Deston is kind of an asshole. Also, he's a werewolf. Also also, he's a cannibal. Truly, the rudest Canadian.

He became a lycanthrope at thirteen, when he was bitten by a werewolf in human form in the middle of a fistfight. Already kind of a problem child to begin with, his newfound wolfishness did nothing to improve his character, and he ran away from home three years later. His late teens and early twenties were a blur of odd jobs, thievery, and roaming the forest by night.

Deston spent some time from age 22-26 in Russia, where lycanthropy has an older and more violent history, and fell in with a feral, savage Siberian pack. He doesn't talk about what happened during that time, but he came back to Canada with two things: a pair of stumps where his ring fingers should be, and a serious craving for human flesh.

To anyone who knows what to look for when identifying a lycanthrope, Deston is pretty obviously one. He is thin and gangly, with sharp facial features. His ears have various cuts and nicks, with a substantial chunk missing from the left. His hair is closely cropped, and is such a light color that it appears almost white. His eyes are light blue. His skin is rather pale and although he is wiry and athletic, he looks a little unhealthy, as if he could use a meal or two.

The other thing that people immediately notice about him is his smoking habit. You can always count on him to have a cigarette in his mouth, and if he doesn't, he gets cranky. Crankier. Smoking is his way of staving off the desire to eat people, but it only works so well. He often carries a large hunting knife hidden in his jacket, and it's seen just as much blood, if not more, than his wolf's teeth and claws. (That's not to say he's a reckless killer- he considers his targets carefully. It's still not a good idea to piss him off.)

As a wolf his pelt is off-white, with black tips on his toes and ears, giving him a sort of frostbitten appearance. He has a thin grey blaze on his forehead and a faint saddle on his back. In beast form he grows four inches taller, but this isn't obvious because his hunched posture makes him look about 5'6". Werewolves in this story are not very graceful and Deston is no exception; although strong, his form is an awkward lanky mix of human and lupine proportions.

Deston acknowledges that he is probably beyond redemption, that he's done a lot of awful things and will continue to do a lot of awful things. He doesn't derive any particular joy from hunting, but he's not about to stop. All he can do is minimize the risk by keeping to himself and fighting the cravings as long as he can. Even before becoming a lycanthrope, Deston gave up on himself pretty early. He doesn't seek anyone's approval and figures he'll rub everyone the wrong way sooner or later, one way or the other.

His most prized posession is his old beat-up Firebird. He lives in a rickety trailer in the woods and is generally creepy and gross.

Other Art by Me:
he's thinkin about killing you
winter chill

Deston by Others:
by Defilerwyrm (gore warning)
by Evendim
by ZackLoup