Post by richardmcgovery on Jul 10, 2012 20:16:18 GMT -8
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Richard Hull McGovery
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 39 / August 18th, 1972
Occupation: Flower shop owner
Race: Lycanthrope
Appearance;
Richard looks a tad bit old for his age, blaming it on the stresses of life. He had medium brown hair, with dark hazelnut eyes, sometimes mistaken for black. When he can, Richard does not mind a good suit with a formal and clean appearance, but at the same time can easily pull off a long sleeved shirt and jeans. For his business he tries to mix a bit of both by having a change of cloths on hand for the dirty work, and a clean pressed outfit for monitoring the store front.
He wears his hair shoulder length, leaving it to its natural wave, and tries to keep clean shaven but often is left with scruff. He is slightly below average height for a Caucasian male, and keeps good posture to try and gain every inch he can. Richard is toned enough to deal with his work, but not a fighter for the most part. Preferring wit over brawn 90% of the month.
Personality;
Richard keeps to himself most of the time and will not go out of his way to enter conversations of relationships weather it be friendly or more. He prefers the company of his plants to most any blood driven being, though he plays nice with his customers. A sales man at heart he can be very persuasive when one can get him talking. His speech has been compared to hypnotism on multiple occasions, to which he blames his Scottish accent.
Another side of Richard, is his temper. The man is patient in the best and worst of times, but push the wrong buttons and he is prone to snapping. Much like the wolf that he is, you do not want to be in snapping distance. Also, one should avoid his enemy list at all cost, Richard is a grudge holder, and is not above stooping to low levels to gain revenge.
One weakness that he has yet to over come is children. He does not interact with them much, nor does he fancy their company. However, One thing is certain, he would defend any youth, friend or stranger. Also, in the event it is needed of him, he can show a child great kindness, usually ending in an observation and action on any neglectful parenting. Some would call it fatherly instincts, but having never been a father Richard is quick to dismiss this idea though he knows its probably true.
History;
Richard was born in 1972, on a small farm in the Scottish highlands. Growing up he lived a normal live, graduating high school top of his class. Continuing to finish college to become a botanist a few years later with a degree, and honors. A brilliant mind well suited to the memory skill required for the field and bright curiosity for the new and undiscovered. He never gave the occult any time of day, and barely participated in Halloween, if he was even home in the first place.A true non believer from the get go. Never aware that would all change, and in a way ruin him.
On an excursion to Brazil he met Falicity, at first the butted heads, both very dedicated to their own ideals, until one day they found those differences brought them closer than eve intended. In two years they were married, and more than happy as husband and wife, and co-workers. Traveling, documenting, writing, the did it all side by side with a few arguments here and there, all was well. One year, on their 5th anniversary Falicity began to slow down, starting to crave a family life. This was not something Richard didn't want, it had just come sooner than planned for him. It took some convincing but he managed to squeeze one last trip out of her before they started trying for a child. A rare chance to visit the heart land of East Africa.
Heart set on this trip Richard had it all planned out, when bad news fell on the family. Falicity's mother had been diagnosed with cancer. Richard knew he should have stayed, but instead left his wife to tend to her mother, and went on the trip. The first few nights were filled with sights and adventure. Leading him to an area where few dared enter, the local guides would not accompany him, but it did not startle Richard at all. Setting off with a compass and his fellow botanists they entered the small forested area, to spend a night that would haunt them forever. Deep in the forest they found little that was new to the botanic world, but something that was new to them. In the dark of the first night the camp came under attack. A white beast of amazing strength wandered into the camp. Bullets would not take it down, its teeth snapping steel like it was twig. 3 died in the brutal rampage, one safely made it up a tree, and Richard was faced with the beast, backed into a stony outcrop. Out of his mind with fear he pleaded for all to stop, he prayed to see his wife again. And as teeth locked around his arm he feinted.
Waking in a hospital back in Scotland, he had been unconscious for 2 weeks. His friend, who had hidden in the trees, had dragged him out of the woods and found safety with a local tribe untill he could be transported back to civilization. When he arrive at the hospital, the bites on his arm were no more than scars, perplexing most doctors. Richard payed it no mind, he had his wife again, and was alive.
In the days to come he chose to settle down, he wanted to spend all he could with his beloved. Not all was well however, after only a few days safe and sound he began to feel drained, weak and thought it was a bug from his travels. Fortunate his wife was gone to visit her mother when the first change happened. He would not have believed it had happened, had his home security not caught the whole thing on tape. Devastated he hid it from his wife for a few months, until she found the tape hidden in his drawer, after worry over his odd behavior drover her to search the room.
Despite the fear that was to be had, she stayed at his side for 2 more years, but Richard could see how the worry drove a wedge between them, and offered her a divorce. Unaware she had recently become pregnant. Worry for her love, and her developing child, and tired from the constant worry, Falicity came up with a plan that would devestate Richard. As he was locked in the basement, and changed into the cursed for of the striped hyena, she snuck back into the basement.
Her plan was simple enough, one bite and they would be the same. One bite and they could share a cage instead of being separated by it. One bite, that turned into carnage. Underestimating the strength of the beast, and the still very primal instincts she lost her life.
Waking to such a scene broke Richard in more than one way. He was 30, in his prime, and had killed the woman who loved him, as well as the child they had tried so hard to have. It took years for his mind to heal, and his heart still hold holes. He took comfort in the silence and simplicity of plants. Moving away from his past to a place in Massachusetts where he opened shop, and to this day is trying to cope with the loss he has suffered, and the mistakes that lead to it.
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OOC;
Name:Tri
Other Characters: Just Richard
Preferred method of contact:MSN or AIM
How did you find us?:Browsing Caution
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Richard seems like a pretty well-rounded, solid character, and it's great to get more lycanthropes - we definitely could use some. Can't wait to see him (and you) around the site !