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"Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon..."
Name
jesse oliver malarkey
Age
178
Looks
40s
Species
werewolf (born)
Alias
bull
Orien.
bisexual
Class
wealthy
Gender
cis-male
Job
landscaper
Location
ireland
Ethnicity
irish-american
Lover
russ
Appearance
An intimidating and massive mountain of a man, there was no way around it; he was nearly seven feet tall and solid muscle. Dark, chestnut hair was wild and long, reaching past his shoulders by a few inches and streaked in subtle sun-bleached highlights. Those silvery-blue eyes were sharp and intensely piercing, deep-set beneath dark brows. Though the beard upon his face was thick and mature, it was kept well-groomed and meticulously maintained with graying embraced rather than hidden. His skin defied its Irish heritage after years spent bathed in the sun, warm and gently bronzed.
Inventory
➣ phone
➣ wallet
➣ hair ties
➣ pocket knife
Skills
• gardening
• auto repair
• hunting
• diy
Likes
✔ hiking
✔ flowers
✔ motorbikes
✔ beer
Dislikes
✘ guns
✘ silver
✘ touch by strangers
✘ talking about himself
Personality
【✔resourceful, affectionate, strong, patient, loyal✔】
【♦competitive, pacifist, austere, mindful, humble♦】
【✘distant, reserved, jaded, self-doubting, insecure✘】
Mean and grumpy lookin' fucker on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside.
Jesse is a man of few words and even fewer needs.
Landscaper by trade, it can be quite the unusual thing to see such a large man working with such delicate flowers.
He is known by the locals, but hardly anything is actually known other than being polite, hardworking, and good at what he does.
more info
to come
soon maybe
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In Depth
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Weight
275 lbs
Hair
medium brown
Eyes
icy blue
Height
6'9"
Build
muscular, beefy
Piercings
none
Scars
many
Skin
warm fawn
Tattoos
none
Handed.
left
Scent
vanilla & sandalwood
Voice
Gravelly, deep.... 
Phobias
➢firearms
➢attachment
➢failure
➢intimacy
Abilities
➢enhanced senses & physiology
➢disease resistance
➢controlled shifting
➢accelerated healing
-◈-Quirks-◈-- Old school with dating, when he actually gets to. Goes all out.
- A romantic at heart and not afraid to show it.
- Intense and expressive eyes, can easily give away his emotions, but hard to hold his gaze long.
- Friendly towards humans, but makes a point not to get attached or involved with them.
- Very wealthy although he doesn't look it. Has no need to live lavishly. So he doesn't. Loves spending his money on people he likes.
- Blushes easily.
- Extreme self-esteem issues that stem from a very long run of very shitty lovers. With abnormally large endowment and the impatience of most wolf-kin, he's been turned down and rejected more times than he's actually had lovers. He now simply refuses to be seen naked or touched below the waist and takes extra measures (piling on blankets, pillows, extra clothes, ect) to ensure nothing can be seen or felt if he does get intimate with someone.
- He has given up on his own wants and desires in the bedroom and simply focuses 100% on his partner if he is lucky enough for them to stay once they realize penetrative sex isn't going to be an option.
- Actually rather inexperienced with a great deal about sex. Hasn't had the opportunity to properly explore with anyone plus growing up in a time there weren't any other resources or options to persue, gave up too much to look into anything further later in life.
- Very into D/s dynamics, though mainly stemming from wolf life rather than BDSM. Just happens they overlap quite a lot. Falls into the gentle daddy dom role easily.
-◈-History-◈-- Born in 1845, late May, in Ireland.
- Parents immigrated from Ireland to America with baby Jesse during the famine. They followed many other pioneers and headed to the new lands in the west.
- A small Were pack in present-day New Mexico was encountered, they settled down with them. Chama river canyon area. Overall very peaceful and spiritual.
- Nearby Navajo tribe asked the pack for help when Confederate soldiers started rolling through and killing. Jesse's father and 3 others who volunteered to help did not survive. Jesse was 17. A big celebration was had between the tribe and pack to send their deceased into the next life.
- 4 Similarly aged pups he grew up with in the pack. Sonia, Jane, Thomas, and Luis. There was a LOT of fucking around between them as teenagers. Jesse and Sonia, growing up essentially as siblings, did not do any of the fucking around with each other.
- Jesse's mother becomes "pack mom", pretty much mothering everyone and becoming an extremely respected figure.
- By age 20, the pack had doubled in size as more people moved and settled west and more wolves came across them.
- Throughout his 20s, Jesse is a menace to alpha Mateo. Cocky, rebellious, constantly showing off, challenging authority, questioning everything, even sneaking into human towns at the edge of their territory to steal things for the shits and giggles. Mateo sees great potential in him despite his young and dumb behavior, takes him under his wing. Feels the only reason he's acting out is because he isn't being challenged and motivated. Mateo is a very strict teacher, but kind and fair.
- By 30, Jesse's behavior is curbed and refocused towards better outlets. Through meditation, sparring, and being brought in to Mateo's council to learn diplomacy and problem-solving, he quickly becomes a secondary leader, Mateo's right-hand man.
- Also starts encountering issues in his sex life around this time, faces some of his first rejections over his size and has a small accident that results in an injury and reputation.
- Mateo, growing increasingly annoyed with humans encroaching on theirs and the Navajo's territories, decrees that any non-Navajo human be killed if they trespass. As a traditionally peaceful pack, and the order coming without going through the council first, it is highly controversial and protested. Jesse attempts to reason with him and make some amendments to the law, but Mateo doesn't budge on the matter, claiming that their presence has already disrupted prey, contaminated certain water supplies, and done irreversible damage to the land with pisspoor farming attempts. If allowed to continue, it could mean death for the pack.
- Jesse personally takes to scouting missions, refusing to let anyone kill and instead uses fear tactics to keep humans getting too close away. After a year of this, Jesse's mother convinces him to challenge Mateo for leader position. He already has the backing of majority of the pack, and he is a force to be reckoned with, Mateo's only equal in strength.
- At 35, Jesse issues the challenge. Per tradition, it is done by physical combat, but not to the death, only until surrender. Jesse has a slight advantage of being larger and younger, but it is still a hard fought battle that leaves him with a scar across his face and several on his arm, but ultimately he wins with Mateo's surrender. There is no bad blood between them, Mateo is proud of him. But he is also too proud to serve beneath such a young wolf and leaves with his mate.
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- Jesse meets Eliza at age 44. A newcomer to the pack, slightly older, very patient and generous but also very blunt and confident. He becomes enamored with her and courts her for a full year before they really start dating.
- For almost two years they are together. She falls pregnant and it's decided they should make it official and become mates. They decide to do it on the solstice which would only be a couple of months away, thus preparations begin for the ceremony.
- Unbeknownst to him, a few individuals had been plotting against him, unsatisfied with his leadership style. They were loyal to Mateo and his anti-human ideals. It took them some time, but they hatched a plan to attempt to oust Jess. They would slip out at odd times and run raids on settlements nearby or any humans they caught out on the trails. Unfortunately it all backfired horrendously. The sheriff of one of the settlements called upon the help of skilled hunters and exterminators of unnatural beasts and together they devised their own plan.
- A reluctant truce was called between the traitors of the pack and the humans, with what seemed to be a common goal: Get Jess out and relocate the pack somewhere deeper in the desert, further from encroaching humans. It was meant to look like a hostage situation. One of the traitors being 'captured' and held, another tasked with informing Jess and leading him away to rescue their packmate, and the third still within the pack with the intention of whipping up discourse and anger.
- Instead, the hunters followed them to the pack. It was an ambush and massacre. Jess arrived at the designated location to carry out the rescue, but their packmate was already dead. The traitor with him panicked and started coming clean about the whole thing when he too was taken out by a bullet through the brain. Jess made quick work of ripping the lone hunter out there to shreds, but by the time he got back, his pack had all been slaughtered. Mothers and pups alike. His mother. Eliza and their unborn child. His entire family and way of life was gone. The semi telepathic neural link they all shared was utterly and completely silent. He failed them.
- Three hunters remained. In a blind rage, Jess recklessly and brutally threw himself at them. Two went down with ease. The last one got a shot off just above his hip. The second shot landed squarely against the bone of his hip, forced him out of his wolf form from the extreme pain and the silver bullet lodged within. Just as the barrel of a gun was pressed against his brow, the hunter was struck through the eye by an arrow quickly followed by several more. A hunting party from the allied Navajo tribe had been out on the edge of their territory when they heard the gunfire. Just so happened it was one of Jess's good friends, too.
- Shilah, his friend amongst them, wasted no time and tried digging the bullet out. Unsuccessful, he had to cut until he could find it as quickly as he could since Jess was still conscious and in a volatile state. Eventually he did pass out and they were able to haul him away to safety back home with the tribe. His bleeding was staunched and the wounds cleaned and stitched, and there he stayed for some time to recover. The severity of the trauma rendered him mute and unresponsive for the majority of the time.
- Just as soon as he could walk again, Jess ran. Terrified and completely alone, he simply listened to his instincts to run as far from death and danger as possible and to never look back.
- After some time wandering and physically healing, Jess fell in with an outlaw gang comprised of other supernaturals. It felt like a pack in some ways with all the support and care they offered. The boss of the gang was another wolf, Malcolm. Older by a few decades, charismatic, confident, and apparently quite sympathetic to Jess's plight, he seemed a good leader. The kind of guy who took in the misfits and unwanteds, those who had nowhere else to go. It didn't take long for Jess to get a little smitten with him.
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