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CALIGO CHARACTERS

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Caligo Chronicles: On a Dragonfly's Wings

OUTLANDER

Name: Dek Zeal
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Weapons: Dual .45 Colt Long Barrels, Barrett M107 .50 Cal Sniper Rifle
Possessions: Long red coat, leather body wrappings, yellow specs, small field medical kit, and small tool kit
Profession: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, and Treasure Hunter
How did you get to Caligo?: Parachuting out of a Blue Trinity plane with a small group of fellow Azure Scythe members.
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Personality: Cold and always calculating; he would as soon take a human life as swat a fly if he feels he can benefit from it. His mannerism more closely resemble a predator in the animal kingdom rather than a soldier; using patience and timing to find a target’s moment of weakness before striking an efficient kill. Never a man of words, the few conversations he has consists of simple one word or phrase responses. Very innovative, on the rare occasions he fails, he is quick to reevaluate his strategy and modify his gear so that he won’t fail again.
History: Janus’ life has revolved around war and combat, enlisting into the military straight out of high school. After a few years he was dishonorably discharged for an incident that has been classified for the sake of protecting the nation’s public image and wanting to distance themselves from what occurred. Not knowing what else to do, he spent the next twelve years of his life working as a gun for hire for anybody with the cash. He became good in his line of work, notorious as a ruthless hitman and even rumored to be involved with a few political assassinations. This fame caught the interest of Blue Trinity who was eager to reenlist him under the assumed name of “Dek Zeal” so that his prior history wouldn’t hinder his involvement with armed forces.

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VAMPIRES

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Name: Lance Ryuzaki
Gender: Male
Age: 50, appears to be 24
Race: Vampire Hybrid
Appearance:

Height: 5’10”
Weight: 120 lbs
Personality: Lance is extremely aloof and casual, not caring what those around him think or do. This persona is clearly demonstrated in his posture; Lance is always slouching and dragging his feet if he is wandering idly and usually folds his knees towards his chest whenever he is sitting, even if it is in a chair. Not necessarily introverted, but Lance only speaks if he feels he has something significant to contribute to the conversation; he much prefers to sit on the sidelines and observe.

Lance is highly intelligent, especially when it comes to problem solving, and very logical in his thought processes and planning. Only on rare occasions does he ever show an emotion that isn’t neutral; it is even more rare for him to act on these emotions. Those that try to provoke a reaction typically get little more than an uncaring stare, which usually ceases the provocations once the person becomes either frustrated at their failed attempt or embarrassed by the futility of their foolish actions.

There are two primary driving forces that would cause any significant reaction from Lance. The first is to present him with some sort of puzzle in which he has to devote significant thought to solve. He is curious by nature, but also quick to bore once his interest in the object or creature fades. The second is acts of violence against innocent people. Events in Lance’s life has caused him to develop a strong sense of personal justice, which he carries out every opportunity he gets. Lance’s victims are predominately people he deems evil and unfit to exist in society. This code of ethics includes both humans and preternaturals since he views them as equal, most likely because he falls under both categories.

Powers:
Increased Physical Attributes – Lance possesses strength, agility, endurance, intelligence, and perception that far exceeds human standards; especially agility and intelligence. He prides himself for his exceptional skill in acrobatics and stealth. Parkour has always fascinated Lance, but he has taken it to levels that at boarder on physically impossible at times.

Healing Factor – Lance is able to recover from injuries approximately four times quicker than his mortal counterparts. This rate increases exponentially after feeding on human blood, to the point where even deep, life threatening wounds would heal in a matter of a few minutes. In addition to this, his body no longer ages after reaching the physical equivalent of a 24 year old and is immune to all diseases. Although his is more resilient to poison, he is still able to be harmed by it.

Weaknesses:
Mortality – Although Lance is unable to die from natural causes, his body is still able to be injured and killed like any other human, but not quite as easily. Bleeding out and fatal injuries are very possibly, but can be prevented by feeding before succumbing to his injuries.

UV Weakness – Lance’s flesh is unable to handle UV rays, specifically from the sun. Short term exposure causes blistering and excruciating pain; long term exposure could be lethal. Indirect exposure to the sun (i.e. if his skin is completely covered by clothing or on an overcast day) is not fatal nor deteriorates flesh, but causes pain similar to severe sunburn and can progress to showing symptoms of sun poisoning.

Warded by Faith – Like all other vampires, Lance can be harmed not just by a cross or holy water, but by any show of strong faith. A Star of David, with pure faith behind it, can drive one off just as well as a cross. A cross, held by somebody that doesn't believe in what it represents, won't even bother the vamp. Although his half-human side ensures that such symbols are not lethal, only inflict large amounts of pain.

Bio: Lance is a product of a human mother, Nadia, and a traditional vampire father, Macarius. Although he never met his father, his mother claimed that the two of them had fallen in love and remained together for a year. After that time, Macarius could no longer cope with the difficulty of being in a relationship with a mortal and having to live is own life as one, but he also couldn’t bring himself to take the life of the one he loved. The night Nadia returned home with news that she was pregnant; all she found was a vacant house and a note on the table explaining why his father left.

For the next six years, Lance was taken care of by only his mother who was able to steal pints of blood from the hospital to provide the nourishment for her child that human food could only partially supply. The love for her son was unquestionable and unyielding, but raising a vampire hybrid certainly wasn’t easy for emotionally or financially. Nadia switched to working night shifts so that she could be around to protect her son during the day when he was most vulnerable. When Lance was five, Nadia found another suitor to take care of her and her child. This man went by the name of Nigel; a wealthy executive who had partial ownership in several businesses throughout Europe. After two years, Nigel finally proposed and married Nadia, all the while still oblivious that his new son-in-law was not pure human. This was primarily possible because he worked throughout the day and would spend large portions of time out of the area on business trips, not to mention that Nadia discovered that raw meat was effective enough at supporting Lance’s need for blood.

It was after the marriage that things had taken a turn for the worse. After one particularly long business trip to Asia, Nigel had returned home with a drug addiction and a shortened temper. From that point on, he became abusive towards Nadia, but she never complained as long as he left Lance alone. Even though Lance was only eight at the time, he had the mental capacity of somebody who was in their mid-twenties. Each time he insisted on defending his mother, Nadia made him promise not to get involved no matter how bad things got. Then came the moment that things had gotten out of hand and sent Lance down the path of vigilantism. Sometime when Lance was ten, Nigel’s drug problem escalated to the point when he became mentally unsound and extremely paranoid. One night when Lance and Nadia were in the living room, Nigel entered with gun in hand and a dazed expression on his face. He shot both Lance and Nadia in the chest before turning the gun on himself. With Nadia’s dying request, she told Lance to drink her blood to save his own life, which he done reluctantly.

From that night until his 18th birthday, Lance resided in an orphanage without any prospects of adoption. The other children teased him because of his odd personality and his skin condition that he used as a reason to remain out of the sun. During the day, Lance would remain in his room surrounded by puzzles, brainteasers, and books. At night, he would sneak out of the orphanage to work on his free running and feed on stray animals. Once he had become a legal adult, he had received his family’s inheritance which was more than enough to ensure that Lance could live a modest life off of the interest that his step-father had earned. As such, Lance never bothered to find a job or live as a normal person; rather he would wait until nightfall to stalk the streets for people he deemed evil and took it upon himself to dispatch them from society.

The next several years of his life, he would seek his own form of personal justice. It wasn’t long before he stumbled into several underground sects and learned that there was a lot more preternaturals in the world, though he never made it a point to align himself with them. In Lance’s mind, he didn’t belong in either world since he was a hybrid. Instead of affiliating himself with any particular group or establishing some sort of life in the human world, he decided to continue living the life of a night stalker vigilante. Since he started dealing his own form of justice, the crime rate in his hometown had dropped by 70%. Satisfied with what he has accomplished, Lance decided that he would move on to a larger city and make a difference there as well. A year after his arrival his arrival in London, crime rates have made a noticeable dip while acts of vigilantism have been on the rise. So far, the police have no leads as the group behind these acts, most likely because the case has received little attention from the authorities.

File: Lance is well aware of the problem that The Knights pose towards his existence, but also views them as good for society; as such, he avoids confrontation and goes to lengths to stay undetected by them. This is primarily done by inflicting fatal wounds to his victims with conventional weapons, typically in the form of a knife, then feeding on the blood without leaving unusual markings that would alert them to the presence of a vampire. As such, The Knights are yet unaware of his existence since the local police have no reason to suspect preternatural activity regarding the murders.

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LYCANTHROPES

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Captured Love

Basics:

Name: Rurik
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan Born

Appearance:

Human Form
Eye color: Forrest green with a thin golden ring lining the pupil.
Hair Color/Style:Long dark grey with intermittent white streaks hanging down to his upper back with portions of it held together by a few large clay beads, but most of it is loose and free to blow in the wind.
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 190 pounds
Style: He wears a tan leather tunic over a worn pine green shirt that fits tightly around his barreled chest and toned biceps with a pair of well fitting cotton brown pants that only slightly outline his powerfully built legs.
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Two small golden earrings in the cartilage of both ears.

Lycan Form
Eye color: Gold with a thin forrest green ring around the outside of his iris.
Hair Color/Style:A soft pelt dark wolf grey color on his back that fades to lighter grey towards the front of his body and extremities and white on his muzzle, a pattern that is seen from his head to his large plumed tail. Hair on scalp remains mostly unchanged from its appearance in human form, but recedes further to the back of his head.
Height: 6’8” (when stanting errect)
Weight: 240 pounds
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Two small golden earrings in the cartilage of both ears.

Personal:

Personality: Despite his muscular build and great strength, Rurik is still very intelligent and observant; his pack rarely falls into ambushes thanks to his sharp mind and keen senses. Even when the others deem the area safe and choose to revert back into human form, Rurik prefers to remain in his lycan form unless ordered by the Alpha to revert back for the sake of hiding among humans. Acting without hesitation, he will perform any task that is needed to ensure the well-being of the pack, but is quick to question actions that he deems to be wrong or harmful to it. Almost always in a calm and rational mindset that is hard to shake him out of, but he will never back down from an enemy that poses a threat to his brethren.

Background: Rurik was born from a long line of lycans, not a single converted lycan in his bloodline for at least three generations. Due to this lineage, his canine instincts are strong and he finds himself thinking more like a wolf than a human, which is only intensified by his preference of remaining in lycan form. A heightened pack instinct causes him to view all members of his pack as brothers, regardless of whether they are human or lycan in birth. As a pup, he was occasionally teased for staying in lycan form nearly at all times, but was never hated or ousted because of it. When Rurik got older, he got reprimanded by members of the pack for disobeying orders that went against his morals, specifically when they began enslaving humans. After countless punishments, most of which being physical in nature, he reluctantly carried out his orders despite the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to do otherwise. Before his opposition to these orders, he was well one his way to achieving Beta rank for his loyalty to the pack, but now he finds himself on the lower end of the totem pole after being regarded as unpredictable and irresponsible.

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Howling Hearts

Name: Rayne Aiur
Age: Twenty-one
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male

Human Form:


Wolf Form:


Dire Wolf Form:


Werewolf Form:

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DEITIES

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Genesis

Name: Opifex
Gender: None
Appearance:

Origin: Itself
Essence: Creation



Name: Demi
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Origin: Opifax
Essence: Energy

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RP Specific Races

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Faithfulness

Name: Lathus Gyssemitore
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Nyxi
Social Class: Lower Class
Fighting Class: Thief
Weapon(s):
Compound Bow
Dual Claw-Daggers
Magic:
-Telepathy

Home Territory: Baiame

Appearance:


Brief Personality: Lathus has the sort of poker face that gamblers everywhere envy, which pairs perfectly with his ability to lie seamlessly. These traits lend themselves perfectly at passing the blame for his passion of misdirecting people and performing a myriad of practical jokes. Whereas stealing is a way to provide for his basic needs, mischief is his primary form of entertainment; he lives to see the reactions of his victims. Lathus’ actions are well calculated to be both efficient and flawlessly timed whenever possible, he does not lend himself well to impulsive decisions. Despite his lighthearted nature, it isn’t uncommon for him to get on the nerves of other people at times due do his skepticism, sarcastic comments, and foolish games. Despite whatever hostility he incurs from his friends, Lathus is always willing to apologize or forgive and will remain unyieldingly loyal to them.

Bio: Lathus was born in a large lower class family where the females were typically servants of high-middle class while the males commonly worked in the factories. His family wasn’t large in the sense of having several brothers and sisters, Lathus is actually an only child, but it is large in the sense that his relatives formed a sort of commune. In all, he had seven sets of aunts and uncles with cousins numbering in the mid-twenties all living in a two-story duplex. Homeschooling was his only form of education, but the knowledge the Gyssemitore women gained by working for higher society ensured it was well rounded and extensive as compared to most lower-class families.

Once he was old enough for employment, he began what was a very short career in industrial manufacturing. After a week, Lathus became restless of the monotony and promptly quit. This decision was not received well by the family as he was pressed to find some other method of “carrying his weight.” After several dead-end jobs, he stumbled across a small group of thieves and convinced them to show young Lathus the trade. Having grown up in such a cramped living environment helped him to excel at blending into crowds and otherwise hiding in plain sight. By the time he was nineteen, he had become an expert of the craft of sleight-of-hand and pick pocketing. Despite his skill, Lathus stuck to a moral code that dissuaded him from stealing from the less fortunate and only take as much as he needed rather than however much he wanted. This code kept him out of the sight of the law and out of prison.

When he was twenty, his group of colleagues decided to go for “a big score” that would ensure their financial security for several years. Lathus did not involve himself with this heist since it went against his beliefs, which was fortunate considering that the plan failed and all parties involved were locked away for several years. Despite pleas from his friends to find a way to sneak them out, he was determined never to cross the line from petty crook to full-fledged criminal and solemnly denied their request. For the next year, he continued his work solo and did quite well for himself; that is until his family finally discovered his true career as a thief. The resulting fallout left him exiled from his household, forcing him to live on his own without the support of his family.

Eager to clean the stain he put on his family name, he set out to find a noble cause in which he could lend his talents and prove his worth. It wasn’t long before he caught wind of a noble in search of brave adventurers to protect the country which he inhabited.

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Operation N.E.K.O.

Name: Takun J'Dhannar aka No. 117021
Age: Twenty Three
Species: Canine / Alaskan Malamute
Appearance:
Takun has the canine properties from this alaskan malamute. He shares the same pointed ears that are black on the back and white with pink on the inside. The tail is in the exact same, just a little bit larger to fit his proportions. Like the canine he was derived from, he shares the same black marking that goes from the top of his head, passing in-between his deep brown eyes, and ends at the tip of his black nose. Similarly, he has slightly larger and more pointed canines than what a normal person would have; as well as more fuller hands that have pointed fingernails that are more effective at digging and getting more traction while hauling rather than using them for attacking. Much like the malamute breed, Takun has a large, powerful chest and legs that helps him carry and haul large loads.

Personality: Typically calm, quiet, and always observing his surroundings, but has a tendency to become hyper and playful whenever he gets bored; he has a very strong pack instinct due to his canine genes. This instinct makes him extremely loyal to whomever he views as the "Alpha" and will not hesitate to perform any task assigned to him by that role. Though that is not to say he is a drone, if his leader shows signs of being reckless, selfish, or weak, Takun will no longer view them as the pack leader and cease following orders. As a safety precaution, his handlers made it a point to condition him so that he will never strive for "Alpha" status among his "pack". If separated from his "pack" or "Alpha" for prolonged periods, he is likely to become extremely aggressive and reckless, often releasing his frustrations on whatever is around him.

Canine Abilities
-Enhanced hearing and sence of smell. As such is sensative to loud noises or harsh smells.
-Increased endurance
-Resistance to cold
-Excellent strength, especially when pulling and carrying.

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Sanctuaire Éstrange

Name: Rayne Aiur

Appearance:


Age: 17

Occupation: Barista at Café Loré

Race: Human turned Neko Sorcerer.

Abilities:
Evocation – Rayne is able to call forth the forces of nature and physics to assist him in a wide variety of ways, though he specializes in lightning, gravity, and kinetic energy manipulation.
Alchemey – Combining magic with ingredients to make a wide array of potions... Or a mean cup of Joe.
Thaumaturgy – Ritualistic magic to produce miraculous results. This is a very sensitive form of magic and is what rendered him into his Neko form.

Bio:
Rayne comes from a family of skilled magic users, though he is the only sorcerer in the family. Both of his parents are wizards while his younger brother and older sister are both conjurers. Despite the proficiency of magic within the household, Rayne lived a very typical life of a boy his age. He kept a group of close friends, enjoyed every moment of his free time, and received good enough grades to be considered smart, but not a brainiac.

At the age of 15, his life hit a major speed bump that he still struggles to adjust to at present. One afternoon, Rayne was honing his skill in Thaumaturgy to combine two small chains made of different metals into a single chain that would combine the best aspects of the metals’ properties. This exercise was the first of many that would eventually make his 250cc sports bike lightweight enough to carry into his room in order to address his father’s protests of having it take up space in an already crowded garage. Unfortunately, he was not aware that Raith, the family’s British Longhair, was in the room and was entirely fascinated by the strands of glittering metal that Rayne was holding. Before he could react, Raith had leapt across the circle of silver that is used to contain and focus the magical energies within. Upon breaking the plane of the ring, the invisible barrier was broken, allowing wild energies to flow inside and alter the foci of the ritual; rather than the two chains becoming one, Rayne and Raith did so in their stead. Although the human body is far superior to that of a house cat in many ways, but there were a few elements of Raith that trumped Rayne’s; specifically in the realms of agility, night vision, hearing, scent, and a few others.

Rayne regained consciousness from the onslaught of magical energies to the sound of his panicked mother. It didn’t take him long to realize what had happened and that his body has been significantly changed for the better, at least as far as performance and ability is concerned. His cat ears are exceptional at hearing and are the admiration of many of girls at his school, his nails became more pointed and claw-like, his eyes changed from hazel to a brilliant blue and can see clearly in the dark, and his balance and agility are significantly improved, especially when aided by his tail. Despite those improvements to his body, none of them was able to prepare him for the ridicule and stares that he would have to endure from his classmates. Rayne’s friends remained true to him, but the rest of the students who looked human found it quite amusing at his expense, doubly so his fellow magic users. It wasn’t long before Rayne preferred the company of those who were noticeably something other than human; most of whom accepted him with open arms, knowing well what he was going through.

Over the months, Rayne had done all he could to figure out how to return himself back into his purely human state. In truth, the amount of control needed to perform such a feat was neigh impossible to maintain for the duration it would require. Such a ritual would be on par with performing open heart surgery while running a triathlon and fighting off a swarm of bees at the same time. There was just too much room for error where the slightest mishap could easily kill Rayne.

Personality: In short, Rayne is a free spirited individual who enjoys the company of others and having a good time. Since his incident in Thaumaturgy, he has preferred the company of more unique races rather than the human magic users who tend to poke fun at his condition. Even though it has gained that admiration of many of his female classmates, Rayne tends to become a little withdrawn whenever the conversation is directed towards his non-human features while insults of those features or his mistake can send him into bouts of depression.

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[Welcome+Home]

Name: Doroga Geddy
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: Krylox

Eye Color: Copper
Hair Horn Color/Style: Black with only the faintest red hue that is barely discernable and sharpened to deadly points.
Height: 14’0”
Weight: 500lbs
Style: Standard issue uniform for IPR security personnel, specially designed to be worn by a Krylox. The form fitting sleeveless top only accentuates his size and power while his midnight black flesh, interlaced with crimson, serves as a intimidating contrast to the otherwise assuring authority of the uniform.
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: A long, red scar stretching from just above his left eye, over his lips, and ending just offset from his chin. The presence of which gives Doroga the impression that he is always sneering or scowling, depending on who is asked, which also gives his glares an almost life threatening impression.
Weapons: A massive maul-like weapon is kept slung over his back. On its own, would be a devastating weapon when wielded by a Krylox, but is designed around a mechanism that emits a wave of kinetic energy produced by the excess power behind the impact. This force is effective at knocking groups of opponents off balance, if not off their feet entirely, when the device is enabled and there is considerable force behind the impact of the swing. Given the raw strength of the Krulox, a shockwave is practically guaranteed in even the most awkward of blows.

At his hip is a large ballistic SMG, specifically designed to accommodate a Krylox’s size and would be considered unwieldy among the other races. Although the accuracy is what one would expect from any SMG, the increased size allows the use of larger, more powerful, rounds. Most of his spare clips contain tungsten rounds, he keeps a spare clip or two of disruptor and explosive rounds should a special need arise.
Occupation: Neverender Chief Security Officer.

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Flying Without Wings

General Information
Name: Lathus Gyssemitore

Gender: Male

Species: Half-Dark Elf, Half-Human

Outer Appearance
Actual Age/Age Appearance: Lathus is still early into adulthood at the age of 82 years. Due to the long lifespan of his Drow heritage, he only appears to be in his mid-twenties with the exception of the weight of wisdom and experience on his demeanor.

Hair Color/Style: Long, silvery-white strands that loosely hang down to the middle of his back.

Eye Color/Features: Deep red with flecks of dark blue scattered throughout the iris. This impurity to his eyes makes for undeniable evidence that he is not of pure Drow heritage.

Skin: Light gray with an assorted scattering of pale scars throughout his body.

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 150lbs.

Build: Toned, lithe muscles that are common among nearly every elf. Slightly smaller in frame than is typical for his height which only serves to increase his agility to a slightest degree.

Clothing Style: Lathus is found either wearing his scaled leather armor or a casual trouser/tunic combination. Regardless of what attire hangs directly upon his frame, he is rarely seen without his forest green hooded cloak. He has become so accustomed to the draping garment that it no longer hinders his movements to any significant degree, be it firing a bow or swinging a sword.

Extra/Summary: None.


Inner Appearance

Likes: Stealing, practical jokes, valuable items that are easy to steal, hunting, and otherwise being a delinquent.

Dislikes: Following impulsive plans, stealing from those who are worse-off than he, and locks that he cannot pick.

Bad Habits: Stealing things just for the sake of taking them and taking jokes too far.

Strengths: Arcane archery, pick pocketing, lying, stalking, low-light vision, and tracking.

Weaknesses: Weaker bone structure than his human counterpart, making him more susceptible to injuries. Although he is not incompetent in swordplay, Lathus wouldn’t be much of a challenge to a fighter with any significant experience.

Extra: Like most elves, Lathus enters into a meditative trance rather than sleeping. Years of training in the arcane has allowed him to imbue his arrows with elemental magic.

Summary: Lathus is friendly and energetic, though has a tendency to rub people the wrong way.


Miscellaneous Information

Clan/Pack: His family name is Gyssemitore, or Clan of the Moon

Home: Northwestern Otto

Family: Lathus was a product of a one-night stand and had never known his father. Although his birth was not intentional, his mother still cared for him until she died from old age. He has no other relatives that he knows about to date.

Friends: In his journeys, he has made several acquaintances and a few friends, though is isn’t particularly close to any of them.

Enemies: Those who hurt the weak and helpless.

Spouse: He is neither married nor in a relationship with anybody.

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Genetic Perfection

Name: Fenrir Vánagandr
Nickname: Fen or Fenrir
ID Number: 117021
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hybrid: Wolf
Appearance:
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Ears, canines, and tail are exactly what one would expect from a wolf. The hair on his head extends down into a shallow widow's peak.

Brief Personality:
Typically calm, quiet, and always observing his surroundings, but has a tendency to become hyper and playful whenever he gets bored. Fenrir has a very strong pack instinct due to his canine genes. This instinct makes him extremely loyal to whomever he views as the "Alpha" and will not hesitate to perform any task assigned to him by that role. Though that is not to say he is a drone, if his leader shows signs of being reckless, selfish, or weak, Fenrir will no longer view them as the leader and cease following orders. As a safety precaution, his handlers made it a point to condition him so that he will never strive for "Alpha" status among his "pack".

Skills:
-Enhanced hearing and sense of smell
-Increased endurance
-Resistance to cold
-Excellent strength, especially when pulling and carrying
Weaknesses:
-Sensitive to loud noises or harsh smells
-Heat and fire
-Functioning without a leader
Weapon of Choice:
-Dual Panthera Blades
-Spike Blade
Other:
If separated from his "pack" or "Alpha" for prolonged periods, Fenrir is likely to become extremely aggressive and reckless, often releasing his frustrations on whatever is around him.

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