Adam Lawson

occupation: Owner of Lawson's Mercantile; property manager

story: If there was one word to be used to describe Adam Lawson? Loyal. The man had walked through fire for damn near everyone on the island, and wouldn't hesitate to do it again. He came from this land, prowled and roamed it's bounty. Bled for it. Fought for it, and won.

Six generations of Lawson men came before him, the first to arrive found the island by happenstance. Driven from his Ohio roots with fear of discovery that he wasn't as he should be. That he didn't just walk on two legs, but ran with supernatural speed on four. He, along with his wife and their son, and a small pack of others just like them decided to strike gold -- Alaska was the hot spot for such a thing, as California's gold rush had already slowed. With the Klondike just in their reaches, a series of events took them from Seattle on the first boat they could find and that boat just happened to dock on Nowhere Island; where the abundance of lumber drew many a man, and a boom town was quickly forming.

With the density of forest surrounding Nowhere Island for hunting grounds, it was easy to incorporate themselves into the budding town; Lawson even answered the demand for goods as family's began to come to the island too and opened up a mercantile. All seemed to fall into place, with a hierarchy forming among the pack, leading it into one big family as their numbers grew. They watched as the town too grew, ever changing with the times and some even becoming staples in the community.

Monsters were very real, and seemed to be drawn to this island -- and sometimes were human, too. As the years dragged on and modern times befell it, the town council realized that they needed more hands. Hands that could do things that law enforcement couldn't do. It was then council member Art Washington who came up with the idea to strike a bargain with the third pack alpha to work together to keep the quietness and serenity of Nowhere Island, making it that much easier for the wolves to blend in with their human neighbors, and they'd be none the wiser of who walked among them.

Until it was Jack Lawson's turn at Alpha. Something inside that man was just rotten, and he took joy in the suffering of others -- starting with his own wife and son Adam and sparing no one in the pack. His males were rowdy, causing chaos and destruction whenever they ventured into town from the commune they'd built for themselves on the coastal outskirts of Nowhere. The women were treated just as rough as the community, used as things and governed by fear. Those who opposed Jack's rule disappeared, some by Jack and his goons, or other just on their own accord in the dead of night.

But Adam? He didn't share his father's sadistic nature. His mother protected him as best as she could from the abuse until her death when he was eighteen. He hated what was happening to the pack, that their numbers were dwindling and the violence was growing. So he trained, day and night. Protected who he could. Shielded anyone in his father's line of abuse, patiently waiting until he knew it was the right moment. Until he had numbers of his own on his side, other sons and daughters, other pack members who remembered what they once were. It came at twenty-one. Already a father himself, the fierce protectiveness that he felt for his own kid and his pack, had him standing up to challenge his father for Alpha with those sons and daughters behind him. In a fight that lasted hours, and nearly cost him his own life, he took out his father and banished others who sought to stop the younger Lawson's challenge. He could be every bit as violent and intimidating as his father, and just as savagely strong, but there was a difference. Adam had heart, and something true to fight for.

That day changed everything. The pack was restored to it's rightful glory, and became a family once again. No longer would the Lawson name be one to cringe at, or one to pity. He built his pack back up, and his business -- it had gone from general store to hardware sometime back in the 1930's, and was so close to failing under Jack's ownership. Lawson's Mercantile went under a heavy face-lift, and reopened as a sporting goods store, providing the town's locals and tourists with hunting and camping gear, bait and tackle, and weapons and ammo. He also began buying up property along the island, and older homes. Building and restoring, and then renting them out as both vacation and long term rentals. And once again the pack began to work closely with the town council to keep their town, and many of it's non-human residents, under the radar.

That kid mentioned? He was born to a pretty brunette right around the time Law's ma made her way to heaven. They married quickly to give the boy a name, but the relationship never stuck. Colt's mom didn't want to change her wild ways, and eventually disappeared from the island leaving her son in his father's care. The two of them, along with a nosy yellow retriever named Sal, made a good go of things all on their own. The outspoken kid had plenty of people by way of family with the pack that threw their hands in to raising him.

And then one day Quinn MacNamara showed up on the ferry, with stunning blue eyes and Irish on her tongue and a sexy sniper rifle she called Siobhan, and both of the Lawson men seemed smitten at once. Another word to describe Law? Determined. And that was probably why Quinn never seemed to make it off that island much in the last three years -- the last year of which she's been Adam's wife. Together, they run his pack -- their pack. Together, they're staples of this town and what it means, always willing to lend a helping hand to their neighbors and fellow businesses, and even the waves of tourists that helped put Nowhere Island on the map. Besides, they like the thrill of adventure and raising a pervy ten year old isn't as exciting as it seems.

face claim: Tom Hardy

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