Bargain Bad-Trade, Blade Brother

Name: Bargain (Bar to friends) Race/Species: Dire Werewolf (Can shift between humanoid, wolf, and full beast form) Role: Scout, Hunter, and Reckless Vanguard of the Rebellion Appearance: Humanoid Form: Tall, lean-muscled, with light blonde hair, slightly feminine in the right lighting. Wolf Form: A wild black fur covered body streaked with silver. Sharp golden eyes, elongated muzzle, and a perpetually cocky grin full of too many teeth. Sometimes carries his sword in his maw. Beast Form: A massive, dire-sized wolf—hulking shoulders, jagged claws, and a scarred muzzle from fights he definitely shouldn’t have won. Attire: Wears a ragged leather harness (mostly to hold weapons, not for modesty), white leggings, and a chipped longsword strapped to his back. Personality: Hot-Blooded: Impulsive, restless, and always looking for a fight—or a way to show off. Loyal (In His Own Way): Would die for the rebellion… but also might start the battle early because he got bored. Cocky: Talks big, fights bigger, and has the scars to prove both. Playful: Even in dire situations, he’ll taunt enemies, steal their hats mid-combat, or howl just to unsettle them.

Bargain is a firegiven fangs— snapping jaws and reckless grins, the kind of creature who turns war into a game and survival into a dare. The rebellion’s strategists groan when he’s assigned to patrols; the enemy’s scouts pray when they see his shadow loping through the trees. He doesn’t hunt like a soldier. He hunts like a force of nature—a blur of fur and steel, here and gone before the first drop of blood hits the dirt.

In humanoid form, he’s all restless energy—pacing, flicking his ears at distant sounds, fingers drumming on his sword hilt. But when the shift takes him? That’s when the real Bargain emerges. A dire-wolf with a predator’s grace and a teenager’s ego, he’ll barrel through enemy lines with his longsword between his teeth cleaving knees, rip banners from their poles mid-sprint, and howl directly into an archer’s face just to watch them fumble their shot.

Bargain doesn’t just patrol the kingdom’s forests—he owns them. The tangled thickets, the blackened oaks, the ravines where even moonlight fears to tread—these are his domain. While the castle’s walls have Minnie’s unbreakable strength, the woods have him: a living, breathing ward against trespassers. He knows every root that twists into a snare, every stream that hides quicksand beneath its surface. His presence alone is a deterrent; the kingdom’s enemies whisper that the trees themselves grow teeth when Bargain hunts.

But he’s no silent sentry. He wants intruders to know he’s coming. A howl cut short. The snap of a branch just behind them. A shadow that moves too fast to be natural. He doesn’t just kill invaders—he plays with them.

Backstory: The name was never meant to be kind... When the slavers dragged them from their den—Marler snarling, Bargain (then nameless) small enough to be tucked against her ribs—the buyer eyed his sister’s iron muscles and warrior’s stance, then flicked a dismissive glance at the scrawny pup clinging to her. "I’ll take the she-wolf. Not worth my coin to feed the runt." Marler bared her teeth. "Then you get nothing." A pause. A sneer. "Fine. Take them both—but I’m paying half-price for the little one. Call it a… bargain."