Alias: Winter's Howl, Road Buster, Mister Fix-It, Hive Killer, Stalker of The Black Forest

Tribe: Get of Fenris

Status: Athro

Position: Doggy or Cowgirl

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Merits: None Known/IC Knowledge

Flaws: None Known/IC Knowledge

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App: 3

Cha: 4

Intim: 3

Pure Breed: hah

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Quote: "I'm the best there is at what I do, but what I do best isn't very nice." "It's not my fault!"​

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EVERYTHING BELOW THIS POINT IS IC KNOWLEDGE.

 

Description:​

He stood roughly six feet tall and wasn't to hard on the eyes aside from numerous scars. His neck looks like it was clawed open at one time or another. His left shoulder and the flesh around it is heavily scarred as if someone severed the arm by strength alone. His left elbow has a scar around it, it looks like someone cut the flesh to the bone in a ring, or perhaps that too was severed. The left side of his torso also has scarring like someone stripped away patches of flesh clear to the ribs. Other scars dot his body here and there, like a hole near his heart, long since healed but a scar left the flesh looks as if it burned, in fact it had when a 50 cal incendiary round lodged its self there. His hair is at least shoulder length if not a bit more. His body was obviously a powerful one but nimble as well, the scars spoke of its stamina. His eyes have the spark of intelligence to them as they scan the area ever alert of his surroundings. He wore a simple ear stud in his left ear, and the newest among his scars was over his right eye as if some beast had gouged it out at one point or another, just slightly older are massive scars to his shoulder, the left one again and just over his heart. And so now you have the physical description of the man and can probly guess by the condition of his body some of his past, however that would only be part of a long tale.

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Bio:

He's mated to Tory, and they have 3 hatched fetuses Rand, Lilly and Jeremiah and they have adopted Lydia. He's good at fixing things, and breaking things, and making music.