Mark Donal O'Brian

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Mark Donal O'Brian
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Dintin
  • Race: Lycanthrope, human
  • Age: 33
  • Body Type: Muscular
  • Height: 6'4"
  • Weight: 230 pounds
  • Complexion: Lightly tanned
  • Hair: Dark brown
  • Eyes: Dark green, glowing.
  • Handedness: Right handed
  • Scars: Many
  • Personality: Asshole/Class Clown
  • Mannerisms: Aggressive towards most, but always ready to make a joke and very chill with those he likes
  • Likes: Guns, fighting, American Football, Scotch, Cigars, Old Muscle Cars, women, Metal music
  • Dislikes: Most people, emos, most gays, pop music, etc.

• Description

  Description for Human form:
  Mark would be seen leaning against a wall casually. He seemed generally uninterested with the people around him, instead focusing his attention nowhere in particular. He had dark brown hair, and some black stubble on his chin. He was tall, looking to be about 6'4", and was muscular. He had good bone structure, with a square jaw and well proportioned facial features, his eyes spaced right and his nose not too big but not too small. The thing that stood out about his face the most was his left ear, it almost looked like someone had taken a bite out of it. He looked to be in his 30's, and he was apparently human, although the glow in his eyes seemed to say otherwise. He had several tattoos, most probably of sentimental origin. He had a large Celtic knot on his neck, with no beginning or end to symbolize the never ending cycle of life and death. He had a triskelion on his forearm, which represented progress or competition. On his other forearm he had a Ken rune, which is a symbol for flame, it symbolizes sex, action, heroism, and is the rune of the fierce warrior. He probably had other tattoos, but that was all that could be seen at the moment. He wore a long sleeved button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with a pair of faded blue jeans for pants. Overall he seemed a friendly sort, with a deep, booming voice that carried a thick Irish accent, maybe a hint of a southern drawl. He always wore a smile on his lips, even when talking about the saddest thing one could imagine.
  
  
  Description for Half-Were form:
  A hulking beast that lurks in the shadows of the woods. It was perhaps 8' tall and that frame was filled out by muscle that must have totaled nearly 400 pounds. The surface of his fur of this wolf, which walked on two legs rather than four, was rippling as the muscles underneath tensed and released. His coat was thick, almost jet black,with a tan streak going from his upper chest down to his groin, and white tips on his ears and 'hands'; as well as a streak of white down his muzzle. On his legs, arms, and around his neck it fluffed out, forming a mane around his neck that gave him a regal appearance and making him seem all the more muscular. He had a square jaw and a moderately sized muzzle, high cheekbones, and 'sideburns' so to speak where his fur made his face seem wider. His eyes were bright green and seemed to suggest intelligence and calm. The wolf-man was fully nude. His upper legs looked just like a humans, however at his knee it would go back, then another knee cap was there on the back of the leg though, and then it would go down to his large foot paws. It made his legs look vaguely like Z's. The beast was a werewolf clearly, although it didn't seem bloodthirsty or wild, it seemed to be in complete control of itself, however this could all just be a trick he used to lure in his prey. It would howl loudly and then dart off, a leap would send it out of sight.
  
  
  Description for Full-Were form:
  A large wolf stalks through the woods, his four large paws silent as they step along the grass and leaves. He was larger than the average wolf, perhaps a meter tall, and a rough estimate would put him at 200 pounds. He had a long, flowing blackish-grey pelt, which appeared silky and clean. Their was a streak of white down his muzzle and a large spot of white on his chest which went down to his underbelly. The fur would thicken out around his neck to form a mane, giving the wolf a regal appearance. His muzzle was moderately sized and had a row of sharp teeth, only visible when his lips were pulled back in a snarl, which was uncommon. His ears were perked up and constantly swiveling from side to side, picking up any noises of prey. He had deep green, glowing eyes which seemed to suggest intelligence, and maybe just a hint of mischievousness. His tail had a white tip on the end of it and was rather fluffy, it waved slightly, only adding to the sense of being friendly rather than bloodthirsty. The wolf was overall a beautiful example of it's species. The wolf would start to run, much faster than a wolf should be able to, and soon it had dashed through a hedgerow and out of sight.
  
  He can change into all three forms, their just different levels of the curse.

• Biography

  .....Mark was born to a wealthy family, his mother the CEO of a company and his father a 5-star chef and owner of his own restaurant. He was the eldest of three children, two boys and a girl, and he was always the one responsible for taking care of his two younger siblings. He had always been a step ahead of himself, being able to run before he could walk, read before he could talk, and when he did learn to talk he was surprisingly articulate for a child. He matured, mentally at least, at a rapid pace, able to grasp complex social and political problems and situations by the time he was 7, which his father would attribute to him letting a young Mark watch R-rated movies and play M-rated games when he was four and up.
  .....His late child hood and early teenage years were populated with sports, friends, and even the occasional girlfriend. He'd always been athletic, his best sport being football, although he played basketball and did discus and shot-put as well, later in life he'd get a full ride scholarship to the University of his home state to play football. He'd been somewhat of a socially awkward child until high school, and when he did hit high school he truly blossomed.
  .....During his entire high school career he never went without a girlfriend, and for the majority of his time in high school it was the same girl, and not to mention he always had a big group of friends with him. He'd been widely recognized as the nicest asshole anyone ever met. He'd loved high school, and it had loved him. He graduated in the top 10 for his class and gave a speech on graduation day, but when he got offered a scholarship to the only college he had wanted to go too he'd instantly accepted.
  .....College was his time. He joined a frat that did plenty of partying, but was respectable academics wise, and became famous state wide thanks to his time playing football. His life consisted of classes, most in business, history, or languages, football, and then after games and on days when they didn't have practice he'd party. He'd always had a passion for languages, and during high school had become fluent in Spanish. In college he would learn French and Russian, becoming fluent in French and mostly so in Russian. His college life was wonderful, and he enjoyed it greatly. He would graduate after four years near the top of his class, giving similar speech to the one he gave at his high school graduation.
  .....After he graduated he had the opportunity to play pro football, he declined it and instead joined the Navy, and after completing the necessary requirements he'd join the Navy SEAL's training program. The coming year and 7 months of his life was hell on earth for him, every day pushing his body to the absolute limit. At the end of it though, he would be a Navy SEAL, officially, and he'd never been prouder of himself. His mother was at the ceremony, his father having been hospitalized shortly before from a heart attack. He'd stay in the states just long enough to go to his fathers funereal after he died in his sleep in the hospital, and then he'd be shipped off to war. His missions included target eliminations, taking suspects into custody, and just in general causing chaos and discord within the ranks of his enemies, he was quite good at his job. He would be awarded the Navy Cross after he rescued a hostage from the hands of terrorist and in the process saved the lives of four of his teammates. The experience would leave him with two bullet wounds, a bite mark on his shoulder where a wolf had bitten him, and a broken leg. He would return to the states and be placed in the hospital to recover and receive his medal, and then he would request an honorable discharge.
  .....Life after the SEALs was interesting. The bite from the wolf became infected, but healed on it's own before he could go to get it checked out, then one night on the full moon he would black out, and wake up naked with blood on his fingers. He'd been more confused than horrified, since he hadn't been drinking that night, but when it happened again next month on the full moon he figured it out. The next five full moons went similarly to the first one, however he's now learned to control his powers and only transforms if he wants too, or when he's in a weak state mentally and the full moon comes, and in both instances he can remember what happens when he's a lycan now too. It took him a little bit to reintegrate into society but he managed with little difficulty. He would move to where he currently resides and open up a restaurant which would later earn a 5 star rating and after that he'd open up a popular club. He's now earning a comfortable living and at 33 is looking to settle down with someone and start a family, although his days of fooling around aren't entirely over. The only problem he's come across is that lycanthropy is apparently an STD too...