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Mehmet Zengin"The pack is family. I will always look after you pups."Nickname: For members of his pack, they may call him much of an assortment of names without much backlash, commonly "Metmet", "Zen", and, only in humorous spirit, "Papa Wolf".
Real Age: 239
Apparent Age: 38
Gender: M
Sexuality: He doesn't particularly seem the type to be interested in anyone, but is likely pansexual.
Species: Werewolf
Role: Alpha
Appearance: Mehmet is a very, very sturdy man. One could punch him in the gut and break their own wrist, and fights with him usually only ended in his opponent's exhaustion. His brow is heavyset, jaw wide and leading into a thick, muscular neck and shoulders. He stands at about six feet two inches, is utterly incapable of getting rid of all of his stubble and is covered in brownish, thick hair on his arms, torso and legs. His tan skin is peppered with the precise scars of a knife, quartered off by the long lashes of a whip. His deep brown eyes are gentle but firm to his pack and unreadable to strangers, and his face has a long scar starting at his right temple, hugging the curve of his jaw, and then raggedly stopping in the cradle of his adam's apple and jugular. He has no tattoos, and broad, thick-fingered hands that sport a single small ring. His wolf form is just as stout and massive, fur a shade lighter than his normal hair. He will almost always be seen wearing a tight-fitting white T-shirt, a simple pair of lightwash jeans, a belt and a pair of comfortable hiking shoes. He seems to only have two outfits to choose from: his normal outfit with a T-shirt, and his normal outfit with a jacket.
Personality: It would be impossible to describe Mehmet as serene, but it would also be impossible to not describe him as such. Very paternal, he is a constant presence in the lives of the pack, teaching the young ones and leading his family with a rigidly guiding hand. He appears at ease in many settings in which his pack is with him, letting the children play around him and letting them climb on his back or hang from his outstretched arms. With the older members, he can be a little more unforgiving. Any large mistake is at least met with a stern scolding, lecture, and then demonstration on what is to be done to fix the issue. His treatment of the pack could be then described as overbearing, so focused on the improvement and wellbeing of his family that much of his energy points internally. Many know to let him rest should the rare time comes when he actually does, respecting his hard work and obsessive dedication.
He is plagued by the trauma of a past he cannot let go of. If he is not talking of matters with the pack, he is recalling his experiences during his capture at the hands of Cacciatori, how he came to find his pack, how he rose through the ranks, his family bloodline, how he watched the Ottoman Empire fall and a new empire rise up. He gives his experiences freely, but to ask of his feelings on anything is to intrude so harshly that he goes into a dark, dark place for a long while. The trauma at his long-ago capture is triggered most powerfully by the sight of whips, being held down, or binding paraphernalia such as collars, handcuffs, rope or chains. Each reaction can be weaker or stronger dependent upon the situation. During a flashback, he can become very violent and blinded with imagery, sometimes only calmed by the familiar scent or touch of a pack member.
History: Born into the Ottoman empire near its height and during its wars with Russia, Mehmet rose to be a highly esteemed nobleman at a young age under the tutelage of his father. While the revolutions in America and France roared on, he was commanding growing markets and toying with reforms. Modernization brought with it a variety of outsiders, and his family was soon surrounded by foreigners looking for work. His parents were both werewolves whom had involved themselves in human economic affairs, shunned from packhood on all sides due to their human-gained fortune. Mehmet, their only son, grew to follow humanity's laws and customs, growing up with a high, trusting opinion of them. That all changed during the Balkan Wars. Cacciatori from Italy itself invaded his homeland, the land he's lived on for decades, and rooted out the pack nearest his home. His family was lucky, if only because they did not involve with any pack, but the Cacciatori tortured their location out of a pack member and found them anyway.
Mehmet's parents were taken off, never to be seen again, while Mehmet himself was dragged into the new Cacciatori headquarters, where he was kept for nearly ten years. During that time, the Cacciatori tested out new nonlethal torture methods, tormented and humiliated him daily, even putting a tight collar about his neck and calling him a filthy dog. Whenever they needed someone to haul rocks for a mass Immortal grave, he would be forced to throw 100-pound stones from the bottom of a pit to the edge, then haul bodies inside. Eventually, he became stronger than any other prisoner, and to keep him efficient the Cacciatori fed him just a little more. After ten years of hell, he escaped one night by snapping a guard's neck, bursting through a ten-story window and running from cars and search teams for several miles into the forest. Even so long ago, the memories still haunt him. He found a boat to America, there learning English, finding a pack and joining his werewolf kinsmen for the first time. With his strength, experience with Cacciatori methods and acute sense of human processes, he rose through the ranks, fought his way to the top and ultimately took over his own full pack. Even today he still wonders about the fate of his parents, praying emptily they did not at least suffer.
Other: His threshold for pain is incredibly high, but past a certain limit and he will often go into a crippling state of flashback. His scars are old enough that they do not hurt when touched. He also hates uneaten food, eating the leftovers of pack members should they allow him to so that he could avoid wasting precious food.