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Name: Blackfang of Reon

Age: 2425 years old.

Breed: Werewolf

Appearance: While in wolf form, Blackfang appears to be in horrid shape as if she had be resurrected from the grave. Her body is a patchwork of scars that she had acquired from fighting vampires and werewolves, during one of those battles with a vampire, he managed to drive a dagger straight into her right lung which now causes her to cough up blood on occasion. This also works up the fear factor to her enemies or anyone that notices her, being one to rather avoid confrontation rather that jump right in. The most standing out scars is a jagged lightning bolt down her left eye, a set of three scars over her snout as if from a set of claws, two round bare patches from a vampire bite, and last is a cresent moon scar on the right side of her neck. Around her neck is a black dyed piece of leather that holds a set of fangs she ripped from vampires' mouths, stating that the could and would kick ass if she had to. Her fur is pure obsidian though the tip of the mane is now dyed a bubblegum pink and it is rather short to be a wolf, more like some hybrid between wolf and dog. Her fangs are yellowed with age though her jaws could still deal a deadly bite when provoked, they are still quite quick as well. Currently her canine fangs have been encased with sterling silver, engraved on them is a lightning bolt. Also in a new addition is a silver loop of a lip ring that is carried on in wolf form.

Her human form is still frail and fragile in appearance, though she is not to be easily underestimated after the years of vampire hunting. Rounding up to be five foot three inches in height the girl could pass off as a pre-teen, which in some cases she acts like a mere child while other times she can turn into a sick, sadistic bitch. Her flesh is a naturally bronze hue only marred by scars which she makes no attempt to conceal them they match the same as they do in wolf form, proud to wear them as she is usually found wearing a tank top that reveals her bones as well as toned abdomen. Her shaggy jaw-length raven hair with pink dyed tips is smoothed out when she is in one of her childish moods but ruffled when she strikes her fighting mood, a dramatic change it seems can also be found in her eyes. Her eyes are the most unusual attribute for they never stay the same shade of blue, continuing to sparkle like a azure tinted diamond though when switching to her sadistic self they seem to flicker like feral flames. Her usual attire consist of a pink frayed and torn pink tank top, the right shoulder strap ripped off and replace with a silver chain, the bottom ripped off to reveal her stomach, the top left side of her abdomen there is a tribal howling wolf tattoo that glows a deep violet hue. Around her hips is a black leather belt studded with silver bullets, the buckle is a wolf eye, the iris a electric blue with a white lightning bolt running through it. The belt holds up black leather pants that are just tight enough to reveal every curve of sinewy muscle but not too tight to be uncomfortable. At the bottom of these pants appears to be the crimson tops of western cowboy boots sewn on them, a silver zipper on the outside seam of each leg, left unzipped. Her feet are encased in heavy leather biker boots that rise up to mid calf, littered with a row of four straps held with silver buckles.


Special Abilities: When angered, she is able to transform into a demonic wolf, when this happens on rare occasion a metal helm encases her skull. This allows her a brief moment to become stronger and more brutal, though taping into this is completely random.

Extras: Has an usual knack for lying and the addiction to chocolate.

Personality

Blackfang has two personalities, either she's childish or sadistic. Danger and violence usually triggers her sadistic side, which she is hellbent on fighting and thinks it is a mere game while on occasion she begins to laugh insanely whether she is winning or losing. Also she searches for the strongest possible opponent, for fighting weaker ones is no fun and pointless, wishing for a long and entertaining battle. He childish side is full of innocence which one would be appalled by the fact that she could kill, she is usually a pacifist and is easy to make cry. Also she has a habit of wanting to snuggle and ride on random people's backs who she doesn't know, so be warned. To tame herself she usually consumes chocolate, it seems to work as a sedative to her aggression.

Equipment

Blackfang does not believe in using weapons aside from what she was born with, this may put her at a disadvantage but she deems it interesting to fight with a disadvantage.

History

Blackfang was born from a pair of werewolves created by the Original, her blood runs pure allowing her to shift into five different forms without need for the full moon's light. Her life was full of rigorous training, beaten and starved, set out in the cold wilds to fend for herself. When she was ready she came back to civilization only to come to terms that her parents and baby brother were cursed with madness, she could not find her other younger brother. However, she had no time to think as her own father set upon her, she tore and ripped as he did her until finally with a crack, her father lay dead with his head hanging limp. She then was forced to kill her own mother and baby brother in their own madness, consuming their blood accidentally so the curse of madness set in on her. She still lingers this plane, fighting for nothing but for sheer entertainment, her search for her last remaining brother faded into the recesses of her shrouded mind.

Blackfang's Story