[ Scott Eastwood, male, he/him ] whatever you think you know about ROWAN MCKNIGHT, the 35 year old, ABROSEXUAL, LOCAL, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored WENDIGO is often described as SINCERE + FORGIVING, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be ALOOF + COMBATIVE, which often has them regarded as the BEAST. they are a PARK RANGER at CREATION RIVER PARK, but it’s also said they are a ROGUE RESIDENT. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.
Demographics
Name: Rowan Leigh McKnight.
Age: 35
Sex/Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Occupation: Park Ranger
Socioeconomic status: Lower middle class.
Education: Some college; criminal justice.
Physical Appearance
Eye color: Blue/green.
Skin color: light tan.Â
Hair color: brown.
Height: 6’ 4’’.
Weight: 185.
Body type: muscular.
Tattoos: “momento” on his right leg above the knee, “mori” above the left knee in similar position, melting smiley faces on both feet. In American traditional style, a growling wolf on his right shoulder facing into his chest, and on the left in a similar style is a growling leopard.Â
Scars/Birthmarks: a decent amount of long white scars from claws, as he says, though they were probably knives.Â
History
Birth date: May 1st.
Place of birth: Creation Peaks.
Key family members: two living parents, John and Michelle, two sisters, Poppy and Grace, and a younger brother, Alder.
Notable events/milestones: realized in his teen years that his parents didn't pay a lot of attention to their kids, wonders often if it's just their nature. Got his welding certificate in high school to support himself while he went to college. Got an associate in criminal justice, considered going to college for Forensic pathology, but decided against it. He didn't want to get someone on his table that he knee, so he decided instead to look into park service, since his hunting ground was the park anyway.Â
Criminal record: has a misdemeanor for public intoxication and disorderly conduct.
Affiliations: he tends to stick close to the park earlier in the day, but does venture into town for books, take out, drinks, and has been known to pop into strip clubs and bars on occasion.
Skeletons in the closet: once tried to satiate his appetite with a family dog, and learned pretty quickly that it wouldn't do. He has also accidentally killed and eaten a woman he had a crush on in middle school when his appetite was particularly stretched.
Bio
Rowan was born into a working class family. His father was a truck driver, spending long hours away from home, and his mother was a server. Poppy, his oldest sister, worked at a different restaurant, but similar hours. He typically took care of his same age or younger siblings, doing a lot of the hunting, the killing, and worked with his mom to cover it up. It never got easier for him. Rowan didn’t want to belong to the group of beings he was born into.
Eventually, he was begging for any way out – he tried animals, he tried not eating. Rowan didn’t like how much he enjoyed who he was in the moment, when emotions were flushed away and all that was stretching out in front of him was the path to his next meal. There didn’t seem to be an ethical way to be who he was.
It bled into every part of his life – he would date, and as time went on, he couldn’t hide his true nature. Or, if he could, his partners knew he was lying. Something had to change for Rowan. It was quick and bloody, that change. He’d chosen a lot of things for his life: the simple clothes he wore, the cologne, the truck, the food he kept in his fridge, his job, the books he read. But when he’d shed his skin, when he’d drift off and a strategic, hungry rage would set in, it would choose other things.
On one particular night, late in the summer, when people were usually packing their camping gear away for the summer, a woman and a couple friends stayed in a more remote area of Creations River Park. They were cornered, really. Rowan doesn’t remember any of it, but knows the implications of waking up on a trail in bloodied clothes and finding bones and gear.
Long after he’d gotten rid of the bones, the gear, the torn tents, and any other trace, a missing person’s alert came in for Mariah Coleson. Rowan fretted for a time, vaguely remembering that name. A mutual friend reminded him of her, and the little crush he’d had in sixth grade.
Now, Rowan has nightmares. The wendigo in him makes a toy of him too, just as it would an outside person. He tries not to think about it. He accepts it for what it is, but now, he wouldn’t risk getting close to another living person, because even if they’re long gone, he fears he’ll find them.
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Also I’ll probably add to this as play happens.
What’s up, I’m Steph, I’m 27, central time, and I am absolutely down to clown.
