Description

Personality

Personality:
He is quiet for obvious reasons.
He tends to be playful when no one is looking.
Always eager to learn new things, alway carries a multi-tool with him. Just in case.
He can be stubborn when he know or believes he is right.
Tends to be on the clumsy side.

Strength:
Able to make things work, sometimes in the most unexpected of ways.
Likes to think outside the 'box'.
He is a pretty good shot with his guns.
Can hear and speak in his lycan form.

Weakness:
Deaf when in his human form.
His shifting wears him out and takes much to return to the silence of his human's ears.
Allergic to silver.
Has an unhealthy obsession with electronics, wanting to take them apart and see how they work.

Equipment

Two daggers and two M1911 pistols with clips full of liquid silver and others carry UV rounds. (if Vampires are involved in the story line)

History

Shannon grew in the heart of the Midwest of the United States, he had a great set of parents who liked to indulge in life's little side tracks. Mainly drugs, any that they could get their hands on. They were rich and lived off old money so they didn't need to worry about jobs. His parents were trying to have another child and planned to name her Charlie. They thought it was the best idea in the world, that sibling never arrived.

Shannon grew up as the all American boy, loved all the past times that the era of his birth had to offer. Football, rodeos and apple pie. He went to school had friends, always had a book to read with him. His real love was fixing things, anything from cars to toasters. He always attempted to improve on the design to enhance performance of anything he could get his hands on. One experiment went wrong and leveled the garage, sending him to the hospital. Shannon found himself thrust into a strange silent world, with no hope that he would gain his hearing again.

He met Bruce Iven, a teacher in the school for the deaf, when he was twelve a few years after his accident. The two found some common ground when Shannon fixed the slight problem in the older man's car engine. Within the countless of hours of talking, Shannon's sign language grew stronger and he started pulling out of the deep depression that had lingered over him.

In the whole war effort, Bruce brought Shannon to his lab and convinced him to help his fellow American's by doing what he did best. Improve on designs.
Weapons to be exact. Most of Shannon's creations never found their way to the battle fields-well not human ones anyway. During one full moon, Bruce was being overly aggressive with Shannon, nearly raping the human. He was able to stop himself from taking Shannon's innocence, to Bruce's horror, he had instead taken Shannon's normal life.

Bruce kept Shannon and his shame out of the main stream knowledge of his pack. They kept to small towns and out-of-the-way pit stops, always on the move so the Pack Leaders couldn't leash Bruce back into the 'family' and finding the weak link he had brought into being.

In the twenty eight year of Shannon's life, Bruce was nearly killed by a rival pack. Shannon escaped with a few scratches, he had stayed and protected Bruce. Once the others were gone, the pair hobbled to their place. Bruce wasn't healing properly, something on the claws of the others was keeping the wounds from healing. Shannon loaded Bruce into the car and drove straight to the pack he had never met.