Name: Michael O’Reilly <br>
Age: 30 (Smack in his muthafucking prime he is)<br>
Height: Six foot four in human form.  Near on 11 in bear. One big fucking grizzly<br>
Weight:240 in human form.  Near 1000 or plus in bear.  Again..one big fucking grizzly.<br>
Faction: Bear<br><br>

He was born in Ireland.  Deep in the woods.  More than a few days walk to Dublin.   Deep in the woods.  Deep enough that it was rare to find hunters, hikers or wanders that would stumble upon that cabin he had been born in.  It was a handmade home…the logs hand cut and hewn to fit.  Small, but comfortable for those living there.  Man and woman and son.  His mother and Father had came to Ireland from America.  His father had been in the Military.  He said he liked Ireland, that is why he came here, and met Michaels mother.  Yet Michael always had the impression they had been hiding from something or someone.  Life had been good.  His folks told him that lycans and vampires and faieries existed.  He believed his folks.  When he was younger.  By the age of twelve…he wasn’t so sure of those tales.  Fairy tales he was thinking.<br><br>

Then he got one rude fucking awakening.<br><br>

It was a typical day…they were out chopping and gather wood.  Night was falling on their way home.  They got attacked by a bear.  His folks made him run.  He did.  Never stopped till he got home.  When his Ma and Pa got there..they were bloody.  But, it was nothing to serious.  He knew something was wrong.  Could tell by the way they acted.  He had even witnessed their first change…they had told to him to stay home when they left.  He followed.  He knew something was wrong.  He watched the change.  He knew the fairy tales were true.  His parents ran for the woods.  He ran for home again.<br><br>

The next day was interesting.  He had gotten into his Pas whiskey.  Can ya blame him.  That was fucked up.  But…they dealt with it as a family.  Every full moon…they left…and came back the next day.  When he turned 18...they gave him an option.  They would infect him…let him become like them.  Or let him stay as he was.  It was truly..utterly his choice.  He chose bear.  His parents..they taught him everything they could.  His mother taught him about the shift..the change…helped control it.  She taught him..helped him control those other urges..sexual urges.  His father…taught him about being a bear…how to survive as both Man and Beast.<br><br>

Life was fucking good<br><br>

Then…ANOTHER reality check<br><br>

Fucking hunters.  Well one in particular.  He took out his mother first.  Wounded Pa.  Michael and his father ..they hunted the hunter.  They killed him.  Michael Enjoyed it.  His pa..had lived with a broken heart for the rest of his life.  Which wasn’t long after.  HE wanted to be with his heart.  His heart was gone.  Michael lived on..there in that cabin for years. Until the urge struck him.  He took off on his own.  He found the Ursidae.  He liked the house..those there.  That is where he now took residence.<br><br>

Fouro of the Ursidae.<br><br>





Powers<br><br>

General Powers<br><br>
Enhanced Speed<br>
Enhanced Strength<br>
Enhanced Senses<br>

Lesser Lycan Powers. <br><br>

Enforcer/Body gaurd<br>
Fast Shift<br>
Control Shift<br><br>


Alpha Powers(to come soon)<br><br>
Control Change in Others<br>

Celeb Claim   Ving Rhames<br><br>

More to come soon