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sheaFLYNN

thirty-two

five foot, nine inches

one-twenty-eight

brown hair

hazel eyes

 

patched : mc

warrior : pack

 

brother: rory flynn

father: patrick flynn (d)

mother:  molly flynn

 

yard attendant

hardy towing & salvage

 

single

no children

 

lex

sippinggasoline

cillian murphy

Shea hadn't believed in werewolves, he wasn't meant for that kind of world. He liked to believe that ghost stories were just that, stories. But those rose colored glasses broke  quickly. Shea doesn't remember much about the night he was bit. It was after a boxing match and his brain was swimming in alcohol. He was the victim of werewolf attack and therefore labeled an outcast. Ireland, the land of superstitions, turned on him the moment they caught wind. Shea began to act strange, more animal like than man. With no where else to go, he fled for the United States, hoping to find more of his kind. He is still getting used to it all and is certainly feels a bit of shame for the loss of his humanity.

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