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The Wannabe Badass (Played by - Ash) To put it simply, Ernie is a "wannabe". And what he wants to be is a tough-talking, hard-living, rough-and-tumble biker, who bucks authority and goes his own way. Ernie certainly goes his own way, but he's no Hell's Angel. Born in Garden City, Kansas, Ernie was raised by his mother; his father didn't even hang around long enough to see the birth of his son. Ernie was something of a sickly child, so he tells it. Those who knew him as a kid him suspect that most of his conditions were projected onto him by his mother, who was more than just a little overprotective and slighly paranoid. An average student, Ernie spent a lot of "sick" days at home, watching cartoons and old movies, which he preferred to going to school. After all, school was where the bullies would stalk him, and give him purple-nurples, swirlies, and wedgies on a regular basis. Nonetheless, Ernie managed to graduate from High School, and went on to get an associates degree in Computer Repair at the local Community College, all while holding down a job at K-Mart and taking Judo classes. After getting his degree, Ernie decided to strike out on his own and become his own man, much to his mother's chagrin. He had saved up a bit of scratch over the past 3 years, and used it to buy himself a motorcycle that he considered "badass" (A Yamahah Bandit). He also bought himself a badass leather biker's jacket, a badass helmet decorated with and airbrushed skull and flames, and some badass Harley Davidson boots. That done, he took the rest of his savings and decided to see the country. If seeing the country had been all he'd had in mind, he'd probably have been just fine. Unfortunately, Ernie was determined to make himself over. He was tired of being the tall, wiry guy that didn't get noticed, unless someone needed someone to pick on. Ernie was determined to become a badass, and to do that he reasoned that he should hang around other badasses. Since he had himself a bike, he decided to seek out lowbrow biker bars and strip clubs, so he could learn from the best. And so, Ernie began his quest, and he found it a lot harder than he thought. He managed to get himself laughed out of every Biker-dive from Seattle, Washington to San Antonio, Texas to Jackson, Mississippi, and all points in-between. He'd go as far as trying to pick fights by knocking over the beer of the biggest guy in the joint and hitting on his girl, but the result would invariably be a hearty clap on the back and peals of raucous laughter. Crestfallen, Ernie would leave and move on to the next town, the next bar, and the next embarassment. Lather, rinse, repeat. A few months into his trip, Ernie found a promising place in Wilmington, North Carolina, but even that didn't go as expected. He came across a bar with dozens of Harleys parked out front, and went inside to find every guy in the place decked out in leather jackets, dusters, pants or chaps. He decided to try his usual routine, spilling some beer on the biggest guy in the joint. However, this didn't set well with the sodden fellow's boyfriend who screeched and shouted and accused Ernie of hitting on "his man". A fight soon ensued in which Ernie found himself getting scrached and slapped silly, and he was forced to flee the establishment. Travelling north, Ernie would soon find his life radically changed. While travelling through Greenbrier County, West Virginia, Ernie decided to make camp for the night outside the small town of Falling Spring. The night was clear and warm, and the moon was full, and a relaxed Ernie soon fell asleep under the stars. He was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of wolflike howls. Ernie grabbed his flashlight and started to search the woods nearby, and eventually came across the source of the howls. A huge, shaggy creature bolted towards him and knocked him to the ground. Ernie managed to blind it momentarily with the glare of his fallen flashlight, but not before the thing had managed to bite him on the shoulder before darting off into the night.
"This is SO COOL!" He shouted, although the actual sounds he made were more akin to a golden retriever attempting to sing the first verse of "Rock Me Amadeus". Ernie took off from the camp and explored the forest around the camp, deciding to do wolf-like things. He sniffed all sorts of things, and even "marked" a few trees and shrubs along the way. Soon, he caught the scent of a deer, and started to track it to test his new senses. He came across the Doe in a small clearing, clearly illuminated by the bright full-moon. And while Ernie had no intention of hurting his "prey", this wasn't known to the 10-point buck that suddenly charged out of the bush and sent Ernie fleeing from the points of his antlers. The next night was the last night of the full moon, and Ernie, again in a new locale, heard some familiar howls in the woods. After about an hour of tracking, Ernie came across another clan of Werewolves, and thought he may have found a group that would accept him at last. Again, however, he would find rejection and disappointment. Fortunately for Ernie, the pack's Alpha recognised the young werewolf as no threat, but rebuffed his desire to join the pack nonetheless, because Ernie had absolutely no feral instincts. He was just as hapless as a werewolf as he was as a human being. Irritated, Ernie returned to his camp, resumed his human shape, dressed, and hit up the nearest biker bar, itching to start a fight. When the patrons laughed at him as was typical, Ernie shifted into his lupine form, hoping to scare the patrons into silence. That's when he found out that there were other supernatural creatures about besides werewolves, as the bikers revealed themselves to be Vampires and Demons of various types. But even still, there was no fight. One of the Vampires took Ernie aside and told him that if he wanted to earn underworld cred, he should travel to Huntington and take on its resident Slayer, a girl named Natalie that had become rather well-known over the past couple of years. He suggested that of Ernie could take Natalie out of the picture, he'd finally earn the reputation he sought. And so, Ernie headed west at dawn, determined to beat the stuffing out of the Slayer named Natalie, and earn his badass stripes at long last. Heaven help him.
Ernie is, to put it simply, very much a nerd. He's awkward in many social situations, and tends to spout off way too many quotes from Babylon 5 and the X-Files. He's also a clown, who tends to laugh and crack (bad) jokes and puns in inappropriate situations. While he can behave himself if need be, he's certainly something of a misfit. It doesn't help matters that he's so focused on becoming the quintessential badass, because its clear to everyone that he isn't one, and he's simply aping what he's seen in the movies and on television, and badly at that. He's a nice, decent guy who is pretending to be the exact opposite, and doing a horrible job. Ernie is also rather paranoid, and part of this can be attributed to his mother's influence, and part of it to his own experiences as a misfit. He was bullied on a frequent basis, and was forced to grow the proverbial pair of eyes in the back of his head.
It must also be mentioned that Ernie likes to wear his hair in odd styles, and color it rather brightly as well. One week he'll be sporting an orange fauxhawk, the next will see his hair colored purple, and brushed down over his eyes.
As a Werewolf, Ernie becomes superhumanly-strong, quick, and resistant to injury. He heals most injuries with frightening speed, and is only truly vulnerable to weapons made of silver. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view), Ernie lacks the normal feral instincts that virtually all Werewolves have, even when in full Wolf-form. He retains his full intelligence and knowledge, but his lack of instincts keeps him from fitting in with Werewolf clans, even those rare groups who have sworn off hunting human beings.
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A bit shaken, Ernie returned to his small campsite and cleaned and dressed the shallow wound, thankful he'd thought to put his leather jacket on before looking for the source of those howls. Ernie found himself unable to return to sleep for the remainder of the night, and he set off again at dawn, once more heading north. That night he made camp outside of Durbin, West Virginia, dressed down to his jeans and t-shirt, and settled down to read a book beneath the pages of the full moon. A short time later, Ernie was surprised to find himself sprouting lots of hair, claws and fangs. A whole new world of sounds and smells also suddenly opened itself up to him. Within moments, the change was complete, and Ernie realized at last what it was that had bitten him.
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