MURPHY, Henry Eugene (done!)

[henry eugene murphy]

* henry eugene murphy !

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PB: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
But you'd save the best for last like I'm the one for you[/center]

name;; Henry Eugene Murphy
nickname/s;; Murph (rarely used)
age;; 108
sexuality;; straight
race;; born werewolf
affiliation;; Orion (barely)
Likes;;

• nighttime
  
• whiskey
  
• solitude
  
• coffee
  
• fishing
  
• hunting
  
• working on cars
  

Dislikes;;

• his sons
  
• people in general
  
• backing down for any reason
  
• reminders of Laura
  
• surprises
  
• fruit
  
• anyone who tries to interfere with his life
  

Fears;;

• losing his boys
  
• death
  
• ghosts (not that they actually exist but he believes in them)
  

Goals;;

• to find Laura's killers and make them suffer
  
• to find a way to heal whatever is broken in himself
  

Anything else;;

• alcoholic
  
• 
  
• 
  

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This isn't a routine with you it don't mean that much to me

appearance;; Henry has dark brown hair with a light peppering of gray which matches the scruffy beard he usually keeps. His eyes are an unremarkable hazel color. He's tall, standing at 6'3" and he weighs roughly 200lbs. Those are the stats, but it doesn't really describe what Henry really looks like. He's a very solid kind of man. His shoulders are broad and he's muscular, giving him an intimidating appearance. That's nothing compared to his face, though, which never smiles. His eyes have a bruised look around the edges and his jaw is firm. There is a sadness to him, though, which just barely softens his harsh look. Henry is a relatively handsome man, but he takes no pride in it. His clothes, usually jeans and a flannel shirt, are worn and frayed around the edges. His boots are the same ones he's been wearing for years. Overall, Henry is very unkempt.

Henry's wolf form is just as intimidating as his human one, standing at 5'3" at the shoulder. He is broad and muscular under his dark coat of black and brown. There is very little white or gray on him; only around his face and under his belly with a sprinkle of white on his paws. In wolf form, his eyes don't turn a brilliant gold like most wolves, but merely lighten a shade or two.

personality;; Henry has a very alpha personality and he's always been that way. What he says goes or else. It's probably his most dominant trait. His stubborn streak is a hundred miles wide and he absolutely hates having to back down. He hates losing even more. While he doesn't exactly seek out more power, he hoards the power he does have. He always had tendencies that way, but these traits were only amplified after Laura was taken. That ordeal had created such a sense of being out of control and he hated that feeling. Now, he seeks to keep what he has left under the strictest control possible. He fears that if he doesn't, he'll lose everything.

Ever since he was little, Henry expressed himself with anger. When he was sad or frustrated, he got angry. When he was worried or scared, he got angry. If faced with something that seems insurmountable, he will face it head on with the immovable strength of a boulder and he uses his anger to endure the onslaught. It's fuel for him and he knows that if he gives up the rage, sadness and hopelessness will sink in. To prevent that, he nurtures his fury and always keeps his temper on a low burn. To Henry, it's the only thing that's keeping him from falling apart but he doesn't realize that his family would be better off without his resentment and violence. Regardless of that, his rage is like an avalanche - get out of the way or get buried.

Henry definitely has his irrational moments. In his mind, he's doing the right thing. Laura was the rational one who always calmed him down, and without her he's rather lost. A large part of him truly thinks that his behavior will make his sons strong enough to endure what had broken him. He doesn't want them to have to go through something like that... if only he can harden them enough against that kind of pain. He believes that if they can live without love, then love can never shatter them. A smaller part of him just uses his children as an outlet for his anger issues and as a way to exert some control in his life. A still smaller part of him hates that fact that they seem to have moved on from their mother's death. He sees it as a strength that they have and he doesn't, because he definitely hasn't moved on.

When it comes to people outside of his family, Henry used to be the life of the party so to speak. While he wasn't exactly a party-goer, he was outgoing and always joking around with people. He liked to see people smile and genuinely enjoyed being social. Nowadays, seeing other people happy is just a reminder of what he lost - of what he was to weak to protect. When around others, he is now grumpy, controlling, and offensive. He doesn't care about other people's feelings and almost wants others to be as miserable as he is. He will say anything to anyone and damn the consequences. He is who he is and they can go screw themselves. They haven't been through the things he has.

When Henry's alone, which is most of the time, he just sulks. He sits at home and stares at the wall, nearly in a catatonic state. What he's really trying to do is to banish the memories and the pain. Underneath his gruff and incredibly cruel exterior, Henry is in a great amount of pain that he doesn't know how to deal with. It eats at him more and more every day, fueling more of his anger to try to block out the misery.

family;;
Thomas Ethan Murphy - father (deceased)
Isabelle Rachel Murphy - mother (deceased)
Laura Grace Murphy - wife (believed to be deceased)
Carter Ethan Murphy - eldest son
Cayden Thomas Murphy - youngest son

history;; Henry Eugene Murphy was born on September 20th, 1904 to Isabelle Rachel Murphy and her husband Thomas Ethan Murphy. Despite being married at a young age, only one of them was a werewolf. Isabelle refused to allow herself to be bitten, believing that she was born human for a reason (despite having two werewolf parents, both bitten) and she was going to stay that way. Thomas was a stray who'd been driven off from his pack two years before meeting Isabelle. It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but since Isabelle was familiar with werewolf culture, the two connected. Five years later, they married and Henry was born only a year later.

Despite being born into a rather complex family, Henry had a good childhood. The small family kept to themselves and moved every few years to keep people from noticing that Thomas didn't age very fast. When Henry was a little older, his scent had developed enough for his parents to determine that he would be a werewolf like his father. Isabelle was proud, but she still refused Thomas's desire to bite her. Thomas, not wanting to watch Isabelle age and die while he was still young, ambushed her against her wishes when Henry was only nine years old.

That one act changed the dynamic of the family entirely. Isabelle was livid. Added to the natural anger of a werewolf, she became violent and unpredictable.. and she no longer trusted Thomas. Henry was stuck in the middle of the parental drama, though Thomas tried to shield him as much as possible from his mother's tempermental ourbursts. Fearing for his son's safety, Thomas finally decided to take Henry and move somewhere else - somewhere that would be safe for the two of them. The night that they were preparing to leave, Isabelle flew into one of her rages. A massive fight broke out between Thomas and Isabelle while Henry sat by and watched in stunned silence. When it was over, Thomas sobbed over Isabelle's lifeless body.

You might think that Thomas had killed her, but he didn't. Isabelle had taken her own life, knowing there was no cure for what she'd become. She'd hated the uncontrollable anger, hated that she no longer trusted her husband, and hated that she terrified her son. Thomas hadn't been fast enough to stop her from grabbing a knife and ending her suffering. Henry was simply stunned for a long time afterwards, as Thomas dragged him from town to town, trying to find a place for them to stay.

It wasn't long before father and son stumbled upon the small town of Converse and the pack there. Thomas hadn't joined a pack before because of Isabelle, but that chapter in his life was over. They both joined and those were decently happy years for Henry. He got to be social with others of his own kind which was something he didn't have much of before aside from the random stray. Thomas had taken to training Henry in how to fight and how to hunt, how to track and how to hide.. all in preparation for the day he'd experience his first shift.

That day came sooner rather than later for Henry. He was only eleven when it happened for the first time and it changed his definition of rage. His father's training hadn't prepared him for the emotional aspects of shifting even though he'd known what to expect. It took him a long time and a lot of practice for him to get himself under control. Henry was seventeen before he could go through a full moon without shifting.

The next few years went by in relative quiet despite the pack being outed to humans and the change in pack leadership. Henry got himself into a few scuffles with other pack members, but nothing extraordinary. He continued to train with his father until the day a hunter took his life. Henry, enraged by the death of his only remaining parent, tracked the hunter down and killed him. It was the first time he'd taken a life but he didn't regret it in the least.

Decades later, when Henry was seventy-five, he met a gorgeous woman named Laura. Maybe "ran into" would be a more accurate description. He'd been dragged out to a bar with a friend. He'd been watching her for half the night, toying with the idea of asking her to dance. He'd seen her turn to leave the dance floor as the music changed. He could have moved out of her way, but he didn't. She ran into him with her tiny little frame and he caught her to keep her from falling. Nothing kept him from falling, though, and he fell for her hard. That night was one of the best in his life. When she scribbled her number on his hand, it felt like he'd won the lottery, and it didn't take much prompting from his friends to get him to call her the next day.

For two years, they dated and went out, falling ever more in love with each other. Henry knew, though, that his secret would have to come out eventually if he was going to stay with her. He'd talked to his friends about it and they urged him to tell her, but he hadn't been able to find the words. He didn't want to see the look in her eyes when she found out that he was a monster. Still, it had to happen, so Henry took Laura on a hike through the woods, trying to find the words that would make her understand. That's when Henry's friend from the bar showed up. As a wolf. Henry was angry at him, and told him to get out of there, but his friend had done him a favor. It provided the opening he needed to explain. It gave him a starting point.

Telling Laura about himself and the world she thought she lived in was one of the hardest things he'd done. He knew he frightened her and that he'd just changed her perceptions of him. It cut him to the bone when she started avoiding him. After a month of torture, Laura sought him out. He was filled with sweet relief that she still wanted to be with him. When she asked him to change her, though, Henry started to panic. He'd seen what his mother had become after she'd been bitten. He'd watched the woman who'd given birth to him destroy herself and didn't want the same thing to happen to the woman he loved. His mate.

Laura kept insisting, though, and Henry finally gave in. He justified it by remembering that his mother, Isabelle, hadn't asked for it. Laura had, but he still made sure she knew fully what she was getting herself into. Henry's fears proved to be pointless, as Laura took to her new species beautifully. She was still calm, compassionate, and in control... most of the time. That part only took time, and after a few years she was back to acting like her old self even on full moons. Her control astounded Henry, and it made him admire her all the more.

Five years into their marriage, Henry began to notice that Laura was longing for something and he thought he knew what that something was. Or rather... someone. Having wanted children of his own for a long time, he had no problems expanding the family. Carter Ethan Murphy was born nine months later, and Henry thought he couldn't love someone any more than he loved his wife and son. The miscarriage three years later didn't hit Henry as much as it did Laura. She was afraid to have more children. Afraid of the loss. Henry could understand that, but he still wanted to try. Six-year-old Carter seemed to agree, and by sheer coincidence, Laura discovered that she was expecting another child.

Cayden was a wonderful new addition to the little family, and Henry doted on both of his boys. Laura took care of things around the house, Henry did the work outside, routine maintainence on the house, and things like that. It all fit together like a puzzle. Their little family was happy.

Tragedy struck when Henry turned ninety five. Cayden was only seven years old and had wandered outside. It wasn't that uncommon for the boys to run off into the woods to play, but it started getting dark and Laura worried for her son. Henry told her that he'd be fine, but she insisted on tracking him and bringing him inside. She said it would make her feel better and Henry wasn't going to deny her the peace of mind.

That was the last time he saw his mate, the love of his life. It was only a half an hour before Henry dragged Carter out into the woods to find Cayden safe if a bit dirty, but Laura was nowhere to be found. Henry sent Carter and Cayden back to the house, out of his mind with panic. She wouldn't have just left Cayden if she'd found him. Henry tracked her scent as far as he could and found the area filled with the scent of hunters. At least two of them. He tracked them as far as he could, but they'd gotten into a car at the edge of the forest and the scent was gone.

Henry took the boys to the pack house to be watched by the rest of the pack while he went out searching for Laura, his heart breaking more and more with each passing moment that he didn't find her. He searched hospitals, back roads, forests, and towns all across the state. Eventually, something broke inside of him and he admitted that Laura was nowhere to be found. He went back home, but he was never the same. He'd failed to protect the one person he'd vowed to protect with his life. Laura was gone, dead, and she wasn't coming back.

For the next few weeks, he honestly couldn't have told you if his children were in the house or not. He didn't care. His thoughts were filled with memories of his Laurie, her gentle nature and kind smile, her compassion and her voice. Her scent permeated everything in the house. It tormented him. He hadn't been strong enough to save her.

Slowly, things began to change. So slowly, in fact, that he barely noticed. Carter and Cayden were noisy. It annoyed him. Alcohol tasted good. The chair was comfortable. Memories were painful. It was like he was half asleep, like his mind was trying to protect itself from the intense pain and guilt he felt. But why should he feel guilty? Laura wouldn't have gotten taken if Cayden hadn't been out in the woods. It was his son's fault, not his. He was the master of this house and nobody was going to make him feel guilty for anything ever again.

Henry was in so much pain, he almost couldn't process it all. Despite his resentment of his sons for Laura's death and the constant reminder of a family that used to be, he loved those boys. He wanted them to be strong. And he didn't want them to have to endure this kind of torture. He would make them strong. He would forge them into strong young wolves like a blacksmith forged iron. And he would somehow find a way to deal with this pain he felt... and the anger... before it destroyed himself and everything around him. For years, it's only gotten worse and worse, both the pain and the rage. Henry had always prided himself on controlling his temper, but that control keeps getting thinner.

You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me

your alias

[/b];; Tara
contact/s[/b];; PM, e-mail ([e-mail]), skype (satara.riley), WLM ([e-mail])
how you found us[/b];; the universe pulled me here through a black hole

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