Description
James's appearance can best be described as rugged. He is maybe twenty-six years old and sports a decent black beard that matches his long and messy black hair. He has dark green eyes and a pleasant smile that seems to his the beast inside him. The man is just short of six feet tall and is relatively thin but fairly toned in muscle as well. He has pale skin, not sickly pale, darker than that, but overall pale. He also has has curiously longer and thicker (not to mention sharper) fingernails than most.
He wears a large leather trench coat and biker gloves. Underneath his impressive coat are a couple layers of jackets and dark shirts and he wears matching dark pants and heavy boots. He could easily be mistaken for a bum, and the small knife on his waste does not help disprove that. Aside from that, there are no remarkable qualities about him.
When the beast inside him springs to life though, he turns into a werewolf. While in this beastly form, he boasts a nine and a half foot height and nearly three hundred pounds of muscle. He has huge paws with thick, treacherous claws attached and can run around on his hind legs. He has the head of a wolf, large fangs included and big green/yellow eyes. His muscular chest is missing fur, creating a unique design that's both impressive and intimidating. Other than that space, the rest of his body is covered in fur.
Personality
James is typically a nice guy to be around. He knows how to joke and smile, just don't get on his bad side, because as a werewolf, he can be quite the menace. He has been known to tear opponents up, limb from bloody limb. He is from England, a place called Wolverhampton, and thus has the accent, which to many is fairly charming. He is sweet to ladies and although he has his beast inside, he maintains that he has never, not even as a wolf, hurt a lady.
A perfect gentleman and sometimes a jester, James a perfectly good man to be around.
Equipment
All he has in human form are his extremely durable nails, able to cut through thin steel, and his sharp wits.
As a werewolf, he had his large teeth, paws, claws, and furious fighting style.
History
James was born and raised in Wolverhampton, England and grew up mostly in the streets. At age twelve, he broke into werewolf form for the first time, accidentally killing his mother and causing his drunk father to ban him from the household. His past isn't too exciting, a few instances of vampire-fighting, even against werewolves, his own kind. Other than that, all he has been doing is trying to find a pack to stay with and find folks that will be kind to him. Over the years, he has become an exceptional pick-pocket, card-player, martial artist, and even a sort of philosopher. At his young age of twenty-six, he has accomplished this much as well as an adequate control over his beastly ability.
So begins...
James helped Robert in and in a few minutes' time, he was on a bed with painkillers in him and all patched up.
James was there beside him in a wooden chair. He was all cleaned up now and was scratching his beard when he noticed that Robert had woken up. He sat up and smiled and said, "Hey there champ. How are ya feeling?"
"The least I could do, thanks for pulling me back into that room and patching me up," he said with a smile and nod. Oddly enough, the bandages that Robert had put on his weren't even there, just a few holes in his coat.
"About your apartment...there's going to have to be a Spring Cleaning day soon, not too pretty in there."
James laughed and nodded, "Sorry for bringing that to your home. I'm thinking the first two were scouts in the alley there. Good shooting by the way, I saw the ones on the ground with bullets in them."
"I see...sorry to hear that," he replied, patting his shoulder, trying not to hurt him. "You strive for vengeance, but how many vampires do you want dead before you are done?"
James flew from building to building, his trench coat flapping wildly behind him. He leapt with great strength and traversed the buildings with intense speed. Finally he decided it was time to hit the streets and intentionally missed the next building and plummeted down to the alley ground. He landed with a heavy whoosh and stood up straight, looking around.
He caught a familiar scent in the air and sniffed around until he found Robert knocked out and slumped against a building. He gave a gruff chuckle, grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him up into a standing position, hoping to wake him up.
"Morning Robert," he replied with a small laugh. Once he was sure he could stand on his own, James let go of his shirt and patted his shoulder. "It's good to see you alive...seems you had a hell of a night."
James had had his an adventure of his own...it wasn't particularly pleasant. It seemed that ever since he got into this city, either unfriendly vampires or human were-hunters were continuously coming after him.
((minus the his, terrible grammar xD))
James watched as he lit the cigarette and puffed; his eyebrows pushed together in dismay. It was a bad habit, especially for humans, but he wasn't one to talk; he always kept a big pipe packed with nicotine in his coat.
He was about to reply to the question when the vampires appeared, but before he could even turn completely, Robert had made them eat those fancy UV bullets. James wasn't the type to fawn over people, but this guy had skill with those firearms - he was definitely a good ally and friend to have.
"Yeah, you're telling me," he replied. "Last night I was a big target - walked into the wrong bar at the wrong time of night and before I knew it, they were after me like flies to shit. The city is nothing but trouble." He finished that last bit with a slow shake of his head.
James took a final look around before being pulled inside. He thought maybe he saw something move, but decided to give it no mind. When they were inside, he let his eyes hungrily flit around, taking in the scene.
He gave a long, low whistle before saying, "This is impressive...you build it yourself?"
"Hmm," he replied, scratching his beard and still looking around. "Well it's quite the find. I wonder who was using it before you were."
James started to walk around, letting his hands graze the walls and to let his guard down a little, something he was not very fond of doing.
Luckily, James had not been asleep. He watched his television and smoked his pipe, deep in thought. It was only then that he heard the cry from just a few bedrooms away.
He let out his final blow of smoke, slipped on his leather trench coat, and walked determined to the hallway and then to Robert's room. He threw open the door and sure enough, he wasn't there. "Damn it...probably not vampires, they would have just killed him."
James hit the wall hard and groaned as he slid to the floor. He grit his teeth together and slowly stood back up before facing the misty thing. "Look you...I don't know what you are...but if you have a smart bone in your body...you'll just leave now..."
He had issued the warning, though he doubted that the being would follow it...they rarely did.
That was it. He stood straight up this time, and slowly turned back around to face it once more. "Alright mate...now you've done something very stupid...you've pissed. me. off...."
James grinned as his eyes flashed yellow and suddenly, in a rapid black blur, he transformed into his werewolf form. The mighty beast was so muscular, so powerful and ferocious. It could make the knees of any trained operative shake. The beast roared a deafening call that seemed to last for hours before suddenly leaping at the misty creature, snatching it up with his claws and ramming him down into the floor, roaring the entire time.
James let out a low growl and looked from Robert to the creature. He finally attacked again, swiping viciously at the thing with his claws and snapping at it with his huge jaws. This thing had to die...he knew he could kill it.
Fagrim marched through the underbrush of the Dark Woods. He leaned on his staff, heaving every now and then from the exertion of the hike. Two companions trailed behind the dwarf. One was a skeletal wolf that wandered to and fro from tree to tree, bones rattling as it prowled, and the other was a tall silent figure clad in body armor. The armored man carried a cudgel at his hip, and he kept a careful watch on the surrounding woods through the tinted lens of a black biker helmet.
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Ack! It feels like we've been trapped in this damn forest for ages, Aegis. Bloody hell... How do we get out of here?
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Bloop-5 whirred slowly along, eyes not glowing as bright as they once did.