professorwolf: (specs)
OOC Information:

Name: Gail
Are you over 15? Yes
Contact: cacopheny @ gmail . com

IC Information:

Name: Randolph Lyall / Randall Lyall
Canon: Parasol Protectorate
Age: 300+ / 34

Preincarnation Appearance:
In his human guise, Randolph Lyall is a slight, sandy haired man of indeterminate age, sporting angular, vulpine features; hazel eyes; small spectacles; and a very dapper sense of style, for the late 1800s. He is built on more on the “shrub” scale, being slight and somewhat weedy, and he’s very used to people thinking him incapable of physical altercations despite being a werewolf-- it’s to the point where he doesn’t really take offense of it, anymore. Point of fact, he’s actually well-muscled despite being small, he merely hides it under unassuming clothing for the most part. His clothing is always of first class design and a sensible material, close to perfect but never quite on the mark, with an expertly tied cravat of a humble knot. Everything about him seems determined to make him over-lookable and harmless.

Lyall’s wolf form is equally easy to over-look, at least if one is used to a werewolf. While he’s of good size for a natural wolf, he is positively tiny for a werewolf, almost coyote-like in size and build, if a good deal quicker and more graceful, and with a muzzle so sharp he looks more fox-like than wolf-like. His fur is the same sandy color as his hair, with a frosting of black around his neck and face, and his eyes a pale yellow and much more intelligent than those of any true wolf.

I use Peter Davidson as a played-by

Any differences:
Obviously, Randall Lyall doesn’t dress in Victorian era clothing. He does prefer a tie, but on the whole he’s a lot more casual, and is often in plaid shirts and a lab coat, or slightly frumpy sweaters. His glasses are a bit larger (and he wears them a lot more often), his hair a bit messier, and he’s even less physically imposing, since he doesn’t have the same werewolf musculature hidden under his unassuming clothes.

Preincarnated History:
At just over three hundred years old, Randolph Lyall is the oldest werewolf in his pack, and one of the oldest in his country. He was changed, in his version of England, shortly before King Henry absorbed the supernaturals into the British government, ending the so-called Dark Ages and beginning the Renaissance or, as the werewolves and vampires called it, the Age of Enlightenment. He doesn’t speak much of what he was before he was given the bite, but given his love for and interest in the breeding habits of sheep, speculation suggests he was a shepherd-- quite possibly one who disapproved of his eventual first Alpha helping himself to some of his sheep-- and given his capable nature for avoiding notice, it’s likely he had many more outgoing siblings.

Whether he was turned at his own request or not, he survived the experience and was taken into the pack. At some point, his capabilities at organization and handling an Alpha, as well as his cleverness and ability to hold onto that cleverness while in wolf form, led him to the rank of Beta: second in command of the pack. His job from then on out was to help keep the pups in line, help support the Alpha in his leadership, and to question the Alpha as much as possible in private. He also wound up taking a position within the government, in the branch known as BUR: the Bureau of Unnatural Registry. He does quite a bit of paperwork and also quite a bit of investigative field work, being more mobile than many other BUR agents. He enjoys the work, and while most werewolves do military service-- he himself holds the rank of lieutenant colonel, from an earlier term of service-- Lyall winds up devoting most of his professional energies to the bureaucracy and local investigations instead. He maintained a small laboratory on Woolsey grounds, when the pack lived there, and helped the locals raise and breed their sheep.

Lyall has lived as Beta for three Alphas-- by the end of the canon, he made it to four with a fifth in the planning stages-- presumably all with the Woolsey-London area pack. Of his first, presumably the one who gave him the bite, not much is ever spoken. Of his second, he prefers not to speak of him at all. The previous Woolsey Alpha was old, and sometime in the eighteen-forties, in his old age and power, he "went bad"-- that is, vicious and insane, and always hungry in more ways than one. To protect the rest of the pack, Lyall took on the brunt of the problem, allowing himself to be badly and repeatedly abused so that none of the others in the pack would know just how bad things had become. The only one who actually guessed was his Gamma, Major Channing, the third-ranked member of the pack and an off-again-on-again friend and ally.

Then, in the eighteen-fifties, his beloved, who happened to be both a preternatural by birth and a supernatural hunter by training, tried to take on the maddened Alpha werewolf and was killed. Only then, with revenge and grief added to the motivations of self-preservation and the protection of the pack, did Lyall finally decide enough was enough. He spent four years working out a complicated plot to lure a new Alpha to the pack to dispose of the current one: a man named Conall Maccon, originally from a Scottish pack centered at Kingair Castle. He arranged for that pack to betray him, forcing him to abandon them and, rather than become a loner wolf with no pack, find another Alpha to challenge. By design, the nearest was Lyall’s, and the challenge was both messy and successful, leaving Lord Maccon in charge of the Woolsey pack and inheritor of all the previous Alpha’s titles.

Twenty years later, in the eighteen-seventies, his new Alpha-- quickly becoming his favorite and the one he supported the most, despite his arrival being surrounded by subterfuge-- married a young and rather difficult preternatural named Alexia Tarabotti. Ironically enough, this was Lyall’s former love Alessandro’s estranged daughter. She took to the pack as an Alpha female, albeit a human (or preternatural) one. Despite the connections to her father, Lyall was actually rather pleased with the situation, and as readily bows to her authority as he does Conall himself.

Over the course of that acquaintance, life became much more exciting. First, Alexia became pregnant and was forced to flee the country for a time when the local vampire hives tried to kill her because of her unborn child. Then Conall had to turn a vampire’s drone into a werewolf to save his life, and that whole kettle of fur had to be dealt with. The lady Alexia discovered his duplicity with regards to luring Conall to the pack, but promised not to tell her husband. Then the whole pack wound up moving to London when a vampire hive took over their manor, through something of a mistake on Alexia's part. It was the first time a werewolf pack became entirely urban, and Lyall supposed if anyone’s pack should, it would be theirs, though leaving the original manor that had been his home for at least a century or two was decidedly painful.

Two years later, with the pack mostly settled in London and their former vampire drone packmember turning into a surprisingly good "replacement" Beta (among other things; the boy wound up manifesting an Alpha trait on accident and also wound up occasionally sharing Lyall's bed), the secret came out while Conall was away and the new Alpha of his old pack in town. After some payback in true werewolf fashion-- she attacked him, aiming to kill or at least punish for the betrayal-- the particulars of the previous Alpha came out and they struck a bargain: he would serve as Beta in her pack, at least until he could find and train a replacement for her, thus neatly avoiding Conall's wrath, at least until the fellow retired from leading.

His eventual death is not given in canon, and as he is technically immortal, it would have to come from violent means. The most likely means are assassination or challenge. Either way, the death would be at the hands of another, and I'm happy to leave it vague unless specifics are required.

Reincarnated History
Born Randall (“Randy”) Lyall, the former werewolf was an only child of two rather intellectual parents who encouraged reading more than sports or socializing. Wearing glasses from an early age didn’t help his bookish reputation, and he didn’t have a whole lot of friends growing up. He did love animals, though: dogs, cats, horses, even sheep, in all their silly, fuzzy glory. That, his and his parents’ intellectual bent, and a genuine curiosity about life led him into studying science.

Originally he considered engineering, but though he loved gadgets and simple mechanics, computers tended to stump him beyond their simple use, and technology seemed to be going in a silicon direction rather than a clockwork one. He wasn’t good enough at math for physics, he didn’t get along well enough with people to be a doctor, and being a veterinarian didn’t appeal when it included euthanasia, so with some general experience with animals behind him, he wound up studying DNA, genetics, and biology in general in college, with an inexplicable focus in sheep.

Unable to find a graduate school interested in his research, he gave up on higher education and instead got a teaching credential in biology and health. He’s been at Locke High for six years now, and is only just now finally paying off his student loans. He likes his job and loves his students with a sometimes fierce protectiveness, even if he doesn’t have many friends and he’s always a little nervous that someone might find out he occasionally dates men as well as women.

First Echo:
Lyall was browsing at a used bookstore in town a few days before game opening and stumbled upon a small, blank diary bound in blue leather. Though Lyall was not really one for journaling, it seemed oddly familiar; he could actually remember holding a book much like this with some odd sadness, and even remembered a name, “Sandy”. Perplexed, he bought it and, for no reason he can imagine, prefers to keep it on his person. Ever since, however, sunlight feels strange on his skin and smells all seem a little sharper.

Preincarnation Personality:
Randolph Lyall is everything a good werewolf pack Beta should be: he is supportive of his Alpha, he is mild-mannered except when his authority is challenged, he is the height of organization and forethought, and he is extremely protective of his pack. Always first in his thoughts is how to keep the pack together and keep it safe, for new members as well as old, and he is willing to face incredible personal suffering and the appearance of treason (though without any intention for it to succeed, of course) for that cause. He has done both, over the course of his place as Woolsey-London pack’s Beta and second in command. He even stoops to keeping a sandwich on his person, in one of the many pockets of his waistcoat, in case his Alpha or his Alpha’s wife become grumpy and require soothing with foodstuffs. Next to everything else he’s done in the past, that is nothing.

It takes strong will to be a pack Beta, and Lyall has that in plenty. He’s constantly testing it, too, particularly against the pull of the full moon. All werewolves, no matter how much control they have at all other times, will turn into a furious, hunting, killing beast the true night of the full moon, younger werewolves changing every night for several nights prior and even after. Lyall, however, resists the change as long as possible, despite the pain involved, just to see how long he can each time. Some of it is pure pride, as well: he has envied vampires more than once for being able to keep their dignity, while werewolves are subject to the state of the moon, must endure painful shapechanges, and affect the occasional public nudity. Very undignified, all of it, and Lyall is rather fond of his dignity.

Lyall’s patience is long, but not endless, and he has been known to lose it with his Alpha now and then, when he is being particularly stupid-- such as drinking through Lyall’s entire supply of formaldehyde for his sheep embryo specimens; yes, even as a werewolf Lyall does still interest himself in the breeding of sheep-- and his favorite refuge when annoyed is sarcasm. But he never employs it with someone who actually needs patience, like a new pack member who isn’t fitting in as well as hoped. He isn’t particularly fond of open spaces, anymore, either, being a creature more of the shadows than the spotlight: that’s what his Alpha is for, not him. When he doesn’t have comforting walls and a ceiling overhead-- or trees and their canopy, at least-- he can be twitchy and uncomfortable, and is always quick to suggest getting someplace less exposed.

Manners and all the polite strictures of society are very important to Lyall: they show he is civilized despite the incivility of turning into a mad, hunting beast every full moon, and they form a comforting ritual of how to get by with other people. Practicality, organization, and routine are his favorite things. He is very much a creature of habit, much less spontaneous and outgoing than many werewolves, and prides himself as coming across as intelligent, urbane, and sophisticated despite his supernatural inclinations. His clothing and hair are never in disarray (if they are, that usually means he is feeling very harried, indeed), he very rarely loses his temper, and everything about him is calculated to convey the sense of harmlessness.

It doesn’t hurt, either, that he is not a big man. His current Alpha is easily twice his weight, and he is both slight and slender, very used to being completely underestimated when it comes to his fighting prowess. It’s to the point where he simply assumes people will immediately ask, upon finding out his rank, how the blazes he managed to get there and hold the position, as werewolf politics often includes physical battles. Lyall is quite capable of fighting when a wolf, for all he hates it-- not because of the pain, but because it’s so messy, with all that blood everywhere-- and he is more clever and quick than strong, using the strength of his enemy against them.

Most werewolves in Britain instinctively recognize Lyall’s rank, though they might underestimate his ability to keep it, and thus afford him with at least some measure of respect. He has no problem asserting rank, either, if need be, able to bark an order at a loner werewolf or growl a warning when another member of the pack gets above themselves. Order, after all, must be maintained, and rank is deeply ingrained in a werewolf. Even a quiet Beta is still to be obeyed, and even an abusive Alpha is still an Alpha.

Politeness and his habitual control over his emotions is also of use as a mask for when things get too difficult, or too messy, or too personal. They are his refuge from the period of time, twenty years back, when his position as Beta and drive to protect the pack led to his suffering painful and humiliating abuses at the hands of his then-current Alpha, Lord Woolsey. That stillness and harmlessness he cultivates is as much a defense mechanism as it is a means of interacting with the world, a balancing act to keep any extreme movement from causing pain. It isn’t a time he talks about unless he has no other choice. He no longer shies from thinking about it and can even discuss it with some level of detachment, it has been long enough for him, but that doesn’t mean he wants to think on it.

Any differences:
~Rank: This version of Lyall has not had at least a century (probably more like two) of being a premier-ranked werewolf in England behind him-- not to mention rank doesn’t have the same kind of instinctive hold of him it would as an actual werewolf. He is more easily cowed by authority, but also more easily swayed to avoid structures of rank, like speaking out against a principal he doesn’t like, subtly undermining said principal as he deems necessary for his and his students’ benefit, or cheating a little on his taxes.
~Abuse: The dozen or so years of abuse under Lyall’s previous Alpha didn’t occur in his human reincarnation, so he does not have as much brittleness to him, and is less inclined to keep still and quiet in the face of a challenge. That doesn’t necessarily mean he won’t try to hide in the face of danger, that’s just common sense, but his hiding behind a mask of stillness isn’t as instinctive a reaction.
~Alone: The lack of siblings growing up, and the lack of a pack now, means that Lyall grew up slightly less socialized than he was in canon, and also less adept at hiding behind blandness. It also means he doesn’t get out of his shell as much, socially, and most of his contacts are co-workers rather than family or adopted family.
~Social Standing: Lyall is not the equivalent of minor nobility in modern day Earth, as he was in Victorian London. He is not even particularly well off, financially. He doesn’t have that strict code of conduct required of a Victorian gentleman, and while he prefers to be polite and inoffensive in made cases, he is much more relaxed and casual than his werewolf self. He smiles more, too, and is less likely to stop himself before going on a cheerful rant about DNA in sheep.

~Wolf Form: As a part of the “fuzzy” side of the supernatural coin, in his world, Lyall has the ability to change into a wolf with about the same size and mass as his human shape: that is, of moderate size for a natural wolf, but small for a werewolf. It is very painful change, though he is extremely good at hiding it, and it is not instantaneous, but takes several seconds as bones break and reform, hair grows or shrinks away, and muscles completely realign. Common slang for the change is a “bone-bender”. A small partial shapechange, such as extending his teeth into fangs or changing the color of his eyes, is possible with much less pain, and is sometimes good for intimidating lower ranks.
~Full Moon: Though Lyall is able to keep his human mind as a wolf in most cases, the one exception is the night of the full moon, at which point the change is forced on him, the pain is worse than usual, and he is just a maddened, vicious hunter who only wants to kill and eat. Luckily (if one can call it that) he cannot change others with his bite, as he is not an Alpha: he can only savage and kill. The only thing that might keep him from doing so is love, and even that can’t hold off the instinct for long.
~Supernatural senses: Though most werewolves tend to have decent vision, they have actually supernatural senses of smell and hearing. A werewolf can smell every bit as well as a true wolf when in human form, and better when in wolf form, and hear even whispered conversations in the next room over. Lyall has been said to have the best nose in his pack, even able to tell apart different vampire and pack bloodlines by scent alone.
~Supernatural speed and strength: This is not an extreme increase in speed and strength, certainly not enough to fool the human eye or break steel chains, but it is enough to impress most mortals. Lyall, being fairly small for a werewolf, is much more balanced towards speed than strength.
~Supernatural healing: Werewolves are technically undead, and so always rapidly return to the state they were at turning: that is, unwounded, and with the same amount of hair (werewolves cannot shave or get haircuts, in fact). Unless a wound is caused by silver, or Lyall is very tired or weakened, it will heal within the span of a few moments. Because of this, while he is not immune to drugs, he does tend to recover more quickly from them, and he cannot get drunk on alcohol, as his body processes it too quickly. Silver wounds don’t heal any more quickly than they would on a mortal, and the touch of silver runs from uncomfortable to painful, and will poison a wound if any remains in it.
~Fighting: When in wolf form, Lyall is a fairly good fighter, enough to defend himself and the pack from challengers. He uses brains rather than strength, being able to hold onto his self during battle (fighting with soul, as it’s called), and is more tricky than powerful, liking to use his opponent’s size against them. For sheer endurance and strength, though, he’s definitely on the lower end of the scale. Fighting as a human, however, really isn’t his forte at all, as he’s a bit out of practice in swinging a punch.
~Special Diet: Since his change, Lyall cannot process a number of foods, particularly starches and sugars. His diet now mainly consists of meat, and mainly raw or at least rare meat at that, though he’s good with eggs and other forms of protein. He can, under duress and if he wants to be a bit uncomfortable later, eat some vegetables and simple breads, but fruits, pastries, and over-processed foods of all kinds simply out of the question.
~Sunlight: Sunlight is detrimental to the werewolf condition. During the daylight hours, Lyall cannot change as easily (or at all), supernatural strength and speed are much diminished, healing is significantly slowed, and he feels sunlight as an uncomfortable buzzing under the skin. Most werewolves prefer to be asleep when the sun is up. Under normal circumstances, being a very old werewolf, Lyall can withstand the sun and go without sleep for a couple days at a time, but that leaves him even more utterly exhausted and stumbling than it would a mortal man.

Roleplay Sample – Third Person:

Meeting another werewolf, a child, who doesn’t know what she is.

Roleplay Sample - Network:

Lyall being helpful to a confused young woman who just found herself in a brand new role-playing game.

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