A 21-year-old sabretooth lycan, who is very laid back and quiet. He is neutral, not preferring to take sides in any battle unless it involves him.
He is laid-back, quiet, and stays out of things he should stay out of. He doesn't prefer conflict, but if it is necessary he will fight to protect the things he cares about, which isn't many. And if it means fight to the death, he will do so. He is very quiet when he is fighting, giving him the advantage of surprise and stealth.
He doesn't have many weapons, for he is a sabretooth at will. He has a sword in a sheath hanging along the back of his black coat that he usually wears, but that is only used for emergencies.
At birth, he had a small family. It consisted of his father, a lion lycan, who continues to live today, and his mother, a stallion lycan, who perished when he was 10.
They discovered his sabretooth-shifting abilities when he was only 6. His family wasn't too wealthy, ranging around the high-middle class family. They resided in a small town on the outskirts of a bustling city named Levroyton. The small town was unnamed, mostly thought of as a cut-off to the huge city.
Once his mother died, he went into heavy training. He began sword fighting at age 12, his father assisting him and supporting him heavily. And with his father a lycan as well, he had much help when practicing the shape-shifting.
Once he turned 19, he bid farewell to his father. He needed to find an occupation, and maybe help the world a little. He wanted to travel, so with a packed messenger bag and a sword his father spent four days crafting, he left to go help with the war between kinds.