Edmund Markus Bales
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NICKNAME(S)
Since a young pup in the pack, and attempting to fit amongst the humans as well as any young werewolf could in the public school system, Edmund has always been called by his middle-name, Markus. And not because of a general distaste in his first name, of which he does hold a certain lack of affection for it, but more along the lines that really no one really realized 'Edmund' was his first name - he's known and introduced as 'Markus'. Other nickname(s) usually revolve around some variation of 'Markus' from then on. But friendly play-fighting days amongst the the newly turned sixteen year-olds often had 'Fur-face' and 'Wolf-breath' being tossed at one another, and one of his fondest - 'Fluff-but'.
AGE
25 years old.
GENDER
Male.
SPECIES
PURE Werewolf
PLACE OF BIRTH
Cherry Blossom, Washington, USA
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual
RANK
OCCUPATION
Daycare Center, Preschool Instructor
MATE
ABILITIES
Markus can shape shift into his wolf form and out of his human form at will, and vice versa. It has taken him time, however, to master this without the full moon's forcing, and the embarrassment on his record of having been stuck a furry issue for almost nearly a year when he was first turned at sixteen years old was a strong motivation tool; but he can do it now without so much as a hitch, and wears either form with controlled easiness.
Where other wolves were fast and quick, he is fast and quick but is graceful and elegant in turn. He knows exactly how to shove his weight around during a fight, and makes it seem effortless with his careful use of brute strength. However, ask him to compete in a full out sprint with other wolves of his age group, it'd take him longer to get his limbs underneath him in a proper rhythm and be working up to a decent speed while the others would be waiting for him to catch up at the finish line ahead already, but the stamina he has in the long run can be a terrific assest.
WEAKNESSES
* Swift to anger.
* Stubbornly proud.
* Lactose Intolerant.
* Likes to cook, but isn't very good at it.
* Children and laughter will be the end of him one day, of this he's quite certain.
* Struggles recognizing others, and his own to an extent, emotions. Tricky bastards.
* Quick to judge, internally and externally, and very little but a direct order will cause him to sway his original opinion.
Markus can shape shift into his wolf form and out of his human form at will, and vice versa. It has taken him time, however, to master this without the full moon's forcing, and the embarrassment on his record of having been stuck a furry issue for almost nearly a year when he was first turned at sixteen years old was a strong motivation tool; but he can do it now without so much as a hitch, and wears either form with controlled easiness.
Where other wolves were fast and quick, he is fast and quick but is graceful and elegant in turn. He knows exactly how to shove his weight around during a fight, and makes it seem effortless with his careful use of brute strength. However, ask him to compete in a full out sprint with other wolves of his age group, it'd take him longer to get his limbs underneath him in a proper rhythm and be working up to a decent speed while the others would be waiting for him to catch up at the finish line ahead already, but the stamina he has in the long run can be a terrific assest.
WEAKNESSES
* Swift to anger.
* Stubbornly proud.
* Lactose Intolerant.
* Likes to cook, but isn't very good at it.
* Children and laughter will be the end of him one day, of this he's quite certain.
* Struggles recognizing others, and his own to an extent, emotions. Tricky bastards.
* Quick to judge, internally and externally, and very little but a direct order will cause him to sway his original opinion.
Markus is a young man that has come into his full adult strength, tall and strong. He has a solid jaw, a nose that had been broken on several occasions, wolfishly intelligent dark eyes, sharp, pointed features, and a lean, but mean, and well-muscled frame. He will never be thought of as beautiful, his features are rugged and tough and have an appeal of their own. He has a dark unruly mop of black-brown hair atop his head, and likes to keep it short, neat, and well-groomed; and is at the barber at least once a month, because he cannot stand the weird things it's liable to do when given more length, waves are one thing but curls is another realm entirely. Numerous scars slash across his frame like horrible decorations, each with their own stories (and he knows them all). Most of the silvery, fine slashes covering his arms and chest, are little more than the marks of a growing up child, however, clearly a little more rambunctious than most. Heavier marks, like teeth punctures and deep clawed swipes, are likely remnants of pack-life and his training. Some he's even had made into inked decorations on his arms and shoulders, partially to hide them and honestly just because he could (artistic license, perhaps?).
In wolf form, Markus is a gaunt, dark wolf, and is nearly as large as those of strictly Alpha bloodlines. He has clean proportions and a narrow muzzle. His eye shade becomes slightly lighter in this form, but still shines the same harsh, vicious intelligence as before. His fur is colored the same coal black-brown shade as his human form's hair, but has lighter golden honey and silvery gray slivers scattered throughout. It is of a wiry length and heavy coarseness regardless of the time of year, and is constantly bothered by random cowlick or wave or curl keeping it from falling properly along his frame.
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's;
His hair was perfect.
Markus is often described as a cold, quiet, and serious, individual. He has compassion, but a ruthlessness in turn. He doesnât wish to cause harm to anyone, and always wishes for events to be resolved without violence; and yet when confronted with the choice he knows what he has to do, and will not lose any sleep over it either honestly - as he knows how to move on and continue to survive. He has a certain lack of patience bound within a highly intelligent mindset. He doesn't mean to come off as rude, but he's very much a no-nonsense sort of person and will not be putting up with explaining things to "stupid" people. This leads him to a near constant state of exasperation amongst his peers and silent eye-rolls. He is extremely quick to judge, internally and externally, always looking for the best - and unfortunately, to his distaste, always finding the worse to take note of. Markus knows his flaws, but cannot change the force of habit that he has done it all to himself without a doubt. Yet, he represents the best that a human being (or werewolf) can be, given context. He doesnât desire control, and when he has it, he wishes only to avoid the abuses that he sees others commit with it. Understands manipulation and knows it is necessary. He has learned that in life we are sometimes forced to play games that we would rather not play, and that sometimes winning must be second to nothing else. And still, he manages to retain his humanity and hopefully his compassion wins out in the end. But despite his flaws, Markus has a nothing to lose, and everything to gain, sort of attitude. An asset to his pack for many moons to come...
...:Likes:...
* Chess.
* History.
* Fighting.
* Cooking.
* Intelligence.
* Tactician / War Games.
* Children, fluffy and human.
* Order, Responsibility, and Power.
...:Dislikes:...
* Elderly, or anyone else particularly weak and sickly.
* Heights.
* Spiders.
* Running.
* "Stupid" people.
* Milk, Cheese, the works.
* The past, and future; he likes to focus on the present.
...:Fears:...
* Has an irrational fear of mechanically inclined vehicles, and will not travel in cars, ride a motorcycle, or fly in a plane. While get to where he needs to go by two or four feet, or by the bicycle he's recently acquired.
* Equally frightened of heights and spiders. He in general prefers not to go any more than ten feet off the ground at any given time, and the bloody bugs have way too many legs period.
* Markus isn't afraid of being killed, or dying, but is secretly afraid of what comes after. With all that he has done, been a part of, etc; what will happen to him?
* Chess.
* History.
* Fighting.
* Cooking.
* Intelligence.
* Tactician / War Games.
* Children, fluffy and human.
* Order, Responsibility, and Power.
...:Dislikes:...
* Elderly, or anyone else particularly weak and sickly.
* Heights.
* Spiders.
* Running.
* "Stupid" people.
* Milk, Cheese, the works.
* The past, and future; he likes to focus on the present.
...:Fears:...
* Has an irrational fear of mechanically inclined vehicles, and will not travel in cars, ride a motorcycle, or fly in a plane. While get to where he needs to go by two or four feet, or by the bicycle he's recently acquired.
* Equally frightened of heights and spiders. He in general prefers not to go any more than ten feet off the ground at any given time, and the bloody bugs have way too many legs period.
* Markus isn't afraid of being killed, or dying, but is secretly afraid of what comes after. With all that he has done, been a part of, etc; what will happen to him?
"My parents raised me up in the passive-aggressive culture of pack-life, with a lot of sarcasm and righteousness. That went with my weird messianic complex rather well. The ego I gained is a fascinating monster. I was taught from a young age that I had to serve, so that turned into me thinking I had to save the planet. And when I completed a job, no matter how gruesome and/or against my basic morals, I felt good."
Nicholas and Jaina Bales have been with the pack many years, and have the roots of either of their bloodlines deeply embedded a multitude of generations back (and perhaps even to the original werewolf that started the pack). A successful hunter and wily guardian in their own rights, it was long over-due occasion but they finally welcomed a new pup into the pack on a breezy, chipper-day in late October, and named him Edmund Markus Bales. Markus was born into a happy family, and had all the attention and needed love to from his two elderly werewolf parents upon their retirement of their jobs within the pack and surrounding community. Pack-life was essential from the get-go and it was no surprise his change happened earlier than most. And with it came responsibilities and duty of becoming apart of the pack, he trained with an almost mindless devotion to become a Guardian. He is still on good terms with his parents, and never particularly had the annoying urges of most teenagers to rebel against them; he respects and loves them both dearly. But with the growing distinct age gap between the, he often fears coming home to the quaint cottage on the outskirts of town where the three of them live together and finding them having fallen alseep for good. Even then, he protects them and takes care of them with the money he gains from his job at the Daycare center, and keeps them up to date with what happens on in the pack.
