NAME: Lycaon
RACE:Lycan
SEX: MALE
AGE: 26
HEIGHT: 6' 5"
WEIGHT: 170 LBS
EYE COLOR: YELLOW
ALLIAGNMENT: MERCENARY (CURRENTLY UNDER EMPLOYMENT OF HELLSINNG ORGANIZATION.)
WEAPON OF CHOICE: SHORT,COLLAPSABLE HANDLED SCYTHE,HEAD RESEMBLING THE HEAD OF A CROW.
MODIFIED M1O14 ASSAULT SHOTGUN (ATTACHABLE TO BOTTOM OF SCYTHE.)
THROWING KNIVES.
13 INCH SILVER PLATED BOWIE KNIFE.
FERRET. (ONE OCCASION)
POWERS:LYCAN TRANSFORMATION,ABILITY TO TRANSFORM INTO MIST,CAN SPLIT PIECES OF CONCIOUSNESS INTO CROW SHAPED PIECES OF MIST,ABLE TO ABSORB MEMORIES FROM KILLS,LIMITED CONTROL OF FIRE,WATER AND WIND,SUPERHUMAN STRENGH,SPEED,HEALING,REFLEXES.
COMBAT STYLE: Often charging in head first,usualy relying on audacity and speed to keep his opponents off balance. Fighting style contains little defence often focusing on taking the opponenet down in one blow. Scythe is used mainly for offence is kept spinning alternating between slashing attacks and blasts from the shotgun.Has been known to copy fighting moves from video games and often taunts opponenets.Throwing knives used to incapacitate fleeing targets.Bowie knife used if scythe is lost or to close quarters for shotgun.
APPEARANCE : Shaggy,shoulder length black hair with red streaks dyed into it that falls into his eyes with a skull and raven feather charm woven into the side.
High,prominent cheekbones,concave cheeks, a straight nose and a prominent chin lend his face a wolfish cast.
His build is thin and long limbed with long fingers and large feet.
CLOTHING: Black trenchcoat.
Black band t-shirt advertising a concert that took place 4 years before.
dark blue,baggy jeans.
No shoes.
Black top hat set at a jaunty angle on his head.
PERSONALITY: Very resemblant to a snarky 15 year old.Cocky demaenor leaving a sharp toothed grin on his face almost all the time. Lazy often sleeping through the day and only awakening at night. Moderately sociable more often choosing to spend time gaming online though. Generaly slow to anger and quick to anger others,more likely to try to talk his way out of a bad situation than fight. A great fondness for whiskey is also present and has been known to go on hunts while intoxicated.
BIO: Born in Alaska to a small pack of Lycans mother was bitten half Inuit woman,Father was pure bred lycan and pack leader.He embraced his role as a Lycan with great zeal often hunting for days on end with only whatever he found in the woods.He continuously trained for years until June 21 1991. A member of the pact had leaked their location to the Illuminati order,they sent an invatation to subject themselves to the second branch or be annialated.They refused the Illuminati then sent 200 men against the 20 lycan pack before they could flee.A bloody battle insued that wiped out both sides.His mother was instructed to flee with him but was killed by a stray bullet before they cleared the site.Horrified by this he fled and roamed for 6 months half insane from fear and greif.Killing anything that stood before him,until one day he met a woman he could not kill She was tall and ghostly pale with hair and eyes black as coal and an overcoat made of raven's feathers.This woman reffered to herself as the Morrigan.He pleged himself to her service for 20 years in exchange for power. He spent 10 years under her tutalage learning of black magic and combat skills.In 2001 she presented him with the scythe as a 'graduation present' and said she had an agenda to accomplish alone,so she wove the charm into his hair as a reminder of the 10 years of service he still owed and dissapeared.Leaving him to make his own way in the world.Soon afterwards he started a mercenary company and hired himself out for a year before being employed by the Hellsing org.
Subject: Lycaon 
