likes :  sweets, baking, warm nights under the blankets, books, animals, cuddling, helping others, loyal friends, flowers, 

dislikes :  crunchy peanut butter, s, violence, being alone for too long, cold nights, homework

hobbies : cooking, baking, knitting, reading

personality :  furiously loyal to his friends and family, can be sassy, shy most of the time, has an answer for everything, kinda awkward around new people, timid around aggressive people

goals :  to become a doctor?

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Halfblood. That’s all anyone sees when they look at him. Unwhole. Weak. Impure. None of this was Eunwoos fault. It was his parents fault or specifically his fathers. It was a brutal winter, wolves were dying of sickness or hunger. It was hard to tell then. The sickness didn’t discriminate against age or blood, it came for all. Ravaging the weakest and the best of them. They needed medicine. Badly. The winters are always harsh but the greenhouses always remain strong, resilient to the brutality going on outside till the crops grew sick themselves. Medicine became scarce, hard to find. The herbs weren’t potent enough, everything needed to be redug and cycled out. But when death is knocking on so many doors… There is no time to wait.

 

So Eunwoos father, ever the hero, volunteered to risk going down the snowy mountains and into the human villages in search of medicine. And medicine he found and returned with… as well as a female human. A woman ten years his junior, extraordinarily beautiful, soul as pure as the snow that blanketed his home. She became his mate. His lover. Eunwoos mother. A mother that he would never meet, never feel the loving touch of. His father knew the dangers of mating with a human woman, of how the pregnancies had a 95% mortality rate. Especially as a pureblooded wolf… But they believed in their love, their bond as partners, as mates. But belief sometimes doesn't always transcend fate… and when Eunwoo was born his mother had died and soon after… his father.

 

They say it was madness that drove his father to his early death. But Eunwoo knew it was the constant sight of him, the constant reminder that this thing killed his mate. That his family will never be whole again, that the other part of him that he so willingly gave away was now stone cold in the ground. His father was a weak man. Weak in heart and soul. For one day he simply got up from his seat by the fire, not sparing the crying child a single glance before walking out of his cabin and into the woods. Never to be seen again.

 

It was the elders that saved Eunwoo that day. They had seen the opened cabin and the snow that piled into the front door and came rushing in. The Lan pack has always been furiously loyal to their people and if it hadn’t been for them raising him to the young man he is today… Eunwoo would’ve had the same fate as his mother.

 

As loyal Lan members claim, there will always be bad apples mixed within the bunch. Purests. Those who wore the mask of caring wolves but nipped at Eunwoos heels, pinched his ears and arms. Whispering horrifying things into his ears when he was child. Telling him he’ll never survive the winters, he’ll never measure up, he’ll never a true wolf. They were the fuel to his fire, the warmth in cold nights. The nightmares that became dreams. They taught him how to survive, how to bite his tongue and let fate handle the rest. He would be better than them, he will be the very reason why they live and breathe.

 

He’ll learn the ways of the healers. How to take care of patients, what medicine to prescribe, how to take away the ache in an old woman's bones. How to soothe the cough of an infant, how to patch the wounds of the hunters. He would become the very person they would come to begging for help… and when the time came… maybe he’ll decide whether he lets them live or die.