Upon his acceptance to the Storm Lords, under the sponsorship of Crash of Thunder, Bastian spoke to his new brethren. Prior to accomplishing his trials, much of this information was immaterial to the other Uratha.
Hello everyone. My name is Bastian DeWitt, and I was born in raised in Arsenal, Utah. I am the second child of Marten and Inola DeWitt and the only known Uratha in my bloodline.
On my father’s side, my ancestors were Dutch settlers that came to town back when it was still called Buchanan. They were bankers or merchants but they weren’t able to weather the troubles the town had, and so here I am, a blue collar man.
My mother is Paiute. She rebelled from her family by coming into town more often than they’d like, and my dad was, apparently, quite the lady killer in his day. The two hit it off fast, mom got pregnant, so they got married. Pretty typical, I guess, for a couple of teenagers in their day.
My sister Winona is a few years older than me. She had just finished up her degree in Business Administration at Weber State when our dad passed away. Winnie put her plans for grad school on hold and came back to help me deal with things afterwards and to take care of mom.
My dad worked at Arsenal Steelworks for twenty-five, thirty years without a single safety incident. Then one day, he dies on the job. Management said negligence. We cried foul. Law suit happened, we settled out of court. It was enough to keep mom squared away, and a little extra too. Maybe we should have gone to trial, but it’s not like we had the money for legal fees, and the union can only help so much, right?
Winnie and I decided to put the extra cash to use. She didn’t want to spend any more time away from home being at school, and I couldn’t bring myself to go back to work at the Steelworks. So, we opened a bar and named it The Dutchman in honor of our dad. That’s what everyone called him at the steel mill, since he was so gung-ho about his heritage. It’s a decent spot, over by the mills. Our clientele is mostly other factory folk, but obviously all of you are welcome.
Anyway, I’m a fan of the outdoors, which’ll come in handy from now on, I suppose. I’m a social creature too; I like to chat about this and that. Back at the mill, I was always trying to follow what was going on with the union, with management, that kind of thing. Maybe because of my dad’s love of his heritage, I paid a lot of attention to our town’s history and that turned me on to politics, I guess.
Bastian looks a lot like Dwayne Johnson, but without the tattoos. He keeps his hair short, sometimes buzzed, other times a crew cut. He wrestled in high school and worked an industrial job for about ten years, so he got used to keeping his hair short. He dresses in a lot of flannel button-ups, jeans or utility-type pants, and workman’s boots, shopping at places like Wyoming Work Warehouse. In broad strokes, his closet is full of maroons, grays, and blacks.
Bastian’s wolf form actually exhibits his Native American side, giving him features indicative of a coyote. In contrast with the gray wolf, coyotes have a smaller nose and more pointed snout, and long ears with pointed tips. Coyotes have more copper in their fur than gray wolves, especially on their ears and snout, though the rest of their body shares the gray and beige colorations of their wolf cousins. As one manifestation of his Giant size, his wolf-form ears are particularly exaggerated. To anyone familiar with the species, he would stand out as a unique individual, but not so much that he appeared supernatural.
Bastian in War Form is around 10’ tall and weighs close to 500 lbs. Like his wolf form, he has prominent ears with pointed tips, a longer, narrower snout, and flashes of copper along both. The rest of the fur would be beige with the salt-and-pepper gray and black mixed in. One distinction from his coyote lineage, though, is if he roars, it sounds very much like a five hundred pound predator.
Bastian drives a dark-red Ford F-150 with a Weber State specialty plate. His older sister, Winona, looks like Olivia Munn. He lives in an apartment above The Dutchman.