Marked mature because of drug references in description

Personality:

Jon is a selfish old man who looks out for himself and shows little concern for anyone else, to him humans are either rich enough to steal from or poor enough to overlook. Jon will almost never follow a leader, and even then the leader must be strong and fierce to keep Jon and his anger under thumb. He is very sensitive about his face and will often snap if anyone stares at it or purposely won't look at all. Jon certainly TRIES to be social with his own kind but he is awkward and only manages to come off gruff and angry for the most part. Jon will never say he had a bad childhood, he believes his past was a path set so that he might find his gods and gain his gift. He believes his childhood was pretty good anyway, even if it wasn't.

Background:

Jon's mother had spent the better part of her life on the streets. It was the drugs that drew her to the dirty back alleys, and the heroin that kept her there. She did everything she could to find her next high, from panhandling on the corner to selling her body to anyone willing to present her with the drug. When her body grew round with pregnancy she neither cared nor stopped her drug use, and so Jon was born into the world premature and sickly. Jon soon became his mother's outlet for anger and abuse, but Jon learned to keep his head down and become small so his mother wouldn't notice him, she was usually to high to notice anything anyway.

Jon had always had problems with anger, and this was only fueled by his mother's mistreatment. When he was sixteen the feeble women that was his mother tried to beat him but Jon lashed out and threw her off. He did not stay to see if she was okay, instead he ran away, and that was the last time he was to see her. He was quickly taken in by a drug peddler as watcher and deliverer for the high payers, paid for in whatever drugs the peddler felt like sparing, and a rickety roof over his head. As he came to know the people and where to get the drugs himself, Jon became his own middle man and began to accumulate a small fortune. It was in this condition that his home was raided and Jon was hauled of to prison. Jon was twenty two at the time.

Reflecting back Jon would say that his fifteen years in prison is the time he is most thankful for. The harsh system forced his body to detox, he found the religion of the old gods with no face, and the addictions of the warden taught him that he didn't need to waste his time selling his wares to junkie trash when high payers like the warden and his friends in office where on the field. Of course prison did not teach Jon how to live a normal life, and so it was that Jon was released into the world, clean of body, new of religion, and ready to sell to quality clients.

The prison warden was his first new client, but as Jon's resources become higher quality the word spread. Jon never touched his own product again, it was bad for business anyway, and he turned away the gutter trash that occasionally tried to come to him. His wealth allowed him to pay tribute to his gods in both money and sacrifice. He bought himself a condo on the nice side of town, his gut began to grow, and life was looking amazing... until he came.

Gutter trash, junkie, that was all. Jon tried to send him away but the man was persistent. He couldn't have that, it was bad for business, so he picked up the phone to call the warden who would bring the right sort of coppers to his home. One minute the phone was in hand, the next his door exploded and the beast was on him. The beast, or was it a man? The beast stole everything and left his condo a wreck of shattered glass and splintered wood. When his world fuzzed back in he felt blinding pain, the stickiness of drying blood, and knew he was going to die. Jon reflected on how well he had served his gods and wondered why they would see fit to take him now. His blood was everywhere, and his life was ebbing away but Jon found himself wondering why he wasn't dead. If the gods wanted him dead shouldn't he be dead? Perhaps they where testing his resolve, for his gods believed in strength above all else. He dragged himself to his phone, thrown down onto the floor by his attacker, and rattled off a number.

Jon would have died, he should have, but the bite had taken and his wounds healed with a strength that shouldn't have been possible. When his first shift came and the anger of his problematic mind came gushing out, Jon knew the gods where indeed testing him. He abandoned his home, his trade, and his life to move north where he might find a new life, a new trade, and maybe others like him. Time and wondering ended him in Chambury, BC, Canada where he finally settled into the petty life of theft so that he might grow rich again. He stuck around mostly for the others like him, his brothers and sisters, though he kept mostly away for fear of his ugliness and anger, among other things.

Random Facts:

• He enjoys hard liquor and cigars.
  
• His eyes are dark brown, almost black.
  
• He did not know his father, nor does he care.
  
• He was turned at the age of 46 and has not aged much since then.
  
• When he first transformed he thought he was some kind of demon bear, it took him a month or so to find out he was actually a werewolf.
  
• He is missing his left eye, and most the scarring on his left side is from his maker running him down. His fingers, however, he bit off himself during his first transformation when he was scared and confused and the first thing he thought to do was bite the damn possessed things off.
  
• His religion is of The Gods with No Face. It is loosely based on Norse Mythology. Jon will never talk about his religion unless directly asked and will never try to convert anyone. His gods believe a man must be strong enough to find The Gods with No Face for themselves.