Mustafa O'Donnell (WIP)

[Mustafa O'Donnell]

Mustafa Mark O'Donnell
FACE CLAIM: Godfrey Gao
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AGE: Twenty-seven
GENDER: Male (He/Him pronouns)
ORIENTATION: (TBD)
GROUP: The Doomed
POSITION: Mustafa has no designated role; he's just a sitting duck now

LOOK INTO THE MIRROR...
what do you see?

HEIGHT: Mustafa looms at 6'4"
HAIR COLOR: Sleek dark brown hair that often appears black.
EYE COLOR: Chocolate brown

MISC: Due to many scuffles, Mustafa's body is marked all over with scars, though small. One would have to be practically up against O'Donnell to catch a glimpse of the majority of the markings. (wip section.)

LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE...
what does it say?

PERSONALITY: A man of few words at a first glance, Mustafa is an initially hushed individual, to the extent some have confused him for being mute. A firm believer that one's actions hold extravagant amounts of weight in comparison to words, the vast majority will find him unimpressed by big talk (and largely annoyed as well.)

O'Donnell reveals a much more playful and teasing side once he truly forms a connection with another being and enjoys simple leisure time to fool around. Mustafa can and will get attached easily. Due to having his days numbered, he is wary of forming strong bonds (though of course this is something uncontrollable, but he won't hear it,) and his relationships tend to have that annoying and downright confusing push and pull. One minute he's holding things childishly out of someone's reach and the next they receive a cold shoulder. He is very hot and cold in his dealings with other people, specifically closer individuals.

Protective and commonly seen as a mother hen amongst his few close friends, he does everything in his power to make sure none of the important people in his life make ridiculous or rash decisions. If a matter calls for someone to be reckless and idiotic, he wholeheartedly volunteers to be that idiot, knowing he's just ticking off the days anyway. He is generally concerned for their welfare to a fault. 

Mustafa's desire to fight and protect has hurt him multiple times before, and frankly, has made him rather reckless, clearly seen through extravagant actions. A prime example being he collapsed from dehydration, leaving Tenley to try and get the grown man back on his feet. The reason being? He'd urged Tenley to drink his water, even after she had consumed a healthy amount of hers.

Hardened by the ways of the Scorch, survival ranks higher than being morally good or "right." When presented with a dangerous situation, it is as if an entirely new man is present. He becomes particularly bloodthirsty and is not afraid to take drastic measures to ensure his and Tenley's safety. Pleas of mercy do not make it to his ear drums. Survival takes precedence over everything in his eyes once it boils down to it. This adult has done many questionable things to keep himself alive and kicking. 

SECRET(S): Mustafa used to attack others for sport when he was younger (and to rob them of supplies,) but now he attempts to make sense of a person's character before initiating a brawl and has just initially mellowed with the years passed. Not a day goes by that he doesn't regret some of the things he has done. 

WE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?

WORTHY MENTIONS: Any family members Mustafa once had have already succumbed to the infection, or lost their lives by other means. However, Mustafa has taken on the roll of caretaker for a young nine year old girl, Tenley, whom he has traveled with for a long time now. A fatherly figure towards her, the two are a close knit pair to the point they are often mistaken as true father and daughter, though it definitely sums up their bond. He fears everyday for when he completely "rots" away and looses every ounce of humanity left in him and yearns to locate and leave her in safe hands.

HISTORY: Write about your character's history. What have they been doing up until now? Has anything significant happened to them? Write up at least three paragraphs.

BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?

SAMPLE: Benjamin Royden Penrose once again found himself loitering in the library - possibly the tenth time this week already. There was no doubt he'd be back once more before the week is done. Ironic, considering the Slytherin detested reading (unless it was an adorable romantic novel,) and would rather engage in something more proactive. Perhaps the smell of musty old books had grown attractive to the boy's senses. Nonetheless, it was a merrily greeted change of pace from the typical buzz that bounced off of the corridor walls. Dully aware he had been standing in the center of the library, slack-jawed as usual when he took a brief gander at the countless shelves, he crept forward, careful to tread lightly. After continuously spending hours in the library, he began to value the silence it upheld. Any student who spoke louder than a whisper received an icy glare from Benjamin.

Licking his peach lips, the teen moved in utter silence, making a point not to disturb anyone who may have came to the library as a place to soak in information. A beeline was made for the nearest monumental shelf. Time passed steadily as Benjamin weaved between rows of shelves, only skimming across the titles of the books that swept past him. Being a Slytherin seemed to give the librarian just cause to suspect Benjamin of any potential wrongdoings, as they made sure to stay glued to his tail. Every turn, they were skulking behind him. Starting to ruffle the boy's feathers. he spun on his heels and hissed at the librarian, words laced with venom, "Problem?"

With a curt hmph! the librarian twirled around, receding. The hostile remarks he yearned to voice bouncing around in his mind made Benjamin himself wince. Drawing in a sharp breath, he went on, accompanied only by the light click of his shoes on the cobblestone floor. Coming to a halt in mid-stride, he plucked a book randomly from its resting place on the shelf. Thumbing through the pages, it took no Ravenclaw to deduce the age of the tome. The pages discolored with years passed, a putrid mold-esque smell wafting into the air. Gagging as his face contorted into that of sheer repulsion., he made a show of slamming the book shut. Earning himself a Shh! from within the library. Shaking his head, he made sure to neatly place the book back in its correct spot before taking long strides away from the scene. No doubt the librarian looking for someone to crack down upon. It was only until he was deeper within the library that Benjamin's ears perked at the sound of lips smacking. Classy.. The Slytherin's nose wrinkled up, a frown etched onto his face. Eyes narrowed, they were ready to shoot daggers at the next figure to come into view.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tad curious.. His mind chimed as the sound of lips locking only seemed to intensify. Before he could take one measly step around to the opposite side of the bookshelf, a loud thud erupted from towards what sounded like the front of the library.

USERNAME: Reign though I'm fine with it being shortened even more to Rei.

AGE GROUP: I'm sixteen.

EXPERIENCE: Three years, so I'm still new to the scene.

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