Designed for "Werewolves are real! I swear..."
Lucian Thomas Harfe
Here Are The Basics....
People Call Me Luce - if they know me well enough not to get their throats ripped out, Lucian, Tom.
My Birthday Is The 19th Of August.
My Last Birthday Cake Had 26 On It.
In Case You Haven't Already Noticed, I'm A Male.
To Me, It's All About The Men.
Oh, Yeah. Before I Forget, You Should Know I'm A Werewolf.
Let's Look Deeper....
People Often Say I'm An ill-tempered, hot-headed fool with an ounce of intelligence hidden beneath the thick skull. A full moon period is a very wrong time to be meeting him, as are some four days before the moon rides the skies in it's glowing carriage. However, he is capable of plotting and deceiving, especially if needed to hide his identity. He is not wise beyond his years but his years have taught him a thing or two about what's right and what's wrong. He is not a man with shady morals but more of a wolf wearing the skin of an adorable lamb, eager to be playing games , And I Have No Reason To Disagree.
My Life Has Been Exciting Lucian was born as the third brother of a werewolf family. Born as one, he has never known what it is like to be human but his control over his wolf still falters every once in a while. He grew up in the mountains, hiding who he was like the rest of his kind but passing time brought him and his family to hide in the cities, mingling with people and joining the City Pack, conveniently hidden away in plain sight.
When the day is bright and the sun shines in the sky, Lucian is an orderly in an asylum and when the night embraces her children, he is often found lurking around in parks, seeking for a dark and hidden spot to run free. Sometimes he can, sometimes he can't. That is how life has always been, constricting and limiting him. .
You Want to Know What I Can Do, Huh? Well, Let's See. I Can "wolf out" on will. .
My Morals Are Dangling on the verge of the abyss that is all evil..
Here's A Good Picture Of Me. 
