Draegan Andreas Maddox

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Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred
But we die hard

Personal ★ Information,

[/b][/color] Draegan Andreas 'Mad Dog' Maddox
★ AGE: 26
★ GENDER: Male
★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight
★ HEIGHT: 6'5
★ WEIGHT: 250
★ JOB: "Unemployed"
★ RACE: Lycanthrope
★ FACTION: Neutral
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Your ★ Beauty,

Appearance,

[/color] Dreagan is, at first and second glance, a rather large man. Seen shirtless (as he customarily is while he's *cough* 'working') 'Mad Dog' Maddox is two meters of muscle, hair, and ink. His dark brown, nearly black hair is quite long, coming down below his shoulders, and is most always finger-combed straight back where it either hangs loose down his back and over his shoulders, or is held back in a ponytail by a simple black elastic band, depending on his mood. The greater part of his chest and arms is covered by a thick layer of short hair, through which can just be seen either one very large tattoo, or a great deal of smaller ones run in together with an underlying theme of... well... hair. You'd really have to shave him to tell much of anything about most of the ink. His back, the entire bald expanse, is covered by a single giant Gothic cross entwined in long thorned vines that cross at the nape of his neck and continue around to link once more along his collar bone. Maddox owns little by way of clothing, and can most always be found wearing either one of his two pairs of camo cargo pants or a ratty set of nigh shredded jeans, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and a rather heavy looking pair of combat boots capped across the toe and heel with steel plate. [/ul]

LIKES +

[/color] Steel-toe boots
★ Music, particularly Heavy Metal
★ Sweet Tea
★ A good brawl
★ Free food
★ Honesty
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DISLIKES -

[/color] Metalcore, most rap, and just about anything from the first two-thirds of the 1900's
★ Unsweet Tea
★ Yankees
★ Cities
★ Razors
★ Hangovers
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POSITIVE TRAITS +

[/color] Brutally honest
★ Experienced brawler
★ Independent
★ Absurdly strong
★ Generally friendly
★ Iron will
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NEGATIVE TRAITS -

[/color] Brutally honest
★ Schizophrenic
★ Nomadic, basically lives on the street
★ No real family or friends
★ People skills virtually nonexistent
★ Lazy
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OVERALL PERSONALITY

[/color] Foremost, It may, perhaps, be worth noting that Maddox, while technically insane, is not a madman, and generally functions within normal human parameters. Or, at least, as 'within normal human parameters' it's possible for a 'mythological' shape shifter to function.

Generally a laid back kinda guy, Maddox enjoys taking it easy when and wherever possible. He keeps a fairly even temper and rarely raises his voice beyond a rumbling chuckle. That said, There are a few topics, including ma and most political discussion, that quickly shift 'chill-Maddox' into 'rage-Maddox.' Angry Maddox is not someone who is fun to be around, and many a young punk has woken up in a hospital after a meaningless off-the-cuff 'yer mum' joke.

Music has, somewhat surprisingly, become something he finds himself passionate about, actually devoting a small portion of money to purchasing an mp3 player and downloading (illegally) a metric crapload of tunes. He tried briefly to learn guitar, but soon found that drums were much more his style, and has purchased a set of black alloy-core sticks so that he doesn't have to keep replacing the wooden ones when he inevitably breaks them. Time not spent traveling or earning money is spent exploring his new venues. It's not uncommon to find Maddox someplace he generally wouldn't set foot in simply because he's curious, or bored. Said boredom has been the bane of his existence and has gotten him into a great deal of trouble on more than one occasion. [/ul]

Background ★ Info,

History,

[/color] Historically, It has been altogether not uncommon for perpetrators of particularly heinous and brutal murders to be werewolves. Historically, it is assumed that all of these 'werewolves' are simply insane; schizophrenics, delusionals, and the like. More often than not, it turns out to be the truth. This is certainly the case with Maddox, though he has the notable distinction of being both schizophrenic and an actual werewolf.

Maddox had nothing approaching a normal childhood. Until the age of thirteen Draegan never went more than twenty miles from home. But then, growing up deep in the Piney Woods region of Texas where whitetail, squirrel, and rabbit wait behind every third tree and catfish practically jump in your boat, there was never much reason to leave. Draegan and his two older brothers were born in a squat timber cabin built into a preexisting cave in a small hillside, above which grew a single small crab-apple tree planted by his mother. (Very picturesque.) His father, a veritable giant of a man named Waylon, married a young German wolf/woman during his station at Ramstein before being reassigned to Vietnam. Several years and one psyche-shattering war later, Waylon came home, built the cabin, and effectively disappeared with his wife. After 'complications' in her first pregnancy, it was decided that Katrin would turn her husband in hopes of better luck. A little over a year later the couple was delighted with their success, as well as their healthy new twins. Another two years passed before Draegan, the last of their children, was born into his very own personal living, screaming Hell.

Tormented from birth by specters and demons only he could perceive, it took years longer for Draegan to master his 'curse' than it had his brothers. He found, however, that nearly any physical labor served to distract him from the maddening whispers ever present in the far corners of his mind. Therefore, when wood needed to be chopped, or a deer needed to be hauled into a tree, or basically anything requiring more than a few ounces of effort needed to be done, someone called for the youngest Maddox, who quickly grew taller and stronger than either of his brothers, though still not quite so massive as his father. By the age of thirteen he could skillfully track and bring down a buck, craft hand-loads for any of his fathers' rifles, pistols, or shotguns, and quickly shift between man and wolf with only a minimum of excruciating pain.

And then, after sixteen years, the boy was struck with a wanderlust that couldn't be sated by accompanying his father on the oh-so-rare trip to the nearest town to barter for what few supplies they couldn't make on their own. So he packed up what little he could call his own in his father's old canvas duffel, kissed his ma, hugged his brothers and, for the first and last time in his life, did three things he'd never done. Not at the same time, at least. He looked his pa in the eye, smiled, and shook his hand.

Ten years passed and Maddox, as he tells folks to call him now, rarely looks back. While technically uneducated by modern standards, all the Maddox children learned to speak German from their mother, and learned to read and write English, primarily through their father's Bible. Draegan himself always believed every word as a child, but finds himself growing more and more skeptical now that he's exposed to the outside world. The closest thing his Bible has to Lycanthropy is Nebuchadnezzar being "driven from men, and did eat grass as oxen, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven, till his hairs were grown like eagles, and his nails like birds.” Maddox isn't entirely sure if this counts or not, but the only other things he's got to go on are the dark legends of his kind propagated by the Catholic church and the general blind panic of the middle ages. Understandably, this worries him a bit, and the not-always-cheerful voices in his head tend to dwell on it a bit too often.

Not one to stay tied down in any one place, Maddox wanders from town to town seeking underground fight clubs and the like, suckering poor unfortunate 'weekend warriors' out of a small portion of their middle class savings accounts, and usually having at least one or two pretty good fights with the inevitable one guy in town that actually knows his way around an alley/ring/cage/barn/etc. Every once in a while he even loses. But, win lose or pummel mercilessly, Maddox makes a pretty good living, considering he pays no rent, bills, or taxes. Some of his money he sends home by way of a very few people he's met that he actually trusts. Some of it he saves with the one person he actually trusts. The rest he uses on food, eats, the occasional medical supplies, train tickets, and, most importantly, fake ID. Can't even buy a train ticket from Texarkana these days without a flippin' DL.

Along the way Maddox picked up a few tats, developed a love for music, bikes, and women (usually in that order) and found himself trying to sell a busted up old Triumph bike in some town he's never heard of up North somewhere.

Damn Yankees...

★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: Birth?
★Circumstances of Faction Initiation:
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The ★ Puppeteer,

[/b][/color] None (yet...)
★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? Kroduk, Kro, Tex, Your Mighty Wolfyness. Whatever works.
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? E-mail me, or catch me on MSN. [e-mail]
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? Blame Kai
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FACE CLAIM

[color=e10e3f]★[/color] [b]Schreiber, Liev[/b], [s] Draegan Andreas Maddox[/s]

The ★ Copyright,

Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥

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ACCEPTED ♠,

I'm making a big mistake accepting you, am I not ?

Bahah well, welcome ! Definitely missed your rping and ... it's like a teary reunion isn't it ?! ... 'kay whatever. *stamps approval stamp on app* ;D