Alan Blythe

[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/5zodjn.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #00000; -webkit-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; padding: 10px;] Alan Blythe I was born as Alan Richard Blythe, but I prefer being called Al. I'm 39 years old with the appearance of a 31 year old due to being a werewolf. I've been known to be a charming guy with a deadly past. You can look into my past wives to see my deadly and dangerous lifestyle. Personality Such a creature of habit, Alan is known to repeat things, even if it means he has to move to another police department in another area to continue his deadly repetitive habits. The man has his charming good looks and charismatic ways of getting people to befriend. Some for the wrong reason. The man has a deadly secret that most people don't know, unless they are apart of his scheming. Otherwise those who find out end up dead later on in life. He doesn't wish to bring people to such harm, but it pains him when they try to go get help to stop him from anything else happening to others. The friends he does find, he tries to keep friendships at bay at least until things work out that he can trust them to help him with his dirty work. Minus the number of wives he had who found out about his little troubles. He loves women more than people would wish to know, but he dislikes children greatly. A burden to keep until the age of eighteen. Not something he would want to keep for so long. History Alan Richard Blythe was born in the summer of seventy-two to two very kind and caring werewolf parents. Much less his mother who was innocent throughout his life until her untimely death by his father's hand. Safe to say, he learned his trade by his father, always pressuring him to do the right thing for the wrong thing. He would go out of his way to do something that would make his father proud only to be smacked around until he got it right again. Alan had left when he was fifteen, having killed his father and left the body to rot in their little home in the countryside while he headed off to the city of Toronto to find something to occupy his time. Going through the schooling he needed, he became a rookie cop when he was in his early twenties. During those wonderful years he had met a woman of his dreams, someone who liked to have a good time. He thought it would have been perfect for them, to live together forever, but no. With his odd ways of getting into trouble behind her back, he had to get rid of her after she found out about his drug trafficking problems. She wanted a divorce from him and sole custody of their daughter and the child on the way. She didn't get it before she was found murdered with their daughter in their home while Alan was off at work. There was no proof of him actually killing his family, as his friends had said he was with them on duty. Alan had already transferred to a new police department shortly after his family was buried. The thought of them gone didn't seem to affect him much, but he didn't like to talk about it. His second wife came a mere two years later when he was twenty-five. The two were nearly together for two years before she had been murdered and her body found in a river. He had stayed single for a while before he went to the Toronto police department, working the graveyard shift. He was twenty seven when he was tracking down a man who was not giving him what he wanted nor doing what he was supposed to with the drugs he sold on the black market. He had shot the man from behind and was going to go after him to make sure he was finished, but saw a car coming up. Watching as it spun out, he waited a few minutes before heading over to it in his squad car. Finding it to be a teenager drunk off her ass, he wanted to pin the death of the guy on her. Figured it would be perfect, since then he knew the man was dead, but he needed to get her somewhere before making another mistake. She was a beauty from just looking at her. Taking her back to his house, he found out her name to be Amethyst Amber, daughter of a surgeon and a wealthy high ranking lawyer, he kept her there to make sure she could wear off her hangover. Though it turned to a few days to a few weeks. The next thing he knew, he was marrying her. Of course he didn't marry her until she was eighteen, but it still felt like they had known each other for years. She brought the joy to his eyes every time he looked at her. Something happened to their love, she had somehow found out about his outside work and started asking about it. Alan knew things would have to end and he would have to move on. Even if she had been his favorite of the three wives he had. He had planned a hit man to come and take her down. Things seemed to be going alright when he went on his fishing trip with his boss. The hit man would take Amethyst out and things wouldn't be pinned on him for supposedly killing her like the rumors were going around that he killed the other two plus the children. At least as far as he knew, she wasn't pregnant like the other two. Having came back from his fishing trip, plans seemed to have gone well for him. She was gone according to the hit man, but that was all he said if there was something more, he didn't ask. Just as long as Amethyst was gone, he was perfectly fine with her dead gone. But her body was missing. The serial killer who had killed her wasn't telling police where he had taken the body. He acted like he was truly missing her. The sympathetic husband who was missing his beloved wife. They had only been married for two and half years before her disappearance. Things didn't seem to work out so well with him and marriages. He had spent his widower days trying to get the killer sentenced for the injustice of his wife's murder. He had to avoid such meetings that had taken during the full moon as some of them seem to had been planned on the full moon when he was unavailable to come to them. He played sick to avoid going to those meetings. Things seemed to work his way so far. He had met his fourth wife at one of those meetings, she was there for her sister who had been killed by the serial killer. He took comfort in making sure she was comfortable there and had everyone helping out to making sure such things didn't happen again. This marriage had been his longest yet. Married at thirty-two, they had quite the marriage. Produced three children. Two twin boys and a daughter. As long as he didn't have to take care of them, he was perfectly happy. That was what nannies were for, wasn't it? He had grown tired of the cold north and decided to hit it off to go to the south of the United States to New Orleans in 2011. He had been married for seven years, his sons six years old and his daughter four years. He had no attachments to them as he murdered his family one by one, with the help of his hit man, taking the bodies to a nearby creek to throw them in during the middle of the night while he played it off that he had been at work during the shootings. Having such grief over his dearly departed family, he headed down to New Orleans, to get some fun in the sun and enjoy the warm weather. Things seemed to change when he was down there. During one of his evenings on Bourbon Street, he had saw someone who had looked like his third wife with a man known as the Master of the City. He had called out her name to see if it was her. No response, but he followed them into the club they were headed after he had tried to find her by going up to where the man was. Finding his beautiful third wife alone and away from the vampire, he had made sure to put things right. He had heard something that the fledgling of the master of the city's name was Rowan Amber, which seemed odd, but since the fledgling looked very much like his wife, he had taken the liberty of marking the woman with his wife name, to make sure she would be easy to find later on when she was alone and away from everyone else. To make sure the mark stayed, he had put silver into the wound, and quite a bit to make sure it wouldn't heal over. At least to the point that you could still read the writing. Taking his time, Alan would be sure to take back what was his, and make sure his hit man would pay for making the mistake of letting her go. He knew he had to make sure she was silenced so his life could go back to the way it was before any of his wives came into the picture. I'm Amethyst and the only one who would be called such a thing. I'm 18 years old and can often be found roaming around or if not, playing Sims 3 if I'm not on ze internet. You can find me on messenger or just drop a PM.