ABOUT YOU
Name: Mel
Age: 26
Contact Info: melissa@merillat.org
How you found us: I think I'm becoming a permanent fixture. You know, like a ceiling fan, or maybe a fireplace...

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Tucker Allan Dutton
Nicknames: Tuck
Character age: 25
Birthdate: July 17th, 1982
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Leopard
Level: Dominant
Strengths: Tucker is a sweetheart, pure and simple; there isn't an ounce of cruelty in his body. He has an excellent sense of humor and uses it rather frequently, and can turn most frowns into a smile without much effort on his part. He has a strong heart, and his emotions can withstand just about anything, good or bad. He's quick-witted and makes impulsive decisions which are often the right ones, and has a good sense of right vs. wrong. He has the usual dominant lycanthrope strengths: increased speed, strength, resilience, senses, regeneration, and the ability to partially shift. He is not an Alpha, not yet.
Weaknesses Tucker's a little needy when it comes to those he gets close to, he likes a lot of attention and doesn't much like being alone. He lacks the drive to take care of himself, only others, and so he often goes without to ensure those he cares about are happy and cared for. He's very messy and would rather be playing video games or helping a friend than cleaning his apartment, so it's a shithole, and he doesn't have a very good memory and often forgets important dates/events. He obviously also has the usual lycanthrope weaknesses, an allergy to silver, still goes into a sleep coma for a little while after shifting, etc.
Weapons carried on person: None, he feels he is his strongest weapon.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Pale red, wears it shagged and short, and always appears slightly dissheveled.
Eye colour: Soft, light green.
Portrayal: Clay Aiken (younger, geeky look)
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Physical description: Tucker looks every bit as goofy as he acts, in a cute, geeky sort of way. He's constantly wearing a wide, lopsided smile on his very thin face, which tends to keep his light green eyes lit up at all times. He wears wire-rimmed glasses from time to time, but was recently talked into getting contacts by his mother, who is afraid he'll be perpetually single for the rest of his life. He does forget to put the contacts in rather frequently, however. His hair is light red, darker in the winter, and he wears it in a shaggy, short, messy style just barely touching his ears. He's 6'1" tall and has a thin frame, his face is warm and his skin is light, dotted with light red freckles, and he was called 'Dumbo' as a child due to the size of his ears. Endearingly dorky, as his ex-girlfriend, Rachel, used to call him.

Likes: Helping people, video games, his family, barq's root beer, Neil Gaiman, making an ass of himself, making people smile.
Dislikes: Potato chips, careless people, death, hit and runs, reckless drivers, the words 'ointment' and 'moist', rap.
Fears: His parents or sister dying, being responsible for someone dying, letting someone down.
Nervous habits: He begins speaking so quickly that he'll trip over his words and jumble them together.

Personality description: Tucker is goofy, pure and simple. He's an extreme extrovert, and is often described as reminding folks of a cartoon character - he's very animated, and is in a constant state of happiness and liveliness. He's forever grinning, and laughing, joking around, the works. He's quick to offer a helping hand, and Tucker has a giant heart and open arms, ready to scoop someone up and help them along their way whenever possible. He's rarely without words, and if he is, it's usually not a very good moment, as not much shocks or gets to him.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Shelly Dutton, 50; mother, hair stylist.
Aaron Dutton, 52; father, high school English teacher.
Siblings: Alyssa Dutton, 18; sister, college student; also a leopard.
Children: N/A

History: Tucker was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, the firstborn child and only son of Shelly and Aaron Dutton, a salon owner and high school English teacher who went to great lengths to teach their children right from wrong. His little sister, Alyssa, was born when he was six years old, and though there was a considerable age difference between the two, the sibling duo adored one another pretty much from Alyssa's birth on.

Tucker had an endless amount of energy, brightness, and curiosity from a very young age, wanting to know the ins and outs of everything he came across, thriving on making thise around him laugh whenever possible. Because of this, he decided while in junior high school that he would become a comedian when he grew up, at the urging of all of his teachers - he had the outgoing personality for it, and the fact that he enjoyed causing people to smile only added to that.

When Tucker was in his first year of college, however, he changed his mind. While riding her bike home from after school activities one afternoon, Alyssa was struck by a car, and the driver fled the scene, leaving his wounded, unconscious sister in the middle of the street unattended to. Though Tucker rushed to her side, home on Spring Break and having witnessed the accident, he didn't know CPR, nor did he know any of the basic injury-stablizing techniques his sister obviously needed at that moment.

He sat with her, begging her to wake up, holding her hands, until the EMTs arrived. As it turned out, however, Alyssa didn't fully need the help of the EMTs. While her brother had been away at college, she'd survived an attack from a wereleopard while walking home from a traveling fair with several friends. She was the only survivor. Tucker's parents hadn't told him, knowing he'd want to come home immediately and take care of his little sister, who was on the mend within days, thanks to contracting the lycanthropy infection from the attack.

As a result of this, of course, she began healing, slowly, from the hit and run, right there on the spot. But because she was in extreme emotional and physical distress, and she'd had very little time with her Pard and mentor, still being a full-time junior high school student, she shifted while laying there in the street, and accidentally lashed out at her brother, nearly taking off his hand in the process. He blacked out shortly thereafter.

When the EMTs arrived, two of the three didn't want to get anywhere near Alyssa. The third was trained in dealing with lycanthropes and had a great deal of knowledge regarding them, and commanded the other two to take Tucker to the hospital, while he dealt with Alyssa, who was still in leopard form, in pain and confused. He spoke quietly with her, unafraid, until she eventually shifted back and he could further treat her injuries. As it turned out, the EMT was Pard.

The hit and run driver was never found, but one good thing came from Alyssa's accident: the changing of Tucker's life goal. He wanted to become an EMT and help families, he wanted to do them right, comfort people in the same position he'd been in, watching his little sister, feeling as helpless and angry as he had. He wanted to make a difference, in the same way that EMT had for Alyssa. He didn't know what his injured sister might've done if somebody hadn't been there to help her through those few terrifying moments.

Blood tests while Tucker was hospitalized confirmed that he contracted lycanthropy, of course, but that didn't stop him from making plans and heading down the path to becoming an EMT himself. He returned to California, where he'd been attending a performing arts college, and withdrew from his courses. Several weeks later, he applied at the local community college for the proper coursework necessary to become an EMT, and received his certification six months later. He worked in San Diego for a long while, before finally moving to the east coast to be closer to his family, missing them tremendously. He'll never be able to work as an EMT in Chicago, where his family is located, as it's on record in their medical files that Tucker is a lycanthrope. While he knows this isn't immediate grounds for dismissal, he doesn't want to risk it, and prefers working in cities in which he can keep up a front.

He moved to Miami one month ago, has settled in and secured a position with the local EMT team, and as soon as he has time off from work, will be seeking out the local Pard.


Writing Sample: "Whooooa!" Tucker cried as a child who couldn't be older than five, tops, flew off the ice rink at the center of Grant Park, smashing into his stomach head first. He resisted the urge to groan as he reached down, straightening up the child who, upon closer inspection, appeared to be a little girl from the pigtail braids sticking out from beneath her gray hat. Kneeling down to get to her eye-level, he grinned and said, "Missy," as he gestured toward the ice, "The ice skates work much better on ice, not snow. You need some help getting back over there?"

She nodded, and he grinned, standing up and brushing the bits of snow from the knees of his jeans, and offered the kid his hand. Little gloved one accepting his, he led her back to the rink, letting her go once they reached the edge, and he leaned against the barrier, watching as she disappeared back into the throngs of people.

Grinning to himself, he pushed away and shoved his own, ungloved hands into the pockets of his black coat, and turned to continue down the path. Chicago had received its first snowfall of the year the previous evening, and the ground was covered in a soft coating, at least two inches deep, the parks full of excitable children who'd been given the day off from school. Jumping back as a blue sled whizzed past him, cutting across the path and onto the other side, he laughed and called over the riders, "There's better hills near the soccer fields!" remembering playing on them when he and Alyssa, his little sister, were children. He continued walking, cheerful expression settled on his face, and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket to check for missed calls.

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