance, and he keeps it that way. His unassuming manner is the calm before the storm. The ozone before the lightning. The tension before the fight. Not one to back down from a challenge, he still knows how to pick his battles to conserve energy for more important things. With a quietly spoken dry wit, light sarcasm, and surprisingly spot on observations, everything is prey to be studied and circled until it proves it isn't prey. The death of his parents and siblings when he was 20 years old to a rogue werewolf attack has soured his opinion of the entire species. He turned his tragedy into a werewolf specialization in his hunting and trapping career. Maddox drives a four door Chevy flatbed with wooden rails on the side with a cargo box secured near the tail gate and a few large metal kennels attached at the back of the cab. Two tranquilizer rifles are locked into a rifle rack in the back window.

Mid-30s 6'2" Built like a wall, sandy blond hair in a military cut, dark brown eyes, heavy tactical gear. Pragmatic to the bone - the job is the job and doubt is a liability. Loyal to the hunt, suspicious of anything that looks like hesitation. Will arrive expecting the bounty already called in.

6'7", early 50's, military-short black hair silver at the temples, salt-and-pepper beard, amber eyes that burn like whiskey held to flame, built for endurance. Commanding, grief-sharpened, capable of burning the world down for what is his. Values skill and will respect what earns it. Does not yet know his daughter chose this - and his wolf is already moving. Having loved her mother unconditionally with a fated mate bond, he may accept the situation if approached properly.