Bevin Lee [FINISHED]

[Marax Titanson]

BEVIN LEE

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:: AGE :: 19

:: GENDER :: Male

:: RACE :: Modern Werewolf

:: FAMILY :: None. Biological parents- unknown.

:: OCCUPATION/GRADE :: Subject #5

:: PERSONALITY :: Bevin is very quiet and reserved, choosing to take in the world around him rather than interact with it. He has a silent intensity about him that makes others uneasy in his presence. He has opinions and thoughts, but chooses to keep them to himself and reflect upon them as they manifest. He is not thought of as an intelligent person, and yet his survival instincts and common sense far surpass others of his age-group. One might call him an ancient soul. On the topic of romance, Bevin is not familiar with the sensation and will often become very confused and nervous at the prospect of being approached by an attractive girl. He is a sweet person by nature and often times does little things to help others or show his appreciation; Bevin is also an 'ethical hunter,' meaning that he only kills predators that are able to put up a fair fight. He finds wonder and beauty in the smallest things and can become distracted easily when he discovers something new or interesting, leading others to believe that he is spacey and unreliable- that is simply not the case. Bevin takes great joy in being somebody that people trust and rely upon, and so he is always available and aware. He enjoys affection, acts of kindness, and watching the world turn around him.

:: HISTORY :: Bevin Lee was not always Bevin Lee. For his entire life, he was subject #5. He has never known anything except for the cells and the labs- he might have been born there, he might have been hexed to forget any life other than the one he was thrust into. Bevin has grown up and learned from the people who experiment on him- he knows how to speak in intelligent sentences, and he knows about inter-personal relationships, but that is about it. Because of a distinct lack of education and exposure to the outside world, Bevin is illiterate and extremely naive in regards to most everything that people take for granted. He has been cut open, flayed, warded, and hexed. He has been deprived of affection, socialization, sleep, food, and water. He wears a brand on his very soul that will follow him to his dying day, and it will take much work and patience to coax him from his skittish disposition. Day in and day out, his life was the same for twenty-two years; he was not even aware that life could be anything but the lab and the cell. For all Bevin knew, he and his handlers were the only living people and that the building was the bulk of the world. One fateful day, the cycle was broken. His cell was opened and his bindings were cut  by two strange females who smelled wholly alien. The smallest one pushed him out of the cell and he was almost stampeded by a throng of other naked individuals who were running toward him at top speed. Bevin flinched away from the oncoming bodies and tried to huddle back into his cell where it was safe and familiar. The older of the two girls was already working at the next cell door while the smaller one kept pushing him out into the hallway. He didn't want to go, he didn't do anything wrong. "Please, I've been good. I've always been good." he pleaded. There was a pause wherein he was sure that the girl was going to leave him alone, but it was not to be. Bevin was never very strong- he was fed enough to keep him alive and aware, but nothing more; his muscles were loose and tiny due to misuse. In saying that, the much smaller girl was able to grab him by the wrist and drag his dead weight behind her as he collapsed to the floor in a bid to make everything just stop. The smaller girl handed his limp wrist over to the older one and took over the job of unlocking the next cell before stepping inside. She came flying out only seconds later in the arms of a snarling woman who then proceeded to run full-tilt down the hallway after the fleeing herd. There was a little struggle between the females before the smaller one managed to dislodge herself and make her way back to the older girl still clutching at Bevin, who was lying in a boneless heap on the floor. The tallest and eldest of the trio, naked and bleeding, tried her very best to get the youngest girl to forget about the rest and leave, but neither of the two girls would budge on the issue. Bevin didn't know how long they continued to open doors, he was too sunk into his own sorrow and fear to really pay attention. Once he got his first taste of the outside world, however, he stood on his own two feet. "Go, you are free," said the smallest, but Bevin couldn't comprehend the air and the trees and the moon- what was free? Instead of walking away, he simply grabbed onto the closest female and held on for dear life as they fled into the night.

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:: REASON :: Because the Loup pack needs some warm bodies. Sienna and Zeppelin are already doing a tiny rescue thing.And Bevin is awesome, so... yah. 

         :: ADOPTABLE :: Ehh... I might negotiate.