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First thing we need to do is set this up, there are wendigos and then there is The Wendigo. Wendigos are the poor hunks of bastard that get possessed by The Wendigo, with a capital W. The spirit is malevolent, parasitic, and just generally a giant A-hole. Now, you can split the possessed into two categories, the "Beaten" and the "Victors". The beaten are those who are completely possessed by The Wendigo, their bodies becoming it's tool for slurping up souls. These things are little more than animals, slaves to the hunger that The Wendigo enforces on them and make up the bulk of the thankfully small population of wendigos. The second, much smaller category are the Victors, are those who have successfully fought back against The Wendigo and pushed it back into the recesses of their mind. While this is good because they are in control, the control is hanging on a thread. Unfortunately, The Wendigo does not just go away. It stays inside the host until it dies. Well, not completely true but forcing The Wendigo out of it's chosen victim usually leads to the victims death and the spirit allowed to go free and choose some other poor sod.

[b]The Good, Relatively[/b]
The Wendigo is a very gluttonous, but very lazy kind of spirit. So it puts a lot of effort in keeping it's host alive so that it can keep from having to spend energy trying to find a new one, an act that does cost a lot. So, as long as you have The Wendigo spirit/parasite inside, you will basically live forever. On top of this things that would normally kill a person no problem has a decidedly less effect, stabs don't bleed all that much, your bones are nearly unbreakable, and the skin takes a noticeable effort to cut through. Even if you do get hurt you heal pretty fast, especially if you eat a lot of meat. Plus you get sick ass bone claws when you "Wendigo Out".

[b]The Bad[/b]
You are hungry, all the time. Sure you can take the edge off by eating meat but you won't be [i]truly[/i] satisfied, and you will always know what will. Oh, and those sick ass bone claws I mentioned before? Well they explode out of your hands in a way that does [i]not[/i] feel good. On top of this when you "Wendigo Out" you compulsively bite your lips off, so that's fun. Oh and your sense of smell is way more powerful, all the more better to smell that people flesh.

[b]The Ugly[/b]
The hunger doesn't end, ever. Even if you were to eat someone every day you'd still be hungry, still wanting more, and never truly satisfied. The act of transitioning from normal to "Hunt Mode" is traumatically painful, your limbs elongating, skin tearing as you stretch, phalanges exploding out into claws, and teeth falling out of your mouth as they are pushed aside by sharper fangs. Putting yourself together isn't much better. Finally, and arguably the worst, is what the Wendigo does to your mind. Always prodding you, doing everything it can to trick you into slipping up, giving you nightmares. It want's you under it's heel and the only way it's going to stop is if you either give up or die. A shitty, raw deal all around.
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[h1][color=92A9A7][b]John Taylor[/b] 
[sup][b]Wendigo[/b][/sup][/color][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][h2][color=92A9A7][u]Basic Information[/u][/color][/h2][/center]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Name |[/b][/color]
[indent]Jonathan Sage Taylor[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Date of Birth |[/b][/color]
[indent]October 30th, 1993[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Gender |[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Sexuality |[/b][/color]
[indent]Bisexual, with more experience on  the female side[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Occupation |[/b][/color]
[indent]Tattoo Artist[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| In-Depth Appearance |[/b][/color]
[indent]Really, really tall. Around six foot six but too thin, almost unhealthily so. John carries himself like an old junker would. Slow, tired, and a little broken. His shoulders sag, he has some heavy bags under his eyes, and he’s always a little slow to react, like there is something preoccupying his mind. His style can be broken down into two categories, work and home. Work clothes consists of various types of t-shirts, dark jeans of various wear and tear, and flannel. Home clothes are sweat pants, gym shorts, and big fluffy sweaters. As a tattoo artist he has some ink, most prominently his sleeves, which are matching deer skulls starting at the mid-bicep. Ink bleeds down the eye sockets and become a writhing mass of solid black tentacles. When John speaks you can hear that his voice is a little ragged, mostly from alcohol but bad sleeping habits are also a contributing factor. One will notice that he seems to carry the smell of cigarettes with him wherever he goes. [/indent]

[hr][center][color=92A9A7][h2][u]Who Am I?[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
[color=92A9A7][b]| Personality |[/b][/color]
[center][u]♦ Grounded ♦ Friendly ♦ Tired ♦ Sad ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]Let’s start with the good aye? John is not a very difficult man to figure out, minus the whole teeter totter of cannibalistic rampage and normal human being that is. John isn’t one to flaunt anything and prefers to stick to the modest things in life; money stays in the bank account, clothes are simple and cheap, car is a piece of shit but can get him to point A to B. The only exceptions to this level headedness is his love for pork and his passion for art, specifically body ink but he can and does appreciate other mediums. It’s usually a shock to the people who know him to see the normally docile John explode when he sees that “metaphorical art shit” like the blank white wall.

Now let’s get into the not so great bits. For all his “straight man” mannerisms and usually docile dependency, John is a very tired, very worn down person. Fighting off constant cannibalistic cravings, an intense hunger, and an angry, spiteful spirit living in the back of his head has left John with very little energy to deal with other people’s shit. So instead of fighting or arguing he would rather just take it and move on, “What’s one more pebble for the pile?” As he would say. This take it and roll attitude paints him in an unflattering light, with many people dismissing him as a pushover. Unfortunately, all his wear and tear has also given him very little patience for those who are rude and mean, usually met with a very stern “Fuck. Off.” and a death glare that could put fear into the devil himself. 

In the end, John just wants everything to be nice and quiet. With how everything is going however, it doesn’t look like things are going to go his way again.
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[color=92A9A7][b]| Likes & Dislikes |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color] His art
[color=008800]✔[/color] Big puffy sweaters
[color=008800]✔[/color] Sweets; chocolates, anything out of a bakery, candies, the works
[color=008800]✔[/color] His two poisons, whiskey and menthols
[color=008800]✔[/color] Stupid jokes/puns
[color=008800]✔[/color] Pork, in all it’s forms
[color=008800]✔[/color] Low maintenance, in both people and in life
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Horror movies, doesn’t like being scared and the gorier ones make him hungry
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Bad tattoo’s
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] People who disrespect art and artists
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Romantic comedies
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Surprises
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] High class anything; the people are jerks, the drinks are weak, and the food is small
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Vegetables, they are just gross[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| History |[/b][/color]
[indent]John’s story isn’t a very interesting one up until he got possessed, so we’ll start from there. It began with a camping trip five years ago, just him and a friend in the canadian wilderness. Everything began all right, sure it was cold but the two of them had seen worse and so the pair just did their thing. Star gazing, ice fishing, hiking, and all that jazz was done before [i]it[/i] happened. The pair were hunkering down on an especially cold night when John became possessed.

I’m going to spare the details but when John awoke from the spiritual fight for dominance that ensued in his head, the friend was dead. The poor hunk of a bastard was ripped apart and the last thing that went through his head was that it was his best friend doing the deed. John doesn’t camp anymore.

The incident was called an “animal attack” but John knew, and he couldn’t live with himself. So he so he packed a bag, sold everything else, and left. The process of becoming a British citizen wasn’t the most streamlined but after it was all said and done, he could start again. So here he has been, picking up small time jobs and building up his reputation within his industry before finding himself here, in the middle of a god damn upheaval. Can’t a man get a break indeed. [/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Family |[/b][/color]
[indent]Severed all ties with his family. For all they know he just up and left one day.[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Strengths |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Willpower
[*] Transparency
[*] Honesty
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[color=92A9A7][b]| Weaknesses |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] A bit of a doormat
[*] Exhausted, physically and emotionally
[*] Very little patience for jerks
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[hr][center][color=92A9A7][h2][u]The Other[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
[color=92A9A7][b]| Theme Song |[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKAgo-g5V2E]We are born again when we die – Apollo Sunshine[/url]
[sub]”Why say goodbye?
We are born again when we died, but
We will never leave our lives.”[/sub][/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| House Number |[/b][/color]
[indent]I’ll shack up with anyone in Faraday Heights[/indent]

[color=92A9A7][b]| Extra Information |[/b][/color]
[indent]Has a moderate reputation within the tattoo industry, enough to be recognized but not enough to be all that noticed.[/indent]
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