Rowan Slade

Rowan Slade was born and raised in Wolfhaven, Oregon along with his twin brother Ash. They were the sons of a large and prominent werewolf family in the sleepy college town, a very rich and powerful family at that. Rowan and Ash wanted for nothing; they had the best clothes, the best toys, attended the best schools. While his brother excelled academically, Rowan was the more physically skilled of the pair.

It was during a ski vacation to Aspen, that Rowan's life would change forever. He and his brother had stopped at a local dive bar looking to 'slum it' and maybe find a cute girl or guy to share for the night. After a few (terrible) beers they set their sights on one of the waitresses, a cute blond with perky tits and a tight little ass.

She wasn't interested and made that clear, but the boys wouldn't let up. And when Rowan put his hand on her backside she slapped him, only to have Rowan slap her back. Well that drew the attention of a very large, muscular, brute of a man name who those with him called "Tire Iron".

Now Jake "Tire Iron" Jones was not an ordinary man. He was in fact a vampire, a Brujah and the leader of an anarch motorcycle gang called the Bloodriders. In his defense, "Tire Iron" gave Rowan a chance to back off but the hot header snot wouldn't give up. A fight broke out, Ash was knocked out and left for dead with a broken arm and a few cracked ribs, while Rowan was.. taken.

"Tire Iron" enthralled Rowan, binding him and addicting him to his blood. He made Rowan his blood bitch; he made him wear a collar and lead him around on a steel leash. When they rode, Rowan sat behind "Tire Iron" on the bitch seat, holding his master's hips. "Tire Iron" never called him my name anymore, he was 'Bitch' to his master, or 'Tire Iron's Bitch' to the other gang members. His master took great pleasure in making him feel pain, cutting him, putting cigarettes out on his body, choking him, and so many more unspeakable things. And he was raped. Some people say that vampires don't have a sex drive - Rowan doesn't know if they do or if they don't, but he does know that "Tire Iron" and his entire brood used him like a sex toy.

The Bloodriders headed east. They were nearing Baltimore when they caught wind of pursuit. Werewolves had tracked them down, Rowan's family in fact. Maybe it was because of a premonition, or maybe it was just one last act of cruelty, but "Tire Iron" embraced Rowan a few days before the werewolves overtook them. The wolves slaughtered every single vampire.

It was Rowan's father who found the orphaned fledgling - he should have put him down, it was the Law - but Rowan's dad just couldn't kill his own son, even though he was now a monster. He told Rowan that he could never come home and that he could never contact the family again or his life, such that it was, would be forfeit. Rowan's father told the pack that it was done, that he had killed his own son, and they returned to Wolfhaven to mourn.

Rowan is now alone and confused as he rolls into Baltimore. He is physically free from "Tire Iron" but he doesn't think he will ever truly be released from his Sire's hold.