Character Name: Marshall Wayde Carter.
Nickname: Marsh, Carter, Grinch, etc.
Age: Thirty-Five Years Old.
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
Subject: Mechanic.
Race: Human
Play-by: Bradley Cooper. hell yeah
Appearance:

Standing at six foot one, Marshall is a tall grump, coming off as more intimidating due to his weight of one hundred and eighty two pounds, not at all lean like some other brutes, squarely broad shoulders and thick chest made for working in the heat. His skin is more of a light golden shade, nearly always covered in splotches of dirt or grease from fixing cars all day, the only thing his habitual life has come to. It's rare to ever see him with a shaven face, literally too lazy and unmotivated to find something to actually look nice for, resorting to scruffy cheeks and mussed hair a majority of the week. Scars indeed do litter his body here and there, as is typical of a man in his profession, though the only noticeable one reaches from his mid-abdomen to his hip in a thin line, from an encounter with a werewolf years ago. He was actually one of the lucky humans to have escaped, and he hasn't forgotten it since, one of the things that fuel his anger towards supernaturals.

The mechanic's hair is a dark tone of blonde, occasionally gaining a lighter shade if he's all washed up, but it's usually rather dark from all the grime. When he combs through it with his fingers it surprisingly is rather soft, and when slicked back it reaches the nape of his neck, not cutting it short too often, giving quite a bit for other's to grip, if they even managed to get that close. Which was never. Now his eyes on the other hand are a sharp ocean of cerulean blue, once having been alight with passion and joy, warmer than the sun itself, but now they are more of a cold presence, conveying nothing more than attitude, anger, and utter boredom. Or as he likes to put it, his annoyance with having to deal with goddamn idiots. He likes to think that his eyes don't show any emotion, but as a simple human it's rather hard even for him to hold back some flickers of feeling, read right in his gaze, something he is constantly ashamed of, even if it is out of his control. Surprisingly, unlike others under the influence, he manages to become colder and stand-offish when he drinks, closing off from anyone who talks to him, rather than opening up and spilling whatever is pent up inside.

Typically Marshall tends to wear some rugged jeans with a t-shirt nearly always covered in some sort of dirt or oil, a rag over his shoulder all hours of his work day. But at home he relaxes in just sweatpants, seeing as how no one is ever present, other than his precious dog, who he feels closer to than any person in his life. Once in a while he does dress up, in flannel button down shirts and cleaner jeans with boots, but that's practically the extent of his rope, definitely not up for being scrubbed down and dressed up like some pretty boy. Just like his rugged personality he has a banged up and rusted truck, with a small, secluded cottage off in the wilderness away from society, his dog the only living being to know of its location. Speaking of the mutt, little Carino is a mixed bred cur, lithe body having been so bony when the grouchy man found him, but even Marshall couldn't keep his heart from melting at the sight of the poor thing, and it's been nearly a year since he found the mutt, who definitely remained loyal throughout the entire time as well, unlike certain cheating women.

Personality:

Grumpy. Marshall is horrendously grumpy, practically never smiling or seeing anything good in the day, just living like a literal robot, breathing, eating, working, and sleeping, nothing in between. He doesn't see children as precious creatures, he just refers to them all as brats, and teens, don’t even get him started on those. Women are a troublesome pain in the ass, and other men are irritable jerks, the only real thing that he sees as anything but negative being Carino, a little angel from heaven just sent for him, to perhaps soothe all those frayed nerves. His aura is heavy with spite, something that can be told just by walking past his shop, just not understanding his point on this earth, and constantly takes it out on others.

Anti-Social. The human hates talking and interacting with other people, it’s as if it were a punishment from hell, and he can’t really figure out how to make himself comfortable. He’s extremely awkward, be it with the natural charm that some men have, his blatant inability to flirt or compliment a female properly, or just the fact that he can’t really maintain a livid conversation with another person. He dislikes talking about himself, normally shoving people away from that gray area, believing that it is none of their business to know anything other than the blandest of things, and many take it as a rather disrespectful action on his part. He often hurts people with his words and inconsiderate actions, a man covered in thorns, a broken mirror, and it’s better to just leave him be than to harm yourself piecing him back together, for he will only strike like a riled viper.

Rude. This is really what most see when they converse with Marshall, his inability to bite back his tongue to keep from incessantly insulting others. He doesn't mean to, but often he does blame his faults on others, and he frequently likes to fuel some hatred within others towards him so that they won’t want to be around him. He likes being alone, or at least that’s what he tells himself, and if he ever feels someone getting close to him, he instantly attempts to push them away, believing that he’s much too cold and aggressive for them to risk settling down with. However it’s not only his tongue that is rude, his mannerisms as well, whether it be putting his boots up on the coffee table or listening in to conversations, he has literally lost the ability to give a damn to whatever punishment he might get, and this often gets him into fights with supernaturals, especially those that despise humans like himself. He has a bad habit of cursing quite a bit, practically his normal vocabulary, and to him it has lost its negative meaning, just another way to emphasize what he is saying.

Distrustful. Ever since his fiancée left him for another man, the mechanic has been less than trusting towards every person he has encountered, not seeing anything special about anyone else to really give them such a delicate bond in his heart. He’s rugged, so he tends to snap back when cornered up, and is the pure epitome of a grump, but it is just a defense mechanism. Whenever someone makes a promise to him he tends to roll his eyes and wave their words off, preparing himself to be let down rather than looking forward to a situation, and really the reason why he doesn't go out with other women anymore, feeling as if he asks them to dinner that they’ll just stand him up. Nope, he prefers to just sit at home where he can’t be stung by those cheating bees, huddled up with his ever so loyal Carino, as it should be.

Broken Dreams. Ever since he reached the age of comprehensible understanding of what a job was, Marshall has dreamed of racing cars, collecting the destroyed ones, and keeping them for his own viewing pleasures. It started when he was a child and the best memories of his life were sitting with his father in front of the television to watch some car racing, how they would bet each other with peanuts on who would win, the old coot always had a sharper eye, something that later was passed on to the boy. But when he met his fiancée, well, his dreams had been put on hold to help her accomplish her own, and now that he finally does have time for himself, he believes it’s too late, that the dreams have been put to sleep.

Likes. Marshall loves to sing and play the guitar, but it’s more of a private luxury that he only indulges when he is home alone with Carino. He finds it easier to musically let out his pain rather than keep it somewhere vulnerable, serving to chip down his reserves, and ice cream also plays a part in keeping him strong, a rather feminine-centric style of searching for comfort, but he doesn't care. The mechanic also likes to partake in boxing and wrestling, anything that lets him beat his fist into another person without any sort of rebuttal, and considering how his face is either blank or contorted with irritation, he feels glee whenever he's permitted to beat the smug look off of some green shirt teen. He absolutely adores cars, of all sorts, and can never get enough of those automobile magazines, and not just for the half-naked girls either, his humble home adorned to the brim with racing memorabilia and trinkets, really the only thing that can put a sincere smile on his face. Lastly, one of the things he isn't proud of but finds himself craving nearly all day, he cannot live without his cigarettes, wasting his life away with every puff of smoke he takes when standing outside of the shop, glaring at anyone who walks by, the scent mingling with the oil, and thankfully he’s able to blame it all on the cars.

Dislikes. Supernaturals and liars are the two things that Marshall dislikes the most, and when combined into the one bundle that was his fiancée, it just becomes a pit of hate. But he can’t say that he doesn't still love her, because he does, it’s rather hard to forget someone who changed your life for both the good and the bad, though at the same time he really doesn't ever want to see her. He sees supernaturals as a horrid variable in his life, the reason for all the bad things that had happened, and perhaps if they hadn't ever existed then maybe he would've successfully became a professional racer, with a wife and children in a nice neighborhood.

History:

Marshall Wayde Carter was born in Houston, Texas to a faithful rancher and his not so loyal wife, leaving the possibility of this boy’s father open to a wide range of men, but all his life he had seen Joseph as his true father, the one who raised him to be the man he was. Riley stayed with her son for five years before she ran away with a successful business man, the child too young to understand that his mother wasn’t coming back, left behind with his sire, but that was okay, because it only served to bring the two men closer. Joe had to work hard every day to bring food to the table, but he made sure to set aside a Sunday night every week for him and Marshall to watch racing, the little boy’s passion, betting little trinkets and snacks with one another as to who would win. That was when he showed the boy how to precisely evaluate each car and driver from a distance, giving him the skill he has to this day, and it fueled the human’s passion, his dream, of racing his own cars one day. Life continued on its simple and pleasant path, with the kid learning new things every day, from the ropes of intense survival to how to tend to the farm animals with his papa, and while he did see other children at school with their fancy technology and sophisticated manners of speech, he never felt excluded or like an outcast. He was a Carter, and he was proud.

When he hit his last year of high school, having drifted by aimlessly in the previous years of his life, the world seemed to slam him in the face rather hard. His father started getting sicker and sicker every single day, which in turn caused one watt of the boy’s smile to slowly fade away with every single piece of news from the doctors that his old man didn’t have much time left, and especially with their lack of money, well, it would be hard to keep him alive. Within months Joseph passed away on the hospital bed, leaving the teenager with a crack in his heart, something that he couldn’t comprehend as any other pain, begging that they had taken him instead of his father. Everyone at the school noticed how he changed, becoming more bitter and solitary, but it wasn’t to the extent that he is now, for that was when Celia Redbourne entered his life, a bubbly shape-shifter, who made it her number one goal in life to see him smile. The little pest would constantly hover around him, prodding and pulling his cheeks, telling him those damn cheesy jokes that made him want to gouge his eyeballs out, but just the fact that she tried so hard actually made him enjoy her presence, and soon he found himself falling for her. He wasn’t the best with words, but when he asked her out in the awkwardest of ways she found it entirely endearing, never teasing or jostling him for his stiff posture and gritted words.

They dated for nearly seven years, both of them heading for college, but there seemed to be a hurdle in their happy life. Seeing as how Marshall’s grades had dropped when his father died due to his lack of focus, and Celia was never the best in school, there was only enough money to send one of them to college. The Texan loved her too much to slash her dreams of becoming a teacher down, so he ushered her away to go study despite her protests, and he took a job as a mechanic to pay for the bills, and within two years, at the age of twenty seven, at their favorite lake, he proposed, not wanting to risk the possibility of losing someone else, especially if she thought that she could find a more educated man to take his place. They agreed to wait until she graduated before they got married, and he happily continued on with his career of fixing up these cars, eventually getting enough money and experience to open up his own shop, making decent cash along the way. One of these nights, coming home from work, he found an emaciated little mutt on the side of the road, all crumpled and starved, and he couldn't help himself from approaching the creature, whose tail wagged even in this abused state. He took the young dog home, despite Celia’s fear of canines, and kept him a secret for a majority of the time, keeping him in the actual house only when the woman was off at school, and putting him in the back of his truck to stay until she left.

However, all good things must come to an end, and when he was thirty years old, Celia finally graduating with her diploma to become a teacher at Cry Wolf High, she came to him with devastating news. She was leaving him, for another man. Her excuse was that as a supernatural, she wouldn’t feel comfortable with a mere human, especially when this midnight Romeo of her’s was a majestic dragon, words that would forever haunt him until this day. Mere human. His hate of supernaturals grew, and when he moved out to his own cottage in the woods with Carino, he got into a brawl with a werewolf, gaining the scar on his abdomen. Nowadays he continues to aimlessly work at his mechanic shop, situation himself between the bar and the high school with the excuse of teaching students how to tinker with their engines, when really its to catch another glimpse of Celia and her new life. Because no matter how bitter he appears, how he assures his best friend Zach that he’s over her, Marshall does miss the girl who changed his life. You just don’t forget an angel’s face, even if they show the mask of a demon.

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