[attr="class","bioheader"]personality.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Laid back, easy to hang out with, patient, enthusiastic, charming, open, extroverted, optimistic - those are the main personality traits Mick possesses. He was like this before his change but after turning into a werewolf he was a mess. A chaotic and angry mess. His anger took over all of him and turned him into something worse than a Downworlder. He hated himself, for what he'd become, for what he had done. And just like other he wanted his old life back. It took him quite a while to adjust and get comfortable with his new life. He just recently got back to the point of being somewhat like his old self after leaving Boston.

[break][break]He tries to be a good werewolf. Mick always had a good level of patience and never lost his nerves if someone was downright impolite and mean to him. He doesn't even care. It just slides past him. There were a lot of times when others got annoyed by his laid back attitude. It's hard for him to take things serious that's why he tends to laugh at most serious matters. Sometimes you could think he's on drugs. Sometimes he wishes he was. He can be very chaotic, especially when it comes to organizing things. Papers will be scrambled around the officer and in his apartment. Old food and trash will pile up and one would most likely trip over books and clothes on the floor. There's no order at home.[break][break]

Nonetheless he is a hard working member of the Praetor Lupus. He knows how hard it is for new werewolves and vampires to get a hold of their sudden situation and wants to make sure they join their local packs and takes care of them so they won't end up like him. Even after getting his job done he still does visits to see how they are doing. He still feels responsible for them like a brother would.[break][break]

He's become a coward and tends to run away if an issue arises. While he used to be the kind who was brave and could have looked death straight in the eye he now just tries his best to stay out of trouble. He's getting better at pretending to be calm and optimistic but in the end it's just a veil one could easily sweep to the side. Sometimes he just wants to let go of everything and just be angry, sad, pessimistic. He's been learning how to control his emotions with the Praetor Lupus. He knows... once he lets go he might not be able to return.[break][break]

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Michael, or what he prefers to be called, Mick Jereau was born in Boston and was just a boy who had always dreamed of becoming a police officer. Little did he know that his dreams would be shattered into pieces just a couple of days until it would have been fulfilled. He used to be a loud kid, causing trouble at school but still got good grades. As a typical boy he was into sports - american football being his favorite as well as boxing. It was just the right thing to get out those frustration and anger one built up inside.
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At the age of 16 on christmas eve the family gathered and celebrated. But around the late hours of that day someone knocked on the door. His father opened and was immediately thrown to the ground with his neck broken in the process. Mick was in his room upstairs when he heard the noises downstairs. By the time he went down everyone was already dead. In the middle of the room was a beast with huge claws and a hairy face. It was breathing heavily and growled as if it were angry - as if it couldn't find what it was looking. Being just a teenager he screamed out of surprise and shock. It noticed him. Within seconds it jumped at him, attacked him and then left. Whatever it was it left a bite mark on Mick's shoulder.
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A full moon night followed just a week after. The police had already started investigating and Mick was declared an orphan with no family to go to. But his chance of adoption wasn't great. He was already too old. As the fullmoon approached he started to change. It was horrible, awful, bloody and painful. The pain he felt on his first change had been the worst memory ever. Just thinking about it always brings back the pain of it and the pain of losing his family.[break][break]

Years passed and every full moon hurt more and more. Mick tried to resist, resist the transformation and resist who he now was. But in the end it didn't matter. He was wandering around packless for some time until he stumbled upon the biggest local pack in Boston. Their alpha made jokes about him, about his dislike of being one of them and pulled all the triggers he could get his hands on. The alpha decided to lock him up in a room away from the rest of the pack - at least until he could somewhat control himself. He was put in chains every now and then to make sure he couldn't escape while in his worst state.[break][break]

Unfortunately, on another full moon night Mick had quite a lot of built up anger left, his transformation was the most horrible ever since he was changed. He had zero control over himself, over his mind, over his body, over what he was doing or thinking. It was that night he managed to break free. It was the same night he killed the alpha of the pack.[break][break]

The next morning he woke up, his naked body soaked in blood and dirt. He couldn't remember last night... not quite. Bits and pieces flashed in front of his eyes throughout the day as he sneaked his way into a garden to steal clothes, as he bought a bus ticket with money he stole from some guy. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do but he knew that he just wanted to get away. Unknown to him by killing the pack leader of the local pack he just became the new alpha. It didn't take long for the Boston pack to find out, but he didn't want to be part of it... so instead he decided to just run away.[break][break]

He ended up in New York City where he was found by a Praetorian Guard. He was taken in by the Praetor Lupus and was given the chance to train to perhaps join them later. But all of them were packless - and he wasn't. After all these years he partly accepted what his life had become and learned to control his anger, as well as how to make the transformation less painful and on command. Months passed and he's unsure what happened to the pack in Boston without an alpha.
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