Ok, forget the placeholder, I just posted here....
Hope this is ok, that I play multiple chars, if not just let me know which is more convenient for the plot numbers a human or a wolf. I am very accomadationg, I think they will both be fun to play.Name:
Lycanthrope (Regular ole' wolf)Appearance
He has a smooth, sleek coat and a lean black body, everything about him razor quick.Items:
A rope braid up his right front paw, and an earing in his left ear (the only reminders of his former self)Skills:
Speed, incredible running speed, aswell as just all around movement. Paws, mouth, tail etc.Personality-
His personality is ver juvenial, very energetic and very aggressive. He is really a wild card. He never sits still always pacing and jumping around. He has the slyness of a fox, his wit is just as quick as his paws. He is like a wolf on a caffeine high combined with a massive sugar rush, that never seems to run out. He is hard to control, but the alphas seem t have a good handle on him most of the time, however, sometimes if not specifically told not to he will find a loop hole in the orders, he loves fun, torture = fun, killing= fun fun, sex = fun fun funHistory-
He was always a rowdy kid, never one to shy away from anything, including venturing off on his own.... Bad idea, for a 16 year old kid, especially heading into wolf infested forrests. Miraculously he survived, even in his human form he had exceptionally quick feet, then carried his battered bruised and bloodied self away from certain death. He oriented himself in what he thoguht was the direction he came, directions not his strength, he ran further into the woods, suddenly he found himself overwhelmed he dropped to the forrest floor and when he got up it was on four legs. He wandered about... well sprinted about the forest until after about 2 years he found the pack. For some reason they accepted him, maybe because they needed the numbers, who knew but hehad a home, a home that provided lots of opportunity for.... fun.
Except not blinded with the black cloth, instead clear blue eyes.Items:
Colt 45, 2 throwing knives, rope, gauze, alcohol, black powder and matches Skills:
Marksman and skilled trap setter.Personality-
He is ice. A picture of calm, cool, calculatin, angles, probablility, setting traps. His clalculation often result in looking like cowardice. If he sees the battle is lost, he will escape to fight another day. He is an incredible survivor, but he will sacrifice 'morality' for his 'mortality'. This rarely endears him to people. And he rarely cares, he is good at what he does, endure. His whole world is based on lies, lies and deception a game he is good at. You can never tell if he's telling you something straight or lying through his teeth. History-
He was born in one of the larger towns, but once 18 ventured out from the town finding it too large a target, too much a hotspot for the wolves. He made his way to a smaller village where he stayed for a while. Until a few villagers began dissapearing then too. He disspaeared aswell, heading to a new village. Here he found the Red team. He endured their training combining it with what he already knew and recently 'graduated' to full team rank. He views Red as a means for his own survival, surroudning himself with the best fighters can only improve his chances, as he has found that whereever you run the wolves can find you.