Before Haven: Born squalling into this world. Our world, not theirs. Quinault Nation - our nation, not mother's. Sons and Daughters of Norway - our mother, our father. The Fae folk - our heritage, through father. But mother said he was a good for nothing, a bum. We never saw him. But I knew my connection to this world and the Other early on - Raven told me so. Life in Seattle, life with the Quinault - preferred the latter. Connected to mother earth, but in Seattle, mother. When graduated, I left for the Olympic Peninsula. There in the mountains, a life of pure pleasure - a cult, a commune, anarchy and free love, drugs and nature. I wandered the mountains, a tiger. I flew over them, a falcon. And I killed and ate the depoilers. Never did much time, Fae Luck. Or was it Raven? Either way, it worked out for me. Then dark dreams, not disturbing - just dark, filled with night. A message, an invitation, a need to go to Kiev. So I did. Everything changed.
Since Arrival in Haven: From Kiev, Haven. The Archbishop gave me command. Ancient and dead, but dude talked sense. Told me what I needed to know and off I go. Resurrect a group with his Childe, Adelheid. Bring eternal night to the cities, to the borderlands. Bring the pieces together - vampires, Fae blooded, demon blooded, God blooded. Give them a purpose, the endless dark. Force the town to get in touch with nature again. Hunt, stalk, kill - and evolve. But for all the successes, there have been failures, too. Leave them behind, burn away the weak. Turn your eyes ahead, always ahead.
Supernatural/Weirdness: I am the weird, in every sense of the term. Self-imposed exile from society, blue haired anarchist. Fae blooded killer, reveling in sex, drugs, violence. I am the beasts that I am, and they are me. Raven watches me I know, because in my dreams he tells me so. Go on, look into my eyes, you will read your destiny, and I will see your every weakness. Don't flinch, let me take it all in. In darkness, we will be together, forever, and the law of the claw shall be the only one followed.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll: A devoted hedonist, he'll naturally gravitate towards others with a contempt towards Puritan values.
Other Fae: Proud of his kind and always curious to devour more about their history and culture, he is enraptured by the glory of a court of Fae nobilty.
Anarchy: Fuck tha Police and stick it to the man whenever you can.
Cascadian Nationalist: His deep love for his homeland drives him politically to advocate for an independent Cascadian nation, a topic he can get very intense about.