Oswin

Oswin does not look like a werewolf, to anyone. He's a middle aged, portly man with neatly combed brown hair and unfortunately old-fashioned mutton chops. He wears glasses. He wears neatly pressed work-shirts and nice slacks. He helps his wife in the kitchen and takes out the trash without being asked twice. He's nice. When left to his own devices, Oswin is one of the most genial, good-natured people that anyone is likely to meet. He's cheerful and always tries to keep his spirits lifted, while at the same time being prudent and practical in covering all his bases. He does, on occasion, Try Too Hard. Despite being white as wonderbread in the middle of one of the largest immigrant populations in London, he is always ready to smile and treat everyone like his neighbor. The fact he does not know any language beyond English sometimes hampers him, but this is okay. He has a phrasebook. Watching him try to use it is a source of endless amusement for his packmates.