Name: Zeek Matthews<br/><br/>Age: 21<br/><br/>Gender: male<br/><br/>Human Appearance:<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/CalebLane.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/220400277_06ff5ee322_o.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Wolf Appearance:<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/C24S0101.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Special Skills: Military Arms, Military Combat, Poetry (when inspiration hits), Romance Novels, Comedy, Parenting<br/><br/>Personality: Easy Going, Kind, Caring, Romantic (hardcore), Fiercely Protective (friends/family/significant other), Strong, Understanding, Active, Funny (has a sense of humor and uses it), Serious (at times), Flirtacious (at times), Playful (at times), Generous, Analytical (at times), Intelligent (genuis IQ)<br/><br/>Short Version of Past: Grew up with his twin sister Nancy Matthews. Was in the military until two weeks after his twentyth birthday. Left the military base six months afterwards. Was given his three day old nephew, Nate, when his sister and their parents died in a car accident. Has been raising his nephew for six months and still is very active. Moved here a three years ago and is now bodyguard to Ulfric Jace and the pack. Who he calls sir due to his military background. He saved the Ulfric's life by taking a silver dagger to the side from a hunter who abushed the pack on a hunt. He hadn't even been in the pack then and had just traveling nearby. Still has the scar on the front of his left hip.<br/><br/>Other: Has slight OCD.<br/><br/>Is a living more polite Sherlock Holmes who has great people skills.<br/><br/>Was in the military from ages 16-20. Retired at 21. Left military base six months prior to his twenty-first birthday.<br/><br/>Loves kids and is great with them.<br/><br/>Is raising his six month old nephew as his son.<br/><br/>Loves to go running, swimming, and Horseback Riding.<br/><br/>Works out daily.<br/><br/>Can use wolf, body, or tools for fighting and hunting.<br/><br/>Willing to go over and beyond the call of duty for friends or someone special.<br/><br/>Uses his sense of humor to make people laugh when they are sad or angry.<br/><br/>Is a dire wolf.<br/><br/>Has a special carrier on his back for his nephew. This allows him to have fully mobility should need to fight and protect arise.<br/><br/>Avatar used: Caleb Lane<br/><br/>His nephew Nate =<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/The-Mlcak-Family-1000blog1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Zeek looked around the large meadow making up the sides, front and back of his small two bedroom cabin in the countryside. He had worked hard and built his and Nate's home from the ground up. A log cabin made up of the entire trees he had cut down. He had even dug up the stumps and the roots in order to not waste any part of nature that he had destroyed to make his home. Turning the stumps into furniture or eating utensils and dishes. The roots he had used as part of packing and sealing of any cracks in the walls. Mixing it with clay and other things from nature. He knew how to make the most of nature. He wasted nothing if he could help it. He loved his home and knew it was perfect for nature. He had even built a small crib for his nephew slash son. He was all he had left of his sister.<br/><br/>The wind blew the willowy weeds and blades of grass side to side. Rippling them and making them give off the appearance of the rolling tides of the ocean waves. The breeze rustled through the trees that bordered the meadow upon which his home rested. He felt the wind tossing his hair around. Happy that Nate was sleeping for now. A smile on his face. His adopted son resting in his carrier upon his back. He closed his eyes and just listened to the sounds of nature. Bees buzzing as they pollenated and gathered pollen from tall flowers that speckled themselves across the meadow. The smell of dandelions whose petals were slowly blowing off and flying into the wind to spread themselves further around when they landed upon the ground. Today was peaceful and beautiful. A big part of why he loved the countryside that there was very little if any crime. No chaos that he had noticed.<br/><br/>He heard various birds singing and chirping. Some of them doing their mating calls. He opened his eyes and looked around. Hearing Nate start whimpering and whining he pulled the carrier carefully around. Taking Nate out and grabbed the bottle of still somewhat warm milk from the baby bag that rested on his right hip and laid upon his hips. He shifted Nate to laying in the crook of his arms. Supporting him with his whole arm and his hand under his butt to provide the most support possible. He watched as the minute he put the bottle to Nate's lips he pulled it in with his tiny little hands. Watching him with a fond and amazed look. He was always amazed with the things he nephew did. When Nate pushed the bottle away he put it back in the baby bag.<br/><br/>He turned Nate and put him a bit above his shoulder with his head. Patting him on the back repeatedly until he finished needing burping. Holding the little boy up. "Hey there Nate." He said with a smile. Putting him back in the carrier and secured him in. The carrier still resting on his chest. He stopped as he heard the birds suddenly go quiet. His gaze turning towards the treelines. Why did the animals suddenly go quiet? He heard a rustling but said nothing. Just listening as he waited to see if he was going to need to defend himself and his adopted son. Moving the carrier back to resting upon his back. Just in case he needed to fight.