"[b][color=0054a6]I suppose I can kill a bit of time with a drink.[/color][/b]" 
Appearance: [hider=Human form]
[img]http://img12.deviantart.net/95d8/i/2012/265/8/5/___vice_admiral_vergo____by_wyv1-d5fis55.jpg[/img]
[/hider] - He stands a 6'2", weighs 185 pounds, and has dark grey eyes
[hider=Werewolf form]
[img]http://orig03.deviantart.net/db64/f/2011/298/d/9/d91b265a6097366c659ba0a57df87404-d2jovvd.jpg[/img]
[/hider] - His height increases to just a bit under 6'7" and his weight increases to 213 pounds

First Name: Jacque

Last Name (Optional): Marrow

Nickname(Optional): Mister Wolfe

Age: 67 (appears to be in his late twenties/early thirties)

Gender: Male

Race: Werewolf (bitten)

Powers (Optional, Can Fill out over Time): Biological immortality (does not die of age), increased longevity (physically ages incredibly slow), enhanced senses, peak human fitness, werewolf transformation (increases physical attributes to beyond human levels)

Backstory (Optional): Prior to his infection Jacque made his living working for a private contracting company, which is just a fancy way of saying that he was a mercenary. Despite the title Jacque's particular job wasn't to move from one war zone to the next to shoot whomever he was told to, rather it was to simply provide security in certain locations on a company or government payroll when it wasn't considered a politically sound to send actual soldiers to protect certain interests. He saw a few skirmishes every now and then and even received a few wounds for his troubles, but he was never in a full on fire fight. His infection came about when he was stationed at a village in Mozambique where he and a few colleagues were to provide security for a diamond mine: a few locals came to him and his team with complaints of what they assumed to be a rabid hyena harassing livestock every few nights. Most of his team refused to help, however Jacque saw an opportunity to strengthen relationships with the locals. He took a bit of time during his night patrols to search for the hyena until one night he found the culprit. After taking a few shots at the beast Jacque found himself mauled to a bloody pulp and left for dead. He was eventually found by one of his team when he failed to report for a shift change, and was driven to the nearest hospital were he made a miraculous recovery over the week. After getting out, Jacque took his near death as a sign to quit doing overseas work and start focusing on doing jobs on home soil. He took the money he saved to open his own security company. 
Things were great until he started waking up some mornings to find himself in the middle of the woods with some sort of dead animal or another next to him. First he called a therapist, thinking it was PTSD, then he turned to a psychic when the therapy failed. When the psychic told him about lycanthropy he thought she was just a quack, right up until she lightly pricked him with a silver pin and he hit the floor screaming like he'd been shot. Jacque ended up leaving his company in the care of a friend and isolating himself for several years until he could get control of what he was. He eventually gained a semblance of control, however before he knew it the years had turned to decades and most of the people he knew were either old, retired with families, or dead. With quite a bit of money still saved from his contracting and security days, Jacque picked up shop and moved halfway across the country to live his life in leisure, occasionally still picking up the odd job or two whenever he felt he was getting rusty. He comes and goes to the inn as he pleases, considering the company of monsters instead of humans to be his new normal.

Personality (Optional): A bit standoffish in appearance, but a fairly decent and laid back guy once you get to know him. Jacque has spent many years learning to bottle up his more negative emotions to prevent his more animalistic urges from getting out of hand. often greeting most situations with a soft smile and politeness at best, and stoic professionalism at worst. Despite this there are a few times where this facade slips and he becomes more himself. Jacque tries not to show it, but he's a tired fellow; somewhat depressed by the fact that he has spent his youth in the company of friends and family that he thinks he can never see again due to the fact that they've either died from one cause or another, forgotten him, or would probably oust him as a monster and reject him. During the days when the full moon will be out Jacque becomes more paranoid and aggressive, preferring to become reclusive until the moon is in it's waning stage.

Outfit (Optional): Jacque's choices in clothing are mostly dress casual, however his attire changes based upon situation at hand: More formal events will be met with professional or dress casual attire, less formal events like a social get together will be met with a short or longsleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and outdoor events like hiking will be met with t-shirts/tank tops, cargo pants, and boots. Jackets and coats also vary. He has a thing for bottle cap opener rings.

Theme Song (Optional): [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZlaDdlli-k]Hop, skip, & jump[/url], by Pete Rock

Other: Jacque's transformations happen regardless of his will when he's exposed to the full moon or feels intense negative emotions. He lacks mastery over his bestial side despite his training, though he's gained enough control to avoid tearing apart everything in sight unless he's extremely pissed, usually he'll "aim" himself at something in particular and vent his urges and energy in the appropriate manner, such as running on a treadmill all night to avoid chasing down people, or hunting the rabbits and moles he's grown a vegetable garden in his backyard specifically for. Jacque is a bit of an alcoholic.