Let the mirror show: Human form Wolf formMy name is David Valentine
My Puppeteer is I'm currently 93
What do I look like: Male
I am a Sex
Blood in me Siberian Werewolf
I bow to Re
Rank of power: Slave
I work for: Re di tutti i
My weapon of choice is a A large three handed sword, with a weighted pommel. Giving the blade a perfect balance. The blade is a dark glossy metal, resembling black ice. It's weights roughly five hundred pounds, the full sword is anyway. The sword is also home to the soul of the Blacksmith that forged it. Making the weapon intelligent. If anyone other than it's chosen master were to touch it, they would die. The blade will freeze the heart of whomever should touch it. The requirements to be it's master, are a mystery as it does not share information on itself.
I can also do Cryopathic ( Create and controls ice) Can call blizzards to mask himself and slow enemy movement. Telepathy ( Mild) and keeps this one a tightly held secret.
Weakness: Silver. Holy items wont work on him, because Weres are not demons, or from hell.
Some say my personality is Huge flirt, Hot tempered, Cold disposition. Bows to no one, least of all a would be master. Loyal to those who deserve his trust, which is hard to gain. He trust very few.
A little something about me? I was born A long time ago. In the Northern regions of Siberia. Our pack was small in numbers, but large in size. The biggest were my parents, The Alpha's of our pack. Life was good. Every year for the celebration of the new year, we would go on long hunts. These hunts lasted a full month, from one full moon to the next. We did not live in cities, or among humans as most of our race seemed to do. We lived in the wilderness, always in our wolf form. It wasn't until after the war, that I even knew of a second form.
When I was a year away from man hood. Our lands were encroached upon by these mangy city dwelling pack of wolves. We had tried a peaceful path, but they would have none of it. So I watched all my friends, and family slowly disappear one by one. I was forced to the position of Alpha before I was even a man In my packs eyes. I was the biggest and the strongest. But, not even I was strong enough to face the rival Alpha. So I challenged him for the position of Alpha, Alpha of his pack. The lose would be exiled, the other could remain with both packs to lead. I of course lost, and was left to die in the snow.
After decades of wandering the world, learning everything I could to grow stronger. Then at some point this group of vampires goes and blows the world up. I joined a pack under the leadership of a wolf called " Kiba" or something, and then that same group of vamps goes and blows the world up a second time. Everything went to hell at that point, more than half of everyone died. Our pack was split up, and I even got captured by the enemy. Now I have to figure out a way to escape this slavers collar.
Theme: The March of Cambreadth
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