Omri Latham

Omri Woodville Latham

Portrayed By:	Corey Sevier
Status:	Alive
Age:	23
Occupation:	Escort
Family:	None
Significant Other(s):	Bad for Business
Freak Factor:	Vegetarian

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Background

Omri was born on April 30, 1986 to Harold and Melinda Latham in Henderson. Harold was a career Army man, and spent much of his time stationed in Las Vegas, leaving Omri to primarily be raised by his mother. While Harold was around, he was always on base, or with his squadron buddies. Such was his life until 1990, when Harold was sent to Iraq for Desert Shield. Desert Shield turned into Desert Storm, and in the blink of an eye Harold had been home only for a few days over the course of four years.

In August of 1994, Melinda was walking her 8 year old son home from an evening at the park. It was getting late, dusk settling over the desert sky. As they left the park, they were attacked, and she was viciously mauled by a grotesque creature, a werewolf. In the attack, Omri was bit in the leg, but managed to run off. The werewolf chose to remain and finish dining upon Melinda, and Omri lived to tell a tale only one man would believe.

Harold was called home to renew his military career as a widowed father serving on a domestic base. He was bitter, and his psychiatric state had not faired well given his time in Iraq. When he returned to raise his son, he was an abusive, firey tempered man, suffering from flashbacks and panic attacks that often ended in Omri beaten or locked in the small cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. Harold hid all of this from everyone on base, working diligently to not have to give up his career and spend his life in a VA hospital with PTSD. Even more terrifying, Harold was now faced with rearing an eight year old who turned into a voracious monster every full moon, a secret he maintained mostly because if the military shrinks found out, he would surely be forced to relinquish his duty and be institutionalized, as no one would ever believe that. He built a five by five steel box with small airholes, and every month when the time came, he would lock Omri within it.

^{Omri after a long day of work.}

When Omri was sixteen, his father's continual locking up of his son during the full moon become the ire of a local werewolf who could control his changes and would tolerate the caging no longer. One summer evening, the werewolf struck as Omri was being placed within the steel bars, and after beating the man with a baseball bat, mauled him. Terrified, Omri ran away that night, and was never found by authorities. The crime was investigated and, since it occurred on base, was covered up by the military, probably the Initiative.

Running away to Vegas proper, Omri began a life on the street. For a short while, he lived in the underground cities in the sewer networks, but eventually, found that a young attractive teen could make quite a living on the street selling himself. It didn't take long for him to learn the trade, and he built a client base strong enough to keep him living in hotels around the city.

Since then, Omri has tried lead the life of an Escort werewolf. He has studied the occult as a result, and often winds up the victim of rotten luck in situations he should have just steered clear of. As he's grown older, he's continued to work on gaining more control of his werewolf self. He's made a lot of progress, but will never gain full control until he grapples with the psychological element of the change, something that is unlikely to ever happen. Instead, his physical control sometimes manifests when he is under great duress, in the form of a quick flash of yellow wolf eyes, quick claws and flickering of fang.

Relationships

Name	Relation	Notes
Chance	Um…?	Something between a sidekick, packmate and secret admirer. No idea what to do with her.
Mr. Hawthorne	John	Mr. Hawthorne was a very well paying Out-call client for nearly a year before just ending services. No idea what happened.
Jeff Brown	Nerd	Met him in the park. Seemed nice enough, but kind of a book worm. Somehow knows Mr. Hawthorne.
Limwik	Guy	Retired detective, a little creepy, a little nice, and a whole lot of annoying.