Pre-Bite
Andrew, or Drew as he'd rather you called him, lives a pretty normal life... If you're not putting it under a lot of scrutiny that is. His story is one of averages; he came from an average home with two normal parents in Texas. It was a typically white protestant upbringing and he ended up being a mostly typical young man. He did all the right things, stayed in school, played on the football team. He just never really tried that hard. He was more of a dancing through life kind of guy; taking everything as it came and never planning out the big things. The most interesting thing to happen to him in high school was probably finding out he was gay. It wasn't one of those lightning-strikes kind of moments and more a couple of quick and desperate experimental run-ins in the locker room; it was enough for him to realize what he wanted, especially after trying the same things with a few girls around town. He never bothered to come out, per se, but he never hid in the closet either. Anyone who asked got a straight answer, including his mom so that was his story. It didn't exactly scream novel and that was the way he liked it.
He was the kind of guy that preferred a night at a kegger than a night hitting the books, but he wasn't a high school dropout either. Hell, he even made it all the way to community college; his sister had already done the whole big college experience thing and she was on her road to becoming a doctor. That was good enough for the parents, so he never urged himself to following in her over-achieving footsteps.
The thing was, even in the wake of the SRM Andrew’s family were human and as human as they came, there were no skeletons in their closets, no cousin or distant relative who happened to be a were, a vampire or a witch. Their knowledge of supernatural creatures and their customs was practically non-existent and they preferred their ignorance to working towards knowledge. Drew himself, born in the late ‘80s was instead fascinated by them, breaking the mould his family had worked to forming. He kept this a secret though, reading books, making friends in school with supernatural creatures and never bringing them home to mom and dad.
It wasn’t like he was completely obsessed with them or anything, it was just that they were different and in a world that he viewed as completely mundane it was easy to get caught up in the differences between their species as an interest. Which is probably how his path ended up taking the road it eventually did…
Post-Bite
After high school it was natural progression for Drew to go to college, as far as his parents were concerned he was studying towards becoming an accountant. Instead, he started a course on Supernatural Relations; the workings behind the politics of the 21st century and how supernatural creatures fit into their fought-for place in the world.
College was a good place for him, he got a job working in one of the local bars, pulling maybe a few too many shifts so that he could afford to live in his shitty apartment and cycle to work. But he loved his job, maybe a little bit too much considering it quickly started affecting his studies, he felt like he was getting the real world interaction with supernatural creatures that he craved a little more than actually studying them, considering the diver bar he served at was known for being a very supernaturally orientated watering hole, especially among the weres.
It was during his time there he found his boyfriend at the time Javier, a werewolf, and fell quickly in love in the kind of way that tended to happen when it was your first non-fling. It seemed too good to be true, they both starting living together in the same shitty apartment, both working similar jobs to make ends meet while Javier taught him more about werewolf culture and how they lived among packs, things Drew was slowly getting first-hand experience with rather than just reading about the procedure in some textbook. They were stupid and young, caught up in a whirlwind romance that moved a little too fast, especially when talk came around about Javier giving Drew the bite, changing that fascination for supernatural creatures into a real-world living experience. Drew was sold instantly, that childhood fascination carrying him to this decision, he thought taking Javier's bite was a good thing, he wanted to be just as special, didn't he? It was the first above-average thing he could've done so along with his new skill set he sported a rather delicate yet large scar on his ass, pre-planning worked pretty well that way, even if it was just about the stupidest place he could’ve gone for, it was meant to reduce the pain, less chance of tearing a muscle or an artery if it went wrong.
It was meant to be a dream come true, spending their lives together as equal; it just... it didn't work out that way. Sure he loved learning what it was to be a werewolf, turning into a massive wolf and running around your local forest? What wasn't there to enjoy? The huge problem, however, was that the more he fell in love with being a werewolf and existing within the supernatural sphere of life... the less he loved Javier. It was a bit wild, the way he wasn't so much in control any more, the part of him that was meant to be in love just wasn't in love, he wanted to be wild like the wolf and Javier... he'd become a constraint and two werewolves living under one roof wasn't the whole loving pack he'd wanted. Instead it was a lot of snapping, snarling and their little problems being blown out of proportion by high tensions. So he did the smart thing, or what he wanted to see as the smart thing and he left. Not just Javier, but his course at the college and his job. He figured that the studies were no longer important, that getting a job working with the politics of the SRM no longer mattered when he’d finally become a member of that world.
He found a new town, a new supernaturally inclined bar and started working full time. Told his parents he just needed some time one of those bullshit excuses all young people make when they've decided to throw their lives out the window; they had no idea he’d become a werewolf, he’d stopped visiting, stopped calling, was breaking away from that old stiff background in a way he’d never thought imaginable. It helped that if they knew, they’d be disgusted that he decided to flip allegiances from their old ways. He just wanted free of all those constraints, hell, the man would go live on a mountain if he could but he enjoyed the buzz of other people too much, of his customers... especially those of whom he took home at the end of a hard shift, those people who bought him drinks at least, it was just the way he dealt with things.
He went out more, found some friends. Those special kinds of friends like him and before he knew it he was in a pack of like-minded free spirits. As far as his parents were concerned he was just a stoner drop out, but his pack? They were more family than he ever needed and for the first time in a long time his life wasn't so average... it was brilliant and he’s spent the last six years having the time of his life.