@Damonique---bring them on in the more the better...are they bad guys or good guys...just wondering
@ ElizabethStark---Love the two charcters and don't worry to much on the bio we still have time.
Race- Werewolf/Vampire Abilities-
-Transformation: Can transform his body into a variety of wolf forms
-Physical Dominance: Russ has bestial strength, even in human form
-Enhanced Senses: Russ' sense of smell is so keen he can decipher emotions by the subjects scent so long as they aren't masking it with a strong perfume.
-Pheromones: Russ has an alluring, subtle scent that can tend to sway females of most species if they are not aware. He uses this to his advantage.
-Healing Factor(only in Garou): In his garou form, he can heal wounds faster.
Spoiler: Appearance
Spoiler: human - 6'3"
Spoiler: near-human - 6'8"
Spoiler: garou - 9'
Spoiler: near-wolf - 7'2"
Spoiler: wolf - 6' at the shoulder
Specialty- Combat Leadership (as in leading by example. The old fashioned way)
Bio- Russ was born in Scotland in 1733 as a pureblood werewolf, one of the last who called glorious green Alba home. He grew up in the far and misty highlands of Scotland's northern coast, quickly growing accustomed to harsh environments. He was raised to hunt and fight and kill - to be the apex predator that Werewolves are born and bred to be.
In 1745, already larger and stronger than most men his age, Russ joined the Jacobites in their rebellion against the English and their loyalists. The war was long and torturous, even for one as hardy as Russell was. In the battle of Culloden Moor, Russ saw many of his friends, many of which were also Werewolves from his Pack, slaughtered by fire or decapitation. After the farce of the battle, Russ and several others fled to France, then to America for safe harbor. Many Alba-born Werewolves made the exodus to the land of opportunity, hearing of the Werewolf tribes in the Americas.
Reaching America, Russell made a humble living as a lumberer outside of Boston, finding that surrounding himself by nature calmed the beast within, making him less prone to transformations. Manning the wilderness of the Appellation Mountains, Russ made sure to make contact with the Native Werewolf tribes there, getting permission to hunt and gather from their lands to avoid conflict. When the French and Indian War broke out in 1750, Russell took up musket and tomahawk against the British. Again, he suffered defeat and slunk back to the mountains to nurse his wounds of body and pride.
Much remained the same for Russ until the Revolution started. Another chance to stick it to those whom Russ had grown to hate. He joined the American Militia, using his mastery of the woodlands in America as well as his Lycanthropic gifts to tear apart British supply convoys. He was noted for his bravery in the war, said to have claimed the lives of over a hundred men and to shrug off fatal wounds like they were but a bug bite. Part of it was true. Most of it, actually. Not many British soldiers thought to carry silver-coated bullets. The victory had been glorious, and the nomination of George Washington as the first President of the United States will be something he will never forget.
Time toiled on until once again, war made a mark in Russell's history, the sound of the drums of war seducing him like the song of sirens. The United States had declared war with Great Britain once more on June 1, 1812. Rather than joining the state military, Russell rounded together some of his fellow Werewolves and their resources to buy a ship. All of them had significant sailing experience through the ages and they were fighters all. Signing up as Privateers, they brought the fight to the English in the Atlantic, boarding English ships and shifting into beasts to tear the crew asunder. The ship would be returned to its fleet with naught but a blood-swaddled deck and strips of carrion hanging from the riggings. After the war, Russell and his crew kept sailing for several years as privateers, usually shipping precious cargo and people across the expanding horizons.
Throughout time, Russell's life has been defined by war. The Civil War, fighting for the freedom of so many of his supernatural brethren from bondage their own kind had placed them in. He saw great and terrible battles like Antedam, Gettysburg, and Sherman's March through the South. He was there when a broken General Lee surrendered.
It was in the late 19th century that Russell was called by a prodigious scientist and an immortal in his own right. The leader of the infamous sanctuary. While Russell was no scientist of physician, he had been around for a long time and had thus gained great knowledge from all across the globe. His healing factor was also something that intrigued the good Doctor De Beaufort. For once in Russ' life, he had been called to save a life rather than take many. He did what he could for the girl, offering his knowledge of old medicine he had studied in his time. He injected himself with the serum he and three others had devised, forever changing them into something else... something better.
Russ saw the trenches in Europe in World War I, fighting through the mud and the filth and the rotting corpses. Storming the opposing trenches as a beast come nightfall. He charged the beaches of Normandy through the storm of lead and fire, shooting and mauling his way across Nazi occupied France and into Germany itself to sow terror and unrest in the heart of the Reich. Russ shipped off to Korea in the 50's then to Vietnam in the decades after that, and many more after that. War has become as intimate a part of Russell MacCan as his blood itself.
Seat in society- One of the Five - Warmaster
Weapons of Choice-
Spoiler: Colt 1911
This is one of Russ' most prized possessions. He was issued this handgun in the year 1911 and has had it by his side ever since. He treats this gun with more respect than most people
Spoiler: Warmaster Tomahawk
This tomahawk was given to Russ in 1753 by the Werewolf tribal community in the United States. All of the chief convened and invited Russ to smoke from the pipe with them as a gesture of friendship. He was given the tomahawk as a weapon and a memento. The axe head is pure iron (effective at dispelling spirits) with an ash wood handle. The cutting edge is plated in silver melted down from the Manchester Cathedral. This tomahawk is one of few of its kind, having seen more than two centuries of war and still remaining in pristine working order by no shortage of diligence on Russ' part.
This tomahawk is usually seen on a plaque over the fireplace in his den/study/office. Gods old and new help you if you touch it...
@StormWolf---- I love it and as far as the weapons go what I put is issues weapons. Like cops are issued weapons, so yeah if you have your own special gun then have at it...that goes for everyone lovelies....
Appearence
Build: 6"1/4, slim shoulders, long arms, muscular but slim build, long legs
Hair: straight black medium hair that falls near his eyes
Eyes: Blue eyes
Distinctive Features: tan skin color, demonic leathery wings, long pointed "Devil's" tail, cross shaped scar covering the entirety of his torso
Clothes: short sleeved black silk button down, dark blue denim jeans, small necklace with the omega letter on it, black and white sneakers
Armor: small finely chained, light, shirt of chain mail
Fighting Style
poisoned Katana with Soshu Kitae(secondary and slow attacks/defense), claws, Elements of Fire(wide uses) and Air(can only compress an shoot uncontrollably), Demonic magic, specialty is hand to hand combat(with claws),good at taunting the enemy, weak use of combat and healing spells(non-demonic), skin and muscle are harder due to dragon DNA, can use Charm magic(rarely used), has a fear of people in lab coats and anyone with an apt knowledge of science and living organisms, has a fear of syringes, loves to use the surrounding area as a weapon, weak in the torso, back and head, blood is toxic and corrosive, not too smart and very "dense".
Biography
chased from home as a child at the age of 6 due to his appearance and abilities, his family, thinking he was an abomination has been after him, using big names and companies to watch him and try to kill him and as a result, grew up on the run moving from place to place, town to town, country to country, was captured by human scientists at the age of 11 and was "tested" in various brutal ways for 4 years (named himself after what they said at his procedures "Project Orion")before escaping, after escaping he became hunted by a group known to him only as the "Organization", the world's biggest group of assassins, amateur and skilled, had no one growing up and is quick to push people away, he wants friends but doesn't want them dead because of the Organization, falls easily for every girl due to his past and will be more a bit more social around "friends" but is otherwise in a "whatever" attitude.
You wot? How does that work? I would assume that is waaay too many "races" for a mixed breed, even if you are tracing all his genealogy. We all have african in us, technically, yet I am about at melanin-deprived as they come.
Fighting style/powers are way overblown for "being dense" to be his weakness unless he is mentally impaired. How does any six year old, no matter how powerful they are, fend for themselves for five years? You might as well have had him born and raised in captivity.
@ Razael-- I have to agree with StormWolf. This sounds very interesting but a little off the top.
@ ElizabethStark--love the bio very interesting.
@Vestige warrior-- nice blade and I love the morning ritual.
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