Ron likes to think of himself as a fair, agreeable sort of person. While he tries to plan things out so he can avoid violence, he tends to be very protective of subordinate werewolves, and it takes a lot to make him angry enough to act… Though those who know him can tell when he’s getting riled up, by the way his eyes change from rich brown with a tad of yellow around the pupil to a wolf’s gold in color, followed by a slight tremor in his muscles. This often proceeds him actually changing shape without meaning to. However, in spite of this, Ron lives his life trying his best to mediate between his human side and his wolf side, which is sometimes a struggle, but usually, he manages well.

When Ron isn’t at work or attending to pack matters, few things make him happier than reading a good book, particularly one about folklore. If he finds anything interesting, he jots it down in a leatherbound journal, which is full of notes and sketches like this: http://nashoba-hostina.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3e5kcg Ron’s favorite color is ruby-red, and he usually keeps a pot of red and orange marigolds on his weather-worn porch.

Ron hates the taste of Rye bread, has a slight allergy to ash tree pollen, and also has a strong aversion to amphibians, particularly frogs, because he thinks they’re nasty and slimy. He's bi, but really loves nothing more than books... well, except for his pack.

Background:

Though he was born Louisiana, Ron did most of his growing up in Wisconsin, where he met his best friend, his “brother by another mother:” Remmy. However, after college, Ron decided to head for new job-hunting grounds in 2006. Remmy helped him pack up his stuff and cart it all the way to upstate New York. Once the move had finished, Remmy and Ron decided to go for a nice camping trip… and were attacked by some sort of beast. Remmy was a hulk of a man, and between his and Ron’s efforts, they drove the creature away… but both were hurt.

With their camping trip ruined, they packed up and limped home the next morning. Soon, they said their goodbyes, and Remmy went home to Wisconsin. However, the next full moon, Ron discovered something terrible: He himself became the same beast that he was attacked by. He was now a werewolf, and so was his best friend.

It took a while, but with one another’s help, long-distance as it was, they coped, and accepted what happened. They began to manage their condition, living by the calendar, trying their best to balance their human needs and the needs of the beasts inside them. Both Ron and Remmy gave one another nicknames: Ronulous and Remmius, based upon the names of the brothers that founded Rome.

Ron, being an amateur folklorist, at first turned nearly all of his studies to lycanthropy, looking for a cure. However, after a while, Ron came to enjoy being a werewolf, and began simply acquiring any and all knowledge he could, some of which was, admittedly, laughable.

While his friend Remmy found other werewolves in Wisconsin and joined a pack with a long history, Ron spent a lot of time as a lone wolf. For the most part, he was careful, though he was spotted once in 2008, and was later horrified to find the account recorded in a book he was reading. However, over time he met other werewolves, such as Bran(http://my.deviantart.com/messages/#/d3fzmt5) and Thompson, and something resembling a pack formed.

Today, Ron lives in a comfortable, but, run down house with this mess of a vehicle sitting outside it. His home rests on the edge of Adirondack Park, and has a yard full of lillies of the valley and azaeleas. He spends his days managing a small bookstore and his nights keeping in contact with Remmy, and working on numerous books. Well… that’s what he does on most nights.