The Personal Guard of Logan,
Ecthelion of Clan Tiegan




Allain


6 ft. 3 in.
Dark Brown hair, worn almost chin-length
25 years old
213lbs.
Light brown, chocolaty eyes
Has sired 4 children so far

He’s sweet and fun-loving, just like that boyfriend everyone used to have back in middle or high school. The only time he’s not sweet and gentle is when his Ecthelion or his clan is facing a threat. Because his four children came as a result of two sets of twins from two different women, the clan is considering using his sperm and artificial insemination to increase their numbers. Allain doesn’t like this idea, mainly because it’s cold and clinical and he doesn’t get the chance to actually have sex. He believes that any woman who agrees to have children for the clan at least deserves a few wonderful nights in bed. Like all Weres, he believes in the sanctity of women, and always goes out of his way to make all the women he comes in contact with through out his day feel special. He’s doing this to hide a very dark side of his personality that he doesn’t want to admit he has. Underneath the happy, handsome exterior, he lives a tortured existence.






Bob


5 ft. 11 in.
Almost black hair
Age unknown, maybe 30
206lbs.
Black eyes
Has not sired any children so far

He’s a bit of a mystery. He showed up at the gates of the clan stronghold as a very young child, before his changing time. He’s only spoken one word so far in his life. When he first arrived, they tried to figure out where he came from, when asked what his name was, he told them it was Bob. They determined he was indeed a Were, but not from clan Tiegan. No one has been able to figure out what clan he is from. None of the other clans that clan Tiegan is allied with was missing a child or even a young woman who may have been pregnant. He forged a bond with the Ecthelia of clan Tiegan, and she is most likely the only reason he survived his changing time. He has a very high proficiency in hand to hand combat, which is not odd for a Were, but the fact that his proficiency is in the martial arts certainly sets him apart from the rest of the personal guard. One more thing, as far as anyone knows, he hasn’t bedded a woman yet. No one is sure why.



Brindel and Lance


Brindel
6 ft. 4 in.
Dirty-blonde hair
27 219lbs. Blue/grey eyes
Has not sired any children yet.

Lance

6 ft. 2 in.
Dirty blonde hair
27 years old
202 lbs.
blue-grey eyes
Has not sired a child yet.


Known in their clan as “The Tasty Twins” (obviously only the women call them that), these two are surprising, in that they might be pretty boys, but they are the most silent and deadly of the personal guard. They are clan Tiegan’s assassins, as was their father before them. While the lack of children being born bothers the rest of the clan, these two have so far been content to be he ladies first choice. They are rather full of themselves for members of a species that worships women. Their only saving grace is that they are SO handsome and charming, you can’t help but allow it. They might be twins but they don’t share. They have put each other through some serious injuries when a woman has decided that she can’t choose which one she wants to sleep with. During my interview with them, they almost started to fight over me, even though I assured them I wasn’t there for sex (no matter how tempting it was…and my gods was it tempting!) So, I happen to know from personal experience that they are both just as magically delicious and naked as this pic makes them out to be.

The Personal Guard of Sargon,
Ecthelion of Clan Gaur

Dinendal



6ft. 0 in. tall
215 lbs.
Light brown hair
Blue eyes
32 years old

Intense and quiet person, but the women he beds aren’t! They rave about his stamina in bed. They say he is a generous lover, giving them many orgasms before he lets himself go. Other than that, there isn’t really any info on him. His fellow guards only say that he has their complete trust. He refused an interview which makes me all the more determined to dig up some dirt on him, but the Council of Elders will give me a hard time on this. Makes me suspicious since they’ve been so helpful and forth-coming about everything else. He has sired one child so far.










Mahtan


6 ft. 2 in.
215 lbs.
Mocha skin and hair, worn in dreads
Black eyes
29 years old

Known as “Maht”, (pronounced “Matt”).A favorite of both his fellow warriors and the ladies’, he seems easygoing and calm. You only see the volatile side of him when he’s fighting or hunting. He can’t control his animal side very well. Fear makes him react like a hunter. He can’t help it. Even when he’s just hanging out with the guys though, he keeps that wide open stare busy, searching for prey. With the ladies, he is so smooth that the guys tease him that he hypnotizes them! He doesn’t blink much so it gives the impression that your every move is being cataloged for meaning. He has sired 2 children so far.


Fergus (claimed but open)


6ft. 5in.
225lbs.
Dark brown hair
Golden-brown eyes
30 years old

He’s a hottie isn’t he? You should have seen the picture before I cropped it! He’s 6 ft. 5 in. with the dark brown short hair you see in the picture. He has changed a few things since this picture was taken, getting his nipples pierced and about 4 tattoos at last count. He’ll happily show them to you if you ask. He’s not shy, and since he rarely wears more than his plaid most of the time, he doesn’t have much to strip to show the less obvious ones. He’s loud, crude, obnoxious, and prefers to drink Guinness over Scotch. He loves his car bombs. Like most of the pack, he sees no point in owning his own vehicle, and just uses the ones owned by the clan when he feels the need to go into town and socialize with the humans. He’s a ladies man, always willing and ready to flirt with any female he meets, no matter their age. He just flat out loves women. Half brother to Shander. A drinker who loves to start bar fights with humans and blame it on his brother. He seems restless, and maybe moody, like if he sits still too long, he starts thinking, and he really doesn’t want to think. He doesn’t go for any one type of woman either. He likes them all. In fact, he seems to genuinely love them all. He’s been known to purposefully ignore the most beautiful women in a bar and focus all of his attention on the quiet one in the corner whom no one talks to, or maybe the pretty one’s fat friend. He and his half-brother are a team and nearly inseparable. He has not sired any children yet.


Gelmir


6ft. 4 in.
230lbs.
Dark brown hair worn very long and braided when he goes into battle
Blue eyes
36 years old

Has long hair now, loves to show off. Posed for several nude photos when he heard that Fergus has posed for one. He’s a show-off, always needing to get one up over the others. He’s the fastest, and the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat. He’s got a few tattoos. One band of runic markings around each wrist to show his status in hand-to-hand. One on his leg of his clan standing as a personal guard. One right above his cock of the moon, so if he ever asks if you’ve seen a full moon over the hills of Scotland, beware. He might strip down to show it to you. No piercings yet, but he’s thinking about it. He refuses to get one anywhere near his dick. They all refuse to go there. Reproduction is sacred to the Weres, so y

He died in April of last year, and I wrote this then. I figure, I'll post it again since I still miss him like crazy.

Jeremy Freauff was my friend...and he died recently. This came as a huge shock to me, having been out of contact with most of my friends. Actually "Huge Shock" doesn't really cover it. It was more like getting taken down by a clothesline as you round a blind corner. His memorial service will be tomorrow. I will go, and gather with friends I haven't seen or talked to in years. We will "pay our respects" although that's not really in keeping with Jerm's personality. It would be a better memorial if we all showed up in PJ's and laughed the whole time.

Have you ever had a friend that, the minute you see them, you smile, because you know they will sport a huge grin when they see you, even if they just saw you 5 minutes ago? Jerm was that kind of friend. I want to tell you a little about my friend. All I have are my memories. Maybe some of his friends will add to this.

When I got the news of his death, I doubled over, like all the breath had been knocked out of me. It hurt beyond measure to even see the words. It's that instant horror and grief that hits you when you realize that you'll never see someone's smile again.

After I finally started breathing again, the first thing that popped into my head was his laugh. He had a laugh that was ten times bigger than he was. He was a tall, skinny, lanky boy, with shaggy, yellow-blonde hair. But his laugh made you expect a big corn fed farm boy or maybe a burly biker dude. I never could understand how such a big sound could come out of such a skinny guy. I'll never forget his laugh. So when I remembered it, when I thought I heard it, it was so clear, and loud, and perfect, I turned around to see if he was standing behind me.

Rational thought kicked in and I felt silly for my reaction. I didn't want it to be true. I hadn't talked to him in years, but I could so clearly remember how he brightened every day I spent with him.. It's amazing how quickly grief can make you weak. I called a friend, asking for information, confirmation, denial, anything at all. And I got it. And I cried, and cried, and cried until my son came into my room and hugged me.

He had just woken up, so he was still warm from his bed, and I pulled him close and held on as tight as I could, until he squirmed and complained that I was "squish-squashing" him. He informed me that I did not look pretty this morning and demanded breakfast. And that quickly life resumed its normal beat. The new sorrow was still there, but life forever demands attention, and there are always things to be done.

As I'm going through my day now, I keep remembering little things, like how he always seemed to be a loud mouth, how he always stole my gummy bears (only the red ones), how much he loved swimming, One incident is particularly clear. The swim team had an awards banquet every year. It was pretty much the only time we saw each other dressed in our Sunday best. One year, Jeremy walked in to the banquet, and in his normal loud voice declared that we all looked as good with clothes on as we did without them. It startled a waitress so bad she dropped her tray and broke dishes. She was bending down to pick up pieces of china but staring at Jeremy and the rest of us with her mouth hanging open.

That was Jeremy. Even if he didn't intend to, he usually managed to add a double entendre into a conversation that made you giggle. He loved to play tricks on people, to tell jokes, to misbehave in general really. He made everything seem fun.

That is what my friend Jeremy was like. I love him and I will miss him. I hope you all have friends like this in your life. Even if they only stay for a little while, they make life brighter.