-Reeve-

Subject: -Reeve- Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:28 pm

Name: Reeve

Nickname: Ree

Age: 25

Sex: Male

D.o.B: 22nd May (Gemini)

• Height | 5' 7"

• Weight | 210 lbs

• Hair color & Style | light brown/ Short-ish with long bangs to covers his eyes.

• Eye color | Red

Birthplace: Donegal, Ireland

Death Place: New York, America

Orientation: Unsure

Miracle:

Ability to communicate and interact with animals of all kinds, he is able to befriend them and make them allies and even get them to help him hunt for food, essentially with practice giving him the ability to form an army.

History:

Reeve was born in Donegal in Ireland in the late 1800's to a poor Irish catholic family and had two brothers and two sisters all older then him; he was bullied a lot by other children, mainly for his freakish red eyes; priests and teachers in school condemned him as a demon wearing a child's skin, children would throw rocks at him and call him a devils whore and even at home he found no respite, while his mother loved him regardless his father being a drunk would beat on him and his mother, who was a washer women by trade. Te only real friends Reeve ever made were by picking up stray animals and taking care of them he found that creatures gave him a much better companionship than human beings ever did.

One day then Reeve was only ten his father began beating on his mother so badly he was scared the man would kill her, none of his brothers or sisters would come to her aid so out of fear and desperation he grabbed one of his mothers old kitchen knives from the old stone sink and stabbed him with it in the lower spine with all the strength he could muster, it was enough to cripple the man and stop his assault on his mother, but he didn't stop, pulling the knife out he sunk the blade into the man's neck as he lay there bleeding and unable to move.

When he was done the boys was shaking from adrenaline, blood splattered across his face and clothing as he turned to his family, to his mother to see if she was okay; his mother screamed and threw a shoe at him calling him a devils child just like all the rest as she and the others spewed out hatred even though all he wanted to do was to protect his family. He was driven out of the house as his mother screamed for the police; scared of what the authorities would do to him, and what god would think of him after being raised as a good catholic boy for so long, he ran away and headed to Dublin.

He headed to an orphanage there who told then his parents had abandoned him, which wasn't unusual in that day and age, he went by the name Ryan, and grew up in the orphanage pretty happy and content, though the guilt of killing his father weighed on him for many years until adulthood. He left school at 16; he was never adopted by anyone, the eyes and his quiet demeanour often putting potential parents off, and even after being away from the abuse of his home he tended to whisper thoughts to animals rather then people

As an adult he began to mature and became a little more open and receptive to people, and he worked several jobs until he was 21 before hearing America held better opportunities then in Ireland and saved up enough money from a ticket on a ship to New York, one day to start a new life. After a several week journey he found out the America was not the land of dreams that he had expected but just as prejudice and horrid as Ireland was, still he managed to find work as a labourer and while the pay wasn't great and the hours were long it was enough for him to live on, as he unlike other folk didn't spend his pay on booze.

It was a few years later when the Irish immigrants, tired of the menial pay and horrid living conditions, while the rich were well off and fat from their hard work began rioting, 'Ryan' was a part of those riots and was subsequently killed in the battle at the five points, he was shot seven times in total but the tale of 'Red Ryan' goes, that even after being shot he continued to fight cutting men down that got in his way, until he was peppered with bullet holes, the tale goes that he dragged himself away from the fight and into a nearby church as the dusk gave away to, a starless sky, an old wolf hound found him and curled up but his side faithfully until he passed away.