Gale McCenry
[Theme. ]Sky Becomes Water ~ City of the Fallen
[Image Song. ] Painted World ~ Two Steps from Hell
Work and love;
these are the basics.~Theodor Reik
[Name. ] McCenry. Gale McCenry. Nothing more to it but certainly no less than yours.
[Gender. ] I am male,yes, and I do not plan on changing that fact
[Nickname. ]I do not bear a nickname that I am aware of.
[Age. ] I am 32 years old.
APPEARANCE â â â ââThings are not always as they seem;
the first appearance deceives many.~Phaedrus
[Face Claim. ] A few have depicted me as looking like a chap named Oliver Altman. I am not sure about you but I have personally never heard of the lad
[Height. ] 5'6
[Weight/Build. ] I would consider myself an average sized man, with sleeker muscles. I do not particularly like using the word thin, but that is how most would say. I just do not inhabit a bulky figure, and thus I have smooth muscle, not big and bulk. I average at a weight of 143 pounds and my last recorded height is 5'6. So all in all, I could blend in a crowd with little to no struggle.
[Hair. ] Some say sandy, some say dirty, however, I would prefer the terms dark blonde. Just because it looks darker does not mean it has to be related to any ground substance. My hair style on the other hand can vary, depending on the day. It can get fairly wavy, do I dare say curly? But if I were to flatten it then it would most definitely surpass my eyes and reach the tip of my nose or jaw.
[Eye Colour. ] A humble green would be their hue and saturation. Their shade is dark and were carefully formed within, at least I would hope, average sized sockets. Although, many have addressed me about fairly lazy eyelids that make me look rather tired or overworked. Whether that is true or not is up to the eyes of the beholder.
[Scars/Piercings/Tattoos. ] I do have numerous, insignificantly sized scars among my thighs and arms from my work, and my hands are calloused roughly from experiences I had in the past with my work. The largest one, and my most distinctive one I would have to say is my hand. My left hand is missing three fingers, the last three to be exact. I also have a...lesser eye, that being my left as well. It is not blind completely, but it is the equivalent to you placing your hand in the way of your side view in a way. But I am left handed so if you decide to try and, let us say, get in a fight, and you try to sneak up on my left side, just note that in that brain of yours. I might be missing some fingers, but I am not helpless by any means. However, I would much rather not fight, for it is not fun for you and especially not me. As for tattoos or piercings, no, I have none. Tattoos are vile and piercings are pointless.
[Notable Features. ] My hand is definitely my biggest feature, but some people comment on my curly hair. Other than that, I am a pretty average look guy.
[Description. ]People sometimes say its rare to see me smile. I do not really think that is true, it is just that people do not often put me in an environment in which I can smile. I am not going to smile if something is not entertaining, funny, or exciting. All the drama about other people and who did this and that is not any of those things, so if you want to see me smile, like most people do, do something worth smiling about.
[Occupation. ] I wish I could say that I work on my own accord, although that would not be the entire truth. I am a local mythological investigator, which is not the same as a scientist or a biologist. It has similar qualities, however.
[Preferred Clothing. ] Something comfortable. If it is comfortable and I can move in it without difficulty, I will wear it. Though, I have a specialized backpack that I use when I am out on a job. It is a fairly large, square backpack. It is square because it is made of wood, but I covered it with leather. It has drawers and shelves inside if you open the top and bottom to hold jars and tools for collecting when I am out. Things like tweezers, flashlights, petri, bottles, knives. Basically anything I could need to collect samples. I also carry a Digital SLR in case I need to take photographs as well, but I usually stay away from using it, seeing as flashes and clicks could possible take the whole investigation into the trash. Though, if you want specifics on my clothes, I suppose I will tell you what I wear on the job. I typically either wear hiking or combat boots along with dark coloured combat pants. The shirt does not matter except that it is dark, and I wear either a black jacket or trench coat. If it is raining, it is usually the trench coat. Other than that, it varies. Oh, I also wear my wedding rings. For sentimental reasons.
Common sense as well as
common values all lead us.~Joan Blades
[Sexuality. ] May I say none? Is that an option?
[Oddities. ] I suppose you want me to list them all do you not? Alright. Well, to start off, I slouch. Considerably so. I am allergic to cats, hate horses, dogs, and bats, and I am left handed. I have terrible hand writing, I honestly do. Sometimes I cannot even read it, which is saying a lot. I do not typically sit in the actual seat, for I often sit on the arms of chairs and sofas. I am extremely ticklish, so do not you dare try anything. I hate spicy foods, for I cannot even tolerate the mildest of salsa, and I dislike card games. They bore me, and it just seems pointless in my eyes. I am a terrible liar, so I hardly even try to lie, because I would just get caught. I get brain freeze easily, and last but not least, I am not very tolerant to pain. I try my best to cope with things, and I am by far not afraid to get hurt, but there are some things, for me, that hurt a lot more than for other people, which can be a problem sometimes. But I deal with it most of the time.
[Habits. ] Alright, I will list these too then. I call people by their real name. I do not use nicknames or anything like that. I am not very fond of nicknames, so if you have one, then deal with it. I talk to myself often, and most times I do not realize this, so people can often times get confused or simply think I am crazy, which is a debatable subject depending on your definition. When I walk, I walk with purpose, so this means I walk briskly and with no dilly dallying. I walk straight to my destination and I do it as quickly as possible, so if you ca not keep up, then it is my fault. If you should ask me about my work, I tend to ramble on, and sometimes to the point where I end up talking to myself again then to the person who actually asked the question. Often times people have to cut me off.
[Likes. ] Not only am I a mythological investigator, I am also a paranormal and natural phenomena enthusiast. I enjoy listening to others unnatural encounters and I enjoy researching it, hence my occupation being my career.I take joy from sketches and drawings, having made my living that way in my early years, so I usually draw a picture along with my descriptive journal entries.
[Dislikes. ] Do not make me laugh, my list of dislikes will travel through the door.But a couple I can think of at the top of my head is dogs, cats, I am allergic to cats, people, birds, aquatic animals and just about everything that is between those. Simple enough?
[Fears. ] Oh lord, you are going to make me laugh. Yes, I have a few phobias and fears. My entire job somewhat revolves around it so I try to push through it. Although, there are a couple things that I find... difficult to brush off. Such as horses, large spiders, and I am not talking Daddy Long-leg. I am talking anything bigger than my face, and yes, spiders can get that big. Let us see here, what else. Oh, lord, I hate dogs. Dogs are absolutely the lowest of lifeforms and I cannot see how on earth they came from wolves. Wolves are intelligent, very intelligent creatures. Dogs are just stupid. Pardon my language, but dogs are so damn stupid that I do not see how they thrive here. That completely boggles my mind. If I was granted one wish then that wish would be to wipe out the entirety of the dog population. Ugh, I hate dogs. I hate them.
[Hobbies. ] I do a lot of research in my free time. I am almost always looking at samples I find and examining things. If I am not do that then I am researching and reading up on something important. If I honestly do not have anything to do, then I will draw.
HISTORY â â â ââPeople are trapped in history
and history is trapped in them ~James A. Baldwin
[Relationship Status. ] Single. That is all I have to say about that.
[History. ]
[ Memorable Experience. ] Hm. Well, I suppose you do not want me to go into my silly sob story just yet so I will give you a few minor memories that haunt me.
1987 I met my first dog. Horrible experience. I was hiking and someone did not have their dog on a leash and it chased me. I ended up falling down the cliff side 15ft and broke my collar bone and Tibia. Then the dog caught up with me and ate three of my fingers. Not pleasant.
1988 I got my own place and turned it into a small laboratory of sorts. I was just getting into my occupational hobby and interests. I had started hunting for ghosts, can you believe, but thankfully I was pulled away from that and into things such as my own mutational hazard and things of the sort.
[ History. ] My story... hm...I am sure you do not want me to start from birth so I will head to the next best thing.
I was six, that being the year 1987. I was walking home from class and messing around like any kid would. There was this one girl who I had fallen in love with at first sight. Of course, you are probably thinking that I was six, there is no way that it was real. And being truthful, I thought the same, since I knew all about love, being taught by my runaway father. I thought there was no such thing. However I tried to ignore my gut feeling, though fate is a funny thing. We had ran into each other, not literally, and ended up becoming good friends
I was fifteen and I was working on a new painting for Hana, my best friend and soul mate since I was six. Although, I have never been too popular with the boys at school, for Hana was a very attractive girl, even for high standards. When I was almost done, apparently a group of boys had come on by and asked what I was doing. Of course, being a friendly child, I said it was a gift for Hana, and they did not take too kindly to that atall.
Long story short, it was not long before I was on the ground in pitiful tears, boots and knees hammering me in my stomach, back, face, and groin. They had ruined the picture and were planning to beat me until I had appeared dead, then leave me in the trash can. I know this because that was what they said while they kicked me.
Now, let us see here. What was next. Oh, yes. My mother passed on from a heart attack on July 7th,1998, I was seventeen. Very tragic, I am aware, but please, do not pity me. I have made it through it without any and I will not tolerate it now. That year was also the year I moved in with Hana and her folks, though, they did not particularly like me much.
After I have arrived in Ocean Hill, and got my own place, Hana moved with me and I got my first professional investigation in the year of 1999. It was a very intriguing case, I would say. It only ended up being a rabid cat, but it was fun, I would have to say. I also found that I was allergic to cats then.
On August 24th, 2002, I was engaged to the love of my life. Being 21, we were not the most cautious couple, yet we were better in our ways than even younger couples.
Not too long later, October 10th, 2013, we had an outdoor wedding, and only Hana's family and friends arrived, since you should know me well enough by now to know I do not have many of those. I would have to say it was by far the best day in my life. Stereotypical, I know, but what can I say?
As if fate and bad luck came to an agreement, on March 17th, 2014, Hana had passed on due to a fast pace disease she had been transmitted by a bat. A bat of all things in the world. It was not a dog, a squirrel, cat, a bird even. A bat. Bats and dogs have had their competition for the pedestal of my most hated species, but in the end, dogs had won. Please do not make me repeat that competition to you, it would be dreadfully long.
Only one more thing, do not worry. I had started a business of my own after that so I was not fully depending on my artistic capabilities in order make my living. April of this year was when I officially opened Beyond Reality Agency, a small agency where people can call me in to research some sort of phenomena or paranormal activity. No, GhostBusters is different. All they do is capture ghost and lock them up. As for me, I research and record its differences and document the activity without necessarily capturing it if I can help.
As we all know,
lasting relationships can't be rushed. ~Simon Mainwaring
[Mother. ] Adwin McCenry. As you know, she is deceased.
[Father. ] Not sure. I never knew my father, let alone his name and whether he is alive or not.
[Siblings. ] I was an only child, so I grew up without any siblings, unless my mother or father adopted someone that I am unaware of.
[Friends. ] Until someone can prove otherwise, no, I do not have any friends that I know of. At least none that would take a weekend to spend time with me. Not that that bothers me.
[Lover. ] Hmhehheheh. Well, I'm sure you know who that is already...or was...
[Notes from the Players. ] Feel free to contact me about any ideas you have. Whether you want to be a friend or a family member or whatever. I'm open to ideas.
