Marcus Pohlman

Name: Marcus Argent Pohlman Nicknames: Arg (Arj) Aliases: Doesn't have any true aliases, but people call him whatever they're gonna call him when he's kinda unable to tell them his name... Species: Werewolf Race: Caucasian Age: Looks to be in his mid 20s maybe? (He's actually probably in his mid 50s to mid 60s, but honestly he's just kinda... lost track of the years. He just knows time is moving; Mentally still in his 20s, given random, if rare, bursts of widsom... ) Sex | Gender | Pronouns: Male | Masculine | He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual, AFAB Feminine presenting preference Likeness: Thin jawline, slim squared chin, high pointed cheekbones, and a very sharp, angularly, outwardly arched nose; Arg has slightly downward angled, semi-hooded eyes. He's definitely striking and unique in his visage, though whether people think of him as handsome or not varies wildly. Complexion: Generally on the paler side - He rarely has skin out in the sun enough to get a tan...

When canine in nature, his fur is often soft brown in the summer and a darker black in the winter.

Height: 6' as a human | As a canine, he's rather large. Body Type: As a human, Marcus is quite lanky, slim, and usually a bit thin; It's not uncommon for him to look tired, exhausted, and a touch unhealthy... As a canine, his body type varies wildly depending on whether he's been getting a good amount of scraps lately or not... Hair: Disheveled, curly, chocolate brown; Usually buzzed for convenience, but it can get down to his chin in length quite often if he hasn't been able to get to a razor recently. Eyes: Right is a warm chocolate brown, Left is a bright blue Marks: Freckled cheeks Scars: Lots of scars, most of them look like dog bites Tattoos: None Other: Wardrobe: Truth be told, whatever he can get his hands on. Usually though, he's as layered up as possible with multiple shirts, sweaters, thin and thick jackets alike; Usually wearing tights under his pants, thin socks under his thick ones, the best boots he can find, and a sweater and beanie (or two) - better to be prepared for the cold than not...

Accessories: A few small rings and a literal dog collar, but whatever name and information was previously on the tag has seemingly worn off with age.
Piercings: None, but it looks like his ears had multiple piercings at one point in time.

Personality: Quite skiddish, but ultimately quite a kind young man. He's generally a gentle soul and often chooses to run instead of garner any sort of conflict. He's a gentle man just trying to survive at this point.

His social skills are quite rusty, and humor tends to go over his head more often than not... At this point, Marcus thinks he makes a better dog than he does a human.

• Marcus was bitten by what he thought was a 'rescue' dog that he took in when he was a young man in his 20s; After a week of intense pain, he turned into the werewolf (weredog?) he is today...
• Unfortunately, Marcus' specific strain of were-ism isn't the stereotypical "Turns feral during every full moon" strain. The strain Marcus has is quite rare, and is one in which he is a canine all but every full moon - During the day and night of every month's full moon, he's human again for approximately 24 hours... And then he eventually becomes a dog again pretty soon after.... like clock work.
• Yeah, he still wears the dog collar even when he is human. People tend to look at him weird for it.
• He's been through the "rescue" route too many times to count. He always manages to dip from any family who grabs him, because suddenly seeing some random lanky 20-something in people's houses uh... well, Marcus can assume that would freak people out... so he's gotten pretty good about running away after getting his fill of food.