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getjackedup) wrote2036-12-31 02:56 pm
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[OOC] Background Information
Name: Tolemi (Pagoda)
Age: 22
DOB: March 30
Breed: Werehare (Jackalope)
Size (Wereself): 36 inch body, 5 inch tail, 8 inch ears, 10.5 inch antlers, 17lbs
Size (Manself): 6'2", 190lbs
PB: Kofi Siriboe
Basics: Tolemi is a rough, distrusting and grumpy Jackalope, also known as a Werehare. He’s used to being Hunted and has spent his entire life knowing someone could be out there ready to kill him because Werehares are considered one of the weakest Breeds. But he’s spent years training to protect himself and is more likely to break a Hunter’s neck with his bare hands than he is to let them get the drop on him. It hasn’t stopped him from trying to live some kind of a life, since he discovered a passion for culinary arts and tries to get a job in a kitchen or near one in every town that he travels through. Jackalopes are nomadic by nature and he doesn’t stay anywhere long enough to wear out his welcome or make anyone suspicious. He likes people, but doesn’t trust easily and has no problem making “friends” or even fuck buddies, but doesn’t put too much weight on the idea of true friendships. He likes people, he spends time with them, and then he moves on with his life. Survival is his priority, not lasting bonds.
This is world of beast-humans known colloquially as "Weres" with many different Breeds existing alongside humans in chaotic and deadly fashion for many years, until a treaty made with human Hunters some generations ago provided a sense of security for some of the stronger Were Breeds, such as Wolves, Bears, Cats, Serpents and the like. They would not unjustly harm a human (although what counted as “justly” was stretched and twisted by some) and Hunters would not encroach on their territory without consent of the governing Were breed. This of course only counted for those breeds with the strength and numbers to push back against the Hunters and threaten human citizens in and around their territories. Weaker, more vulnerable, Breeds were often seen as potential prey by not only Hunters but other Were Breeds alike.
Of all the Were breeds to be, being a Jackalope, also known as a werehare (or werebunny as others might call it, but don’t fucking say that to Tolemi’s face), could be considered one of the worst. For all the potential for quick and plentiful reproduction, they are hunted just as plentifully. They are small in their animal forms, weak to traps and weapons made of iron and silver and Trap Seals have been perfected over the generations that force a human Jackalope to shift back into their animal form which makes them even more vulnerable. They spend much of their lives running, hiding, and being Hunted, whether by other Were breeds, because they seem them as an easy kill or as good slaves for strong Were clans, or by humans for their horns, which are in high demand as souvenirs/trophies, and for use in homeopathic remedies.
It takes years before a Jackalope can even shift to human form (unable to do so without potential harm to themselves until they are Near Grown, or “teenagers”), and while Burrowing (the time during birth and after while nursing) the mother has to stay in beast form to care for her young, making them easier to hunt. Out of the dozens of a children a mated Pair might have, few live into full adulthood. The size of the drove of Jackalope make them easy targets and so when kits become Near Grown and are able to shift, they are often pushed to leave the home and strike out on their own, because it is believed they have an easier time staying safe alone. Death is such a common expectation in their lives that survival in the one thing parents try to instill in their children as early as possible. A well-guarded and alert Jackalope could even live to see 150 years old, as after the stop and start of their formative years, a werehare ages slowly like most other Were-breeds.
Because of the vulnerability created by mating and Burrowing, Werehare culture in many regions discourages having more than two litters spaced apart over time and the only way to prevent that from occurring is to avoid mating while in their animal forms—as they know better than to try to prevent a Jackalope from sex, that’s a fool’s errand. Not that a female Jackalope can’t get pregnant in human form, but Jackalopes can only reproduce Jackalopes when mating in their animal forms. Any children born while in human form are essentially human with dormant Jackalope blood that they could potentially pass on. The problem is that when mating season hits, Jackalope can’t avoid the urges to return to their animal forms and…well, mate. Thankfully mating season only lasts a matter of weeks throughout the year and is different for each Jackalope (male or female), but spending too much time around other Jackalopes can cause these seasons to sync up. Nature’s imperative to encourage the mating Jackalopes are trying to avoid.
Even though young Jackalope are pushed from the family unit not long after their first shift, they are not completely without protection. That is where the Bramble comes in. It is a vast community of interconnected Jackalopes who communicate in various ways, such as the internet and telephones, looking out for young Jackalopes as they find their way in the world. They help them create human identities, provide them ways to get jobs and make a living in the human world, where they can keep a low profile. Jackalopes don’t have the benefit of getting to experience human culture as easily due to being unable to shift until they are older, which makes the immersion more of a crash course.
Most Jackalope are known not by their drove (or family), but by their region, as many of the Hares in the area are likely related in some way to one another. Tolemi was born into an uncommon Black Briar drove, as his parents were a mated Pair and preferred it that way. They didn’t seek out others to mate with outside of their Pairing like many Jackalopes do in order to prevent excessive offspring. Being born into their third litter, he knew that dozens of siblings had come before him, but many had been lost over the years due to being Hunted. Jackalopes care for their young, but loss has become as expected as their continuously nomadic lifestyles, moving from home to home and city to city to avoid the questions of why a couple would have so many “bunnies” in their care. To many humans it may be an oddity, but to those who know what to look for, it’s a red flag they can ill afford to wave.
Another fact that makes Jackalope particularly vulnerable to hunters and other Weres is the vow of pacifism and nonviolence that the culture took on as a whole hundreds of years ago. At the time it was the save their species, because Jackalopes began as cursed carnivores, feeding on the flesh of the weak and even killing their own kind. It didn’t make them as dangerous against must larger foes, such as Werebears or Wolves, but to save their own, they fought against this primal nature and vowed to never do harm to another creature. This had led to a culture that favors avoidance of conflict and running away from potential predators rather than fighting against them and Werehares now do not even remember the true reasons for why it is this way.
Tolemi has been on his own for eight years now, having matured to shifting a little faster than most of his siblings and thus pushed from the drove quicker than others. He’s the third oldest of the third litter (and yes to him it matters) but he’s only met six of his older siblings from previous litters. He doesn’t know how many are alive or how many have been Hunted down. His childhood was one of fear, constant vigilance, and knowing that they were seen as prey, weaker and less capable than others. He watched some of his siblings be lost, left behind as his parents quickly scrambled to flee from being caught out. Sacrificing the one or few for the sake of the drove. He’s seen it more times than he cares to remember and knew that it could just as easily have been him. So the fact he was made to leave so soon after learning to shift, even at the young age of fourteen was not a surprise in the least. He was tall for his age and looked to be a few years older than he was, which made it easier for him being on his own and he was determined to survive.
His parents gave him a simple card to use when he left home with what small amount of possessions he could, one with a special code on it that told him how to contact someone within the Bramble who would help him set up his new identity. The first year on his own was not easy, constantly being afraid of someone knowing just by looking at him what he was. It even led him to picking a random last name when creating his new identity, plucking the name Pagoda off of a sign from a kiosk in the center of the mall he had been using the payphone in, despite not knowing at the time what it was. It looked well enough and it would do, he didn’t care about the name anyway.
The Bramble set him up with a guide, who he only knew as Peritia and never met in person. She made his fake ID, helped set him up with a Were-friendly tutor to get him caught up on any kind of educational gaps he had, and wired him money regularly from a stipend fund setup for Near Growns who would be starting out on their own. It helped him get settled before he got a job working at a fast food restaurant and then moved on to working as a waiter in a well-known diner and pub, The Corkscrew.
What he hadn’t expected during this time was that he would be shipped into the kitchen one day when the chef, Josiah, had an accident and injured his hand, making him unable to cook for at least two weeks. And there came his calling. He loved working in the kitchen, picked up the tricks of the trade for cooking quickly and before he knew it was spending just as much time working behind the counter at the Corkscrew as he was serving the customers.
But he couldn’t stay. Just like most other Jackalopes, the alertness and near paranoia that he could be found out built the urge to go--to stay on the move as much as he could while still trying to have a life. It wasn’t an option for him. And so after a year and a half in the same area, he did leave, with little word or warning so that the people he’d come to care for, especially Josiah, who had really become a mentor to him. He left and for the next two years moved around every few months, usually finding work in a kitchen or as a server where he could because those jobs are always in need and rarely ask too many questions if you stay in the right sort of town. So he could travel, not make much fuss, and pick up tips for his new culinary passion as he went. As long as he kept his head down, didn’t make too much fuss, he would be fine, he thought; he wouldn’t find himself caught in the middle of a Hunt.
But then the Hunt came to him, or so he thought. He’d been on his way home after a late shift at his new place of employment, Blue Ray’s Steakhouse, when he’d been attacked. Shot in the leg not far from his apartment and hit over the head. He’d been sure he was going to be killed, that whoever had attacked him had been was a Hunter, but he’d been wrong. It had been a skittish man wearing a facemask who wanted all the money in his wallet, which he’d given over as he calmly as he could with a gunshot wound to the led and after being hit over the head with the butt of the gun. It wasn’t a hunter—just a run of the mill mugger.
Then someone came out of the apartments he’d been walking by and gave a shout. The man ran off, taking his wallet and all of his tips with him. This shook Tolemi up quite a bit as for all that he had spent his entire life being afraid of hunters and other Weres potentially trying to kill him, he hadn’t thought about the dangers humans posed to each other. The person who came to help him happened to be a regular of the steakhouse, Ren. Ren tried to get him to go to the hospital, but he convinced her he’d only been grazed by the bullet and he didn’t have health insurance.
Instead Ren called her brother, Rhett, who happened to be an EMT. He came and checked out the wound, patched him up, and gave him his number to call if he needed anything. He went to work the next day and it seemed like no one knew what had happened which was great for him because he was afraid Ren might tell everyone. But instead what came of it is that she showed up that evening, telling him that her brother wanted to make sure he was okay and he should call him. She also gave him an early Christmas gift, a gift card subscription for a local gym that she was friends with the proprietor of.
Instead of tearing it up and throwing it in her face like he wanted to, Tolemi kept the gift card and ended up going to the gym, because the wound on his leg healed within a day or so, but the send of helplessness didn’t. He’d had enough of being the weak one, of the culture of vulnerability that he’d grown up in. So when he wasn’t working or learning new recipes to try out on his coworkers at the steakhouse, Tolemi started working out at the gym. At first only once every few days, but then it became every other day spending hours at the gym. He even paid for a mixed martial arts course.
It was the longest he had stayed in any town since the first one he had settled in, because he wasn’t going to leave until the gym subscription expired. And from then on, he traveled to whatever town he could find that had gyms he could use and continued his training. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to take advantage of him again and whether it was a Hunter, a Were, or a normal human, they’d had a fight on their hands. Four years later, he’s not the young weakling he once was, in his opinion, but someone who is more than willing to take matters into his own hands.
He’s been staying in Tannery Hill for three months, working at Millie’s the local “fine restaurant” (really it’s more like a fancier version of a diner that families sometimes take their children to when they want a nice night out) when three people he can tell just from looks of them that they are Hunters. The assumption was easily confirmed when they mentioned they were in town to speak with Old Man McGreggar, who Tolemi had already heard within town had been a Hunter during his “good years,” but had retired some time ago and just wanted to be left alone.
It puts Tolemi on edge, as he’s still somewhat of an “outsider” in Tannery Hill, even if the locals like him well enough. But he’s made the choice not to run and he’s going to stand his ground, waiting to see what the Hunters do and if they are going to be a problem for him. If so, they’ll have a fight on their hands.
Strengths/Weaknesses: As all Jackalope who make it to Near Grown years, Tolemi has the ability to shift between his beast-self and his human self. He also grows antler-like horns as all Jackalope do (although male Jackalope’s horns are much bigger and taller) and if cut off they grow back, but slower each time. A werehare has superior speed and agility to most Weres, an enhanced sense of sight, smell and hearing, and they have the ability to camouflage themselves temporarily by blending into their surroundings with glamour type magic that makes people overlook their hiding spots. But this only works if they are focusing on being disguised and only lasts for fifteen minutes at most. Jackalope also have an instinctual understanding of nature, being able to recognize edible and poisonous foods and also having a bit of a intuitive green thumb in regards to plants, knowing what to do to help them grow and thrive. They can't talk to plants, but they have a very low-grade empathy towards them in a way, sensing how they are doing and what they need.
They are weak against iron and silver, iron burning them if they come into skin contact with it, and silver being poisonous. Even steel, which is made with iron ore, can make a Jackalope feel scalded in some circumstances, so they tend to avoid it as best they can or only handle items with it in it with gloves. Thank goodness most things are made out of plastic nowadays right? Another weakness is the one that Jackalopes for centuries have sought to avoid, if a Jackalope allows their anger and bloodlust to grow or feast on raw meats or the blood of another Were they will spiral into the feral Jackalope form they were cursed with, becoming a mindless, carnivorous beast.
Miscellaneous:
Age: 22
DOB: March 30
Breed: Werehare (Jackalope)
Size (Wereself): 36 inch body, 5 inch tail, 8 inch ears, 10.5 inch antlers, 17lbs
Size (Manself): 6'2", 190lbs
PB: Kofi Siriboe
Basics: Tolemi is a rough, distrusting and grumpy Jackalope, also known as a Werehare. He’s used to being Hunted and has spent his entire life knowing someone could be out there ready to kill him because Werehares are considered one of the weakest Breeds. But he’s spent years training to protect himself and is more likely to break a Hunter’s neck with his bare hands than he is to let them get the drop on him. It hasn’t stopped him from trying to live some kind of a life, since he discovered a passion for culinary arts and tries to get a job in a kitchen or near one in every town that he travels through. Jackalopes are nomadic by nature and he doesn’t stay anywhere long enough to wear out his welcome or make anyone suspicious. He likes people, but doesn’t trust easily and has no problem making “friends” or even fuck buddies, but doesn’t put too much weight on the idea of true friendships. He likes people, he spends time with them, and then he moves on with his life. Survival is his priority, not lasting bonds.
This is world of beast-humans known colloquially as "Weres" with many different Breeds existing alongside humans in chaotic and deadly fashion for many years, until a treaty made with human Hunters some generations ago provided a sense of security for some of the stronger Were Breeds, such as Wolves, Bears, Cats, Serpents and the like. They would not unjustly harm a human (although what counted as “justly” was stretched and twisted by some) and Hunters would not encroach on their territory without consent of the governing Were breed. This of course only counted for those breeds with the strength and numbers to push back against the Hunters and threaten human citizens in and around their territories. Weaker, more vulnerable, Breeds were often seen as potential prey by not only Hunters but other Were Breeds alike.
Of all the Were breeds to be, being a Jackalope, also known as a werehare (or werebunny as others might call it, but don’t fucking say that to Tolemi’s face), could be considered one of the worst. For all the potential for quick and plentiful reproduction, they are hunted just as plentifully. They are small in their animal forms, weak to traps and weapons made of iron and silver and Trap Seals have been perfected over the generations that force a human Jackalope to shift back into their animal form which makes them even more vulnerable. They spend much of their lives running, hiding, and being Hunted, whether by other Were breeds, because they seem them as an easy kill or as good slaves for strong Were clans, or by humans for their horns, which are in high demand as souvenirs/trophies, and for use in homeopathic remedies.
It takes years before a Jackalope can even shift to human form (unable to do so without potential harm to themselves until they are Near Grown, or “teenagers”), and while Burrowing (the time during birth and after while nursing) the mother has to stay in beast form to care for her young, making them easier to hunt. Out of the dozens of a children a mated Pair might have, few live into full adulthood. The size of the drove of Jackalope make them easy targets and so when kits become Near Grown and are able to shift, they are often pushed to leave the home and strike out on their own, because it is believed they have an easier time staying safe alone. Death is such a common expectation in their lives that survival in the one thing parents try to instill in their children as early as possible. A well-guarded and alert Jackalope could even live to see 150 years old, as after the stop and start of their formative years, a werehare ages slowly like most other Were-breeds.
Because of the vulnerability created by mating and Burrowing, Werehare culture in many regions discourages having more than two litters spaced apart over time and the only way to prevent that from occurring is to avoid mating while in their animal forms—as they know better than to try to prevent a Jackalope from sex, that’s a fool’s errand. Not that a female Jackalope can’t get pregnant in human form, but Jackalopes can only reproduce Jackalopes when mating in their animal forms. Any children born while in human form are essentially human with dormant Jackalope blood that they could potentially pass on. The problem is that when mating season hits, Jackalope can’t avoid the urges to return to their animal forms and…well, mate. Thankfully mating season only lasts a matter of weeks throughout the year and is different for each Jackalope (male or female), but spending too much time around other Jackalopes can cause these seasons to sync up. Nature’s imperative to encourage the mating Jackalopes are trying to avoid.
Even though young Jackalope are pushed from the family unit not long after their first shift, they are not completely without protection. That is where the Bramble comes in. It is a vast community of interconnected Jackalopes who communicate in various ways, such as the internet and telephones, looking out for young Jackalopes as they find their way in the world. They help them create human identities, provide them ways to get jobs and make a living in the human world, where they can keep a low profile. Jackalopes don’t have the benefit of getting to experience human culture as easily due to being unable to shift until they are older, which makes the immersion more of a crash course.
Most Jackalope are known not by their drove (or family), but by their region, as many of the Hares in the area are likely related in some way to one another. Tolemi was born into an uncommon Black Briar drove, as his parents were a mated Pair and preferred it that way. They didn’t seek out others to mate with outside of their Pairing like many Jackalopes do in order to prevent excessive offspring. Being born into their third litter, he knew that dozens of siblings had come before him, but many had been lost over the years due to being Hunted. Jackalopes care for their young, but loss has become as expected as their continuously nomadic lifestyles, moving from home to home and city to city to avoid the questions of why a couple would have so many “bunnies” in their care. To many humans it may be an oddity, but to those who know what to look for, it’s a red flag they can ill afford to wave.
Another fact that makes Jackalope particularly vulnerable to hunters and other Weres is the vow of pacifism and nonviolence that the culture took on as a whole hundreds of years ago. At the time it was the save their species, because Jackalopes began as cursed carnivores, feeding on the flesh of the weak and even killing their own kind. It didn’t make them as dangerous against must larger foes, such as Werebears or Wolves, but to save their own, they fought against this primal nature and vowed to never do harm to another creature. This had led to a culture that favors avoidance of conflict and running away from potential predators rather than fighting against them and Werehares now do not even remember the true reasons for why it is this way.
Tolemi has been on his own for eight years now, having matured to shifting a little faster than most of his siblings and thus pushed from the drove quicker than others. He’s the third oldest of the third litter (and yes to him it matters) but he’s only met six of his older siblings from previous litters. He doesn’t know how many are alive or how many have been Hunted down. His childhood was one of fear, constant vigilance, and knowing that they were seen as prey, weaker and less capable than others. He watched some of his siblings be lost, left behind as his parents quickly scrambled to flee from being caught out. Sacrificing the one or few for the sake of the drove. He’s seen it more times than he cares to remember and knew that it could just as easily have been him. So the fact he was made to leave so soon after learning to shift, even at the young age of fourteen was not a surprise in the least. He was tall for his age and looked to be a few years older than he was, which made it easier for him being on his own and he was determined to survive.
His parents gave him a simple card to use when he left home with what small amount of possessions he could, one with a special code on it that told him how to contact someone within the Bramble who would help him set up his new identity. The first year on his own was not easy, constantly being afraid of someone knowing just by looking at him what he was. It even led him to picking a random last name when creating his new identity, plucking the name Pagoda off of a sign from a kiosk in the center of the mall he had been using the payphone in, despite not knowing at the time what it was. It looked well enough and it would do, he didn’t care about the name anyway.
The Bramble set him up with a guide, who he only knew as Peritia and never met in person. She made his fake ID, helped set him up with a Were-friendly tutor to get him caught up on any kind of educational gaps he had, and wired him money regularly from a stipend fund setup for Near Growns who would be starting out on their own. It helped him get settled before he got a job working at a fast food restaurant and then moved on to working as a waiter in a well-known diner and pub, The Corkscrew.
What he hadn’t expected during this time was that he would be shipped into the kitchen one day when the chef, Josiah, had an accident and injured his hand, making him unable to cook for at least two weeks. And there came his calling. He loved working in the kitchen, picked up the tricks of the trade for cooking quickly and before he knew it was spending just as much time working behind the counter at the Corkscrew as he was serving the customers.
But he couldn’t stay. Just like most other Jackalopes, the alertness and near paranoia that he could be found out built the urge to go--to stay on the move as much as he could while still trying to have a life. It wasn’t an option for him. And so after a year and a half in the same area, he did leave, with little word or warning so that the people he’d come to care for, especially Josiah, who had really become a mentor to him. He left and for the next two years moved around every few months, usually finding work in a kitchen or as a server where he could because those jobs are always in need and rarely ask too many questions if you stay in the right sort of town. So he could travel, not make much fuss, and pick up tips for his new culinary passion as he went. As long as he kept his head down, didn’t make too much fuss, he would be fine, he thought; he wouldn’t find himself caught in the middle of a Hunt.
But then the Hunt came to him, or so he thought. He’d been on his way home after a late shift at his new place of employment, Blue Ray’s Steakhouse, when he’d been attacked. Shot in the leg not far from his apartment and hit over the head. He’d been sure he was going to be killed, that whoever had attacked him had been was a Hunter, but he’d been wrong. It had been a skittish man wearing a facemask who wanted all the money in his wallet, which he’d given over as he calmly as he could with a gunshot wound to the led and after being hit over the head with the butt of the gun. It wasn’t a hunter—just a run of the mill mugger.
Then someone came out of the apartments he’d been walking by and gave a shout. The man ran off, taking his wallet and all of his tips with him. This shook Tolemi up quite a bit as for all that he had spent his entire life being afraid of hunters and other Weres potentially trying to kill him, he hadn’t thought about the dangers humans posed to each other. The person who came to help him happened to be a regular of the steakhouse, Ren. Ren tried to get him to go to the hospital, but he convinced her he’d only been grazed by the bullet and he didn’t have health insurance.
Instead Ren called her brother, Rhett, who happened to be an EMT. He came and checked out the wound, patched him up, and gave him his number to call if he needed anything. He went to work the next day and it seemed like no one knew what had happened which was great for him because he was afraid Ren might tell everyone. But instead what came of it is that she showed up that evening, telling him that her brother wanted to make sure he was okay and he should call him. She also gave him an early Christmas gift, a gift card subscription for a local gym that she was friends with the proprietor of.
Instead of tearing it up and throwing it in her face like he wanted to, Tolemi kept the gift card and ended up going to the gym, because the wound on his leg healed within a day or so, but the send of helplessness didn’t. He’d had enough of being the weak one, of the culture of vulnerability that he’d grown up in. So when he wasn’t working or learning new recipes to try out on his coworkers at the steakhouse, Tolemi started working out at the gym. At first only once every few days, but then it became every other day spending hours at the gym. He even paid for a mixed martial arts course.
It was the longest he had stayed in any town since the first one he had settled in, because he wasn’t going to leave until the gym subscription expired. And from then on, he traveled to whatever town he could find that had gyms he could use and continued his training. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to take advantage of him again and whether it was a Hunter, a Were, or a normal human, they’d had a fight on their hands. Four years later, he’s not the young weakling he once was, in his opinion, but someone who is more than willing to take matters into his own hands.
He’s been staying in Tannery Hill for three months, working at Millie’s the local “fine restaurant” (really it’s more like a fancier version of a diner that families sometimes take their children to when they want a nice night out) when three people he can tell just from looks of them that they are Hunters. The assumption was easily confirmed when they mentioned they were in town to speak with Old Man McGreggar, who Tolemi had already heard within town had been a Hunter during his “good years,” but had retired some time ago and just wanted to be left alone.
It puts Tolemi on edge, as he’s still somewhat of an “outsider” in Tannery Hill, even if the locals like him well enough. But he’s made the choice not to run and he’s going to stand his ground, waiting to see what the Hunters do and if they are going to be a problem for him. If so, they’ll have a fight on their hands.
Strengths/Weaknesses: As all Jackalope who make it to Near Grown years, Tolemi has the ability to shift between his beast-self and his human self. He also grows antler-like horns as all Jackalope do (although male Jackalope’s horns are much bigger and taller) and if cut off they grow back, but slower each time. A werehare has superior speed and agility to most Weres, an enhanced sense of sight, smell and hearing, and they have the ability to camouflage themselves temporarily by blending into their surroundings with glamour type magic that makes people overlook their hiding spots. But this only works if they are focusing on being disguised and only lasts for fifteen minutes at most. Jackalope also have an instinctual understanding of nature, being able to recognize edible and poisonous foods and also having a bit of a intuitive green thumb in regards to plants, knowing what to do to help them grow and thrive. They can't talk to plants, but they have a very low-grade empathy towards them in a way, sensing how they are doing and what they need.
They are weak against iron and silver, iron burning them if they come into skin contact with it, and silver being poisonous. Even steel, which is made with iron ore, can make a Jackalope feel scalded in some circumstances, so they tend to avoid it as best they can or only handle items with it in it with gloves. Thank goodness most things are made out of plastic nowadays right? Another weakness is the one that Jackalopes for centuries have sought to avoid, if a Jackalope allows their anger and bloodlust to grow or feast on raw meats or the blood of another Were they will spiral into the feral Jackalope form they were cursed with, becoming a mindless, carnivorous beast.
Miscellaneous:
- Some Were clans take weaker breeds as Thralls, which is a nicer, formal way of saying slave. They use them as servants and laborers. Vulnerable werebreeds like the Jackalope are firmly against slavery, but some families choose a life of enforced servitude over the constant fear and uncertainty of being on the run. The saying for Jackalope is “Flee and be free.”
- Tolemi is bisexual, but has sexual affairs primarily with men due to his fear of getting a woman (Jackalope, human or otherwise) pregnant as Werehares are very virile and fertile. When mating season is near he specifically seeks out a fellow male Jackalope or male human to ease the urges.
- Weres are not necessarily hidden from human society, although in certain regions/territories some Weres are less known than others. It often depends on the strength and power of the control Were clan or Hunter group.
- “Were” is not a term that Breeds generally use for themselves, it’s a word that Hunters first applied to them and sticks around in the English vernacular. Each Breed has their own name unto themselves (such as Werehares true name being Jackalope).