Player Name
HarleyQuinn
Name
Mateus Bane
Age
30
Race
Werewolf
Gender
Male
Orientation
Heterosexual
O&O
- ONS: Submissive women. Piercings/Tattoos. Long legs.
- OFS: Aggressive women. Needy/Clingy. Whiny.
Job
Personal Trainer
Appearance
He stands right at 6'4 and is all muscle. His white hair is more of a fashion statement than from old age since his beard color does not match his hair color. Being thirty years old, he has a few lines and wrinkles around his eyes and lips but he doesn't really care since he's not a woman. Plus, no woman has ever complained about it so why change a good thing? He is very much in shape and has the abs to prove it. Being a personal trainer really pays off. He has a lot of tattoos, the most noticeable are his sleeves on both his arms. He does have a nose piercing but of professional courtesy, he doesn't wear it to work. His style usually consists of anything that isn't dirty. He is very clean but sometimes he's too lazy to do laundry. He does favor slightly tight jeans to show off his assets and black combat boots. He is a veteran but definitely prefers to not talk about it.
Personality
Moody but charming are the two words that most of his man friends describes. Women would describe him as a womanizer and player. He likes what he likes and he really doesn't give a hoot about what anyone thinks. He does have a vulnerable side but he doesn't show it unless he fully trusts you. Which if you are a woman, is very hard to do. He doesn't like to drink but when he does, he can become very flirty but not pushy. He understand that no means no and will leave you alone if he comes onto you. He is different when he's around males but only because he feels like he has to be. He can be very alpha male and have those tendencies, getting him in more trouble than what he can get out of. He does a slight knight in shining armor complex and will always like to save a damsel in distress. Overall, he is a great guy to be around for both genders and will treat you exactly the way you treat him.
History
Mateus is a bit of chameleon and loner, which is sort of rare for a werewolf. Once he was old enough to go out and do things on his own, he left his pack and his lover behind and never looked back. He often felt like he didn't fit in with his pack even though both of his parents told him that he did. He was too 'new agey' for them, not liking all the rules and traditions the pack insisted on having. Somedays, he missed his pack but knew they wouldn't be glad to see him return. Once he turned twenty, he decided to enter the military and found a family that suited him just fine. He's seen things that only a select few will understand and he won't ever, ever talk about the things he has done. He considers that part of his life over and done with though the ghosts still haunt him late at night.
He has only ever been in love once and he left her once he left the pack. Since then, no one has caught his heart and he's filled many a lonely night with woman after woman. The only species he's never bedded was a vampire and he isn't sure that he would start now. Something about them tantalized him yet made him angry so he's stayed away from those women. After the war, he went to University and got his degree that would allow him to work as a coach. He started coaching Pee Wee Football and retired from coaching when he sent his high school football team to state ten years in a row. As far as he knew, no other coached had matched his record and he was just fine with that. Now, he works as a personal trainer in Sommerfield, a place that allured to him after doing a little research. No humans seemed to know about it and it was also far enough from his pack. He never kept in contact with them and seeing his ex with another wolf made him hightail it to this place.
His accent suggests he is from Russia but having travelled the world, his accent is a mixture of all the places he had been; pleasure or otherwise. His pack currently resides in the mountains of Canada. He is fine with other werewolves as long as they don't disrespect him. Sometimes, old pack traditions die hard.
