Name: Garrett Ryan Mathews (Usually goes by Ryan, his middle name.)
Age: 157 years, stopped growing when he turned 23.
Gender: Male
Rank: Delta or Warrior?
Summary: Garrett Ryan Mathews, also known as Ryan for short was born in 1886, mid-July. He has a sexy, and hypnotizing charm that make mortal women stare in awe when he walks into a room. The ladies man is however not the go getter women would expect, for he's a business man who spends his time mostly on the road away from all the celebrations and parties. Garrett stands at about "6ft, 3inchs" and weighs 230lbs. His eyes are two seductive, hazel brown hues, framed by a choppy haircut of dark brown and light brown strands. Most of the time he is quiet, standing from a far. His apparel usually concludes of a nice suit or on casual events, he is dressed in a pair of jeans with a black v-neck and cardigan.
His family's pack originated from London, came to Boston and lived there over forty years. When he was born, he was announced the future Alpha. Working up to his expectations, he became a strong, hardworking man as well as werewolf. Ryan's werewolf is 9ft and 7inch tall, covered in a pelt of dark brown and light brown just like his natural hair. While Ryan is a more quiet, hard worker his wolf is different. The wolf within him is arrogant, treats females unkindly but knows how to obey an Alpha/Alphess when told. A monster lays behind a friendly mask, and with that, most shifters run away terrified of what the great brute could do.
Garrett's pack were worried, scared, and horrified by the werewolf that would soon rule their pack. They were afraid that even though Ryan was normal and his wolf was uncontrollable that it was a sign of the demon.
When he graduated, he moved to Chicago, educating to be a lawyer and then traveling the long roads to New York only five years later. Ryan was never poor, nor in need of assistance. He did everything on his own, payed the bills, went to school to major in law, and lived peacefully on his own in New York City. His days were never interrupted by his wolf, he basically learned all there was to keep him locked away until Garrett let him be free at late nights. He sat on the top of his house a lot, over-looking the city lights and civilization below. No one ever wanted him, not even a nice women to bring home to the folks before he moved. He lived a lonely life, looking for someone to take him in and accept him. There was just one problem wrong though. How will I find someone?
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Joining Keys: Membership Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: Blood strained from his dark brown pelt, long sharp canines bared under the moon's glow. A vile, wicked laugh echoed out of his throat in full satisfaction over the immortal's lifeless, distill frame. It'd had felt like it had been days since he was unleashed to the night by his own body. Taunting the women had been the greatest part of the evening so far. Her every scream made his eyes glow sinisterly brighter brown.
The alleyway of the Chicago buildings were pitch black, the only light was the moon's iridescent glow barely even giving enough to see someone's own two front legs. With the vision to see clearly at such times of day, it benefited to him greatly. The muscles on his back squeezed and contracted, panting from running after the other shifter. She was fast for a female, unfortunately he had the power of great agility, taking her down in a quick few minutes. The wolf grinned, peering from side to side before running back into the shadows.
A blanket of his original form took over once again, showing his tanned skin, and standing on two feet, draped in a pin-stripe suit with a tie undone. It was mid of winter, brisk winds blew through the windows. Ryan reached down into his trousers, pulling out a chain attached to a four carrot gold watch. His large frame expanded, then shrank blowing out gust of visible air from his agape mouth. 4:25 a.m. He mumbled under his breath, jaw tensed. Looking down to the women's body, his lips pursed and his thumb slapped the lid of the watch angered with his self for letting that beast take over. He knew it was going to happen, but the fact that it was another like him didn't thrill him too much. "I'm sorry." He whispered, then letting a sigh escape his lips. It was late, one foot after the other, Ryan headed back to his apartment, never looking behind to see the women's features again.
Age: 157 years, stopped growing when he turned 23.
Gender: Male
Rank: Delta or Warrior?
Summary: Garrett Ryan Mathews, also known as Ryan for short was born in 1886, mid-July. He has a sexy, and hypnotizing charm that make mortal women stare in awe when he walks into a room. The ladies man is however not the go getter women would expect, for he's a business man who spends his time mostly on the road away from all the celebrations and parties. Garrett stands at about "6ft, 3inchs" and weighs 230lbs. His eyes are two seductive, hazel brown hues, framed by a choppy haircut of dark brown and light brown strands. Most of the time he is quiet, standing from a far. His apparel usually concludes of a nice suit or on casual events, he is dressed in a pair of jeans with a black v-neck and cardigan.
His family's pack originated from London, came to Boston and lived there over forty years. When he was born, he was announced the future Alpha. Working up to his expectations, he became a strong, hardworking man as well as werewolf. Ryan's werewolf is 9ft and 7inch tall, covered in a pelt of dark brown and light brown just like his natural hair. While Ryan is a more quiet, hard worker his wolf is different. The wolf within him is arrogant, treats females unkindly but knows how to obey an Alpha/Alphess when told. A monster lays behind a friendly mask, and with that, most shifters run away terrified of what the great brute could do.
Garrett's pack were worried, scared, and horrified by the werewolf that would soon rule their pack. They were afraid that even though Ryan was normal and his wolf was uncontrollable that it was a sign of the demon.
When he graduated, he moved to Chicago, educating to be a lawyer and then traveling the long roads to New York only five years later. Ryan was never poor, nor in need of assistance. He did everything on his own, payed the bills, went to school to major in law, and lived peacefully on his own in New York City. His days were never interrupted by his wolf, he basically learned all there was to keep him locked away until Garrett let him be free at late nights. He sat on the top of his house a lot, over-looking the city lights and civilization below. No one ever wanted him, not even a nice women to bring home to the folks before he moved. He lived a lonely life, looking for someone to take him in and accept him. There was just one problem wrong though. How will I find someone?
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Joining Keys: Membership Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: Blood strained from his dark brown pelt, long sharp canines bared under the moon's glow. A vile, wicked laugh echoed out of his throat in full satisfaction over the immortal's lifeless, distill frame. It'd had felt like it had been days since he was unleashed to the night by his own body. Taunting the women had been the greatest part of the evening so far. Her every scream made his eyes glow sinisterly brighter brown.
The alleyway of the Chicago buildings were pitch black, the only light was the moon's iridescent glow barely even giving enough to see someone's own two front legs. With the vision to see clearly at such times of day, it benefited to him greatly. The muscles on his back squeezed and contracted, panting from running after the other shifter. She was fast for a female, unfortunately he had the power of great agility, taking her down in a quick few minutes. The wolf grinned, peering from side to side before running back into the shadows.
A blanket of his original form took over once again, showing his tanned skin, and standing on two feet, draped in a pin-stripe suit with a tie undone. It was mid of winter, brisk winds blew through the windows. Ryan reached down into his trousers, pulling out a chain attached to a four carrot gold watch. His large frame expanded, then shrank blowing out gust of visible air from his agape mouth. 4:25 a.m. He mumbled under his breath, jaw tensed. Looking down to the women's body, his lips pursed and his thumb slapped the lid of the watch angered with his self for letting that beast take over. He knew it was going to happen, but the fact that it was another like him didn't thrill him too much. "I'm sorry." He whispered, then letting a sigh escape his lips. It was late, one foot after the other, Ryan headed back to his apartment, never looking behind to see the women's features again.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 2:09 am by 
