Relations and Friends: What are those? He has a father who is chief at a reservation outside of Tempe, AZ. An uncle who is the village medicine man. Both in their mid-70's. He hasn't had contact with either in years.
Talents/ Special Abilities: Military martial arts, survival training, small and heavy weapons training, qualified medic. Familiar with most street drugs and felonious activity. Great motorcycle mech.
Personal Traits: Will try to kill Russians on sight. Fierciously loyal, independent, thoughtful. Has issues with authority. Hates jokes. Will shift automatically if confined or bound.
Awareness: As to races well, let's just say that his uncle had some gifts. Being Native American, he stuck with medicine man. Shaman was a white word and full of coruption with no respect for the earth. As a teenager he would sometimes se him working with herbs that came from miles away from their village. When young Jerimiah would ask where they came from, his uncle would just smile and say, "Shifters" His onw experience didn't come until the time of greatest stress in his life. at the age of 22 he saw those closest to him killed.
Theme Song/ Quote: Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones
His mechanical horse, "Wendigo". a very customized '68 HD Fatboy. Fuel injected and bored out to a big 125 c.i.d. The bike is fitted with a king/queen seat made of old saddle leather. It is also fitted with a set of brown leather saddlebags carrying on one side a well stocked medic kit. This contains both traditional as well as herbal N.A. remedies, some of which are infused with his uncles magic. The other side carries a spare change of clothes as well as cell phone, a couple of hunting knives and a 1911 Colt with a few extra clips. His apt contains 3 weapons lockers full of various "toys". A lot of which are illeagle for civilian use. He keeps material for a portable sweat lodgs to set up in his livingroom from time to time.
History: Jeremiah grew up on a poor reservation in AZ. He had wits, smarts and a lot bigger than his peers. Having a drive to succeed, he knew one way to do it. As soon as he was able, he enlisted in the army. There he found a home. Putting his brains and braun to good use he received numerous commendations and citations. He achieved the rank of master seargent upon graduating Ranger school. By his third tour in 'Nam he made captain. His company was manning a forward observation base with the help of a local tribal village. He had a good wife from the local people and for him, life was good. In the middle of the third tour this turned into a nightmare. Half the company and most of the men of the village were out on extended patrol when there was an attack by North Vietnamese forces with their Soviet advisers. As commander he was last, his wife next to last. He was restrained and forced to watch as all his men and all the villagers were tortured to death. His wife slowly, right before his eyes. While his enemies took a brake in the night, apparently saving him for something special later, he had his first change. It wasn't pretty. All the attackers were brutally savaged. The Russians worst of all for what they did to his wife. He spent the last of his tour at Walter Reed undergoing rehab and therepy. Discharged with full disability for PTSD and other psychological disorders, he headed out west and began a one man crusade of vengence, using his new black wolf persona to great terror and effect. This escaladed to running a MC gang and small scale organized crime. All this violence and blood left him alone and empty. Finally, ed home and took his fathers advice and took a vision quest. He really did not like what he found. After cleaning his mind and body he took off on his Fatboy to "the Bay' to find a pack and make some ammends for his past evils.He is a werewolf with PTSD. His world is black and white. There isn't room for those who set on a fence. He is constantly on the lookout for the under dog in need of help, animal, child or abused spouse.