Name: Emett O'Brien
Eye Color: Gold
Age: 28
Height: 6ft
Race: Werewolf
Ethnicity: Irish, English
Accent: South Boston
Tattoos: wall of fire; never let the rage that burns within consume you. Never let the wolf control you.
Family:
Cousins: Scott Alcott, Thomas Alcott
Sister: Tajani O'Brien
Bio: I don't remember much of my past, all I know for sure is that I have been a werewolf since I was an infant.
I have a sister who roams the country, living out of the saddle bags attached to her motorcycle, tattooing strangers and probably fighting crime for the hell of it. Taj is a magnificent sister and friend. No matter where she is in the world, she always finds her way back to me when something has gone awry in my life or hers. Five times out of ten its my life. She always finds stability in her hectic, crazy life.
However, I do currently live in a refurbished Colonial Plantation home complete with several servant's quarters which dot my property with their uneven rows. Only two out of the six buildings do not have electricity, or an acceptable living space but they each serve one purpose and they serve it well. I have never harmed a single human being in my entire existence as a werewolf, for which I am thankful.
The Master's quarters is a Six-floor building with a fireplace in almost every room, high ceilings with crown moldings, wood floors and no carpet. I do have electricity for this building but that's it, I do not own a television but I own a satellite radio, which, if you think about it is just as good. I do own a laptop and a netflix account which I pay for but hardly use. I am not poor by any means but do prefer the company of a good book rather than mindless entertainment.
I am the only one inhabiting the master's quarters. I don't have the constant worry of where my woman is on those bad days where my temper flares to extraordinary ends, or during the full moon when I become an uncontrollable ball of rage. I have the freedom to walk around my home as I please without having to worry if I might offend someone or mentally scar a child. Although it would be nice to have a family, I don't feel one is quite necessary for a wolf. I am the leader of a pack of four werewolves.
The servant's quarters with electricity belong to George, O'Hara, Ed and Thomas, my packmates. Of course I replaced their smaller homes for much larger versions of themselves, it only made sense to treat my friends well. I saw to it that these homes were given two floors, fireplaces and pocket doors in each room, wall to wall mahogany wood floors and in true colonial fashion, secret passages. Now these passages lead to the very modern, windowless, titanium reinforced concrete room I designed with the full moon changes specifically in mind.
