Rounding out this skittles bag of weres with Cole! He's the unfortunate product of a particular curse bestowed on his family three generation ago which allowed them to turn into weredogs. Specifically, were labrador retrievers. Not the most fearsome choice in the lot, I know, and that fact was something he grew up resenting. He was raised within a pack of proper werewolves in NY, always the runt, the weakling, the domesticated one, and he made mistakes as a teen just to find some semblance of acceptance. He ended up finding this while serving as the loyal pet of a sick little girl, arguably the best two weeks of his life. His grandfather carted him off to Virginia when he was seventeen, away from the influence of the pack, allowing him to find his own way of dealing with/making the most of his curse.
Seven years ago Cole made the move to D.C. on his own to fullfill an agreement he made with the demon who had caused the curse in the first place. He works at Beelzebub's bar, and as security staff for a security software company. He's a fun, loyal, dependable guy who might be a little guilty of embracing his canine side a little too much at times. The fact that he's likely one of the only types of weres who can get away with running around in his animal form with no one freaking out only enables him.
I'd love some friend lines! Coworkers, maybe, enemies, frienemies, anything and everything!