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My name is Shadow Blood
My Puppeteer is Shadow2855
I'm currently physical age would be about 1500 years, maybe more. Appears to be around his mid to late 20s,
What do I look like: Male
I am a Bisexual, but I lean to females more.
Blood in me Werewolf
I bow to No one
Rank of power: in a pack, I am at the bottom. But outside of a pack, I am an outsider. A watcher, if you will.
I work for: Pandora
My weapon of choice is a a staff, carved from a tree long since extinct. Its wood is infused with shadows, and I can call on it to form in my hand at any time I wish. It can not break, except by its creator or me. It is pure black, with gems older than time woven into it, one for each element, and a clear stone at the top to channel energy through.
I can also do I am a wizard of the dark arts. A necromancer, to put it technically. I can raise the dead, obviously, but I can also do a little pyro-magic. Like a fireball, made of purple flame, or lighting torches and campfires. But my skill are focused around necromancy. And, when I change from human to wolf-beast, I can still cast my magic. But, sadly, I must use more focus, and my temper grows quicker.
Weakness: Silver. Any silver touches my skin, and I feel pain like non on this world. It burns my skin, and makes me go from calm to a monster in a span of seconds.
Some say my personality is I am mild-mannered, and self-centered. My mind is slow to think when it comes to large choices, and I prefer to stay clear of bonds to others. I feel as though, when someone makes a mistake, it is my fault, and I deserve the punishment. I am not a great leader, because of the fact that I have trouble trusting others, and I believe that they will see the monster, the killer in me, rather than the human being I am.
A little something about me? I was a born and bred worker, and in my lifetime I worked for a life I thought I would never have. I dreamt of going and being noticed as someone great, someone important. Over the years, my dream slowly died. Instead, I knew that I was being used, day in, day out, for nothing but work. I grew angry, and at age 19, I ran from my home. In the days that passed, I looked for places to stay, places to work. One day, when I was of the age of 22, I met a wolf. We saw each other, and that was what I remember before the witch came out of the trees and yelled at me in a language I had never heard. Then, she stopped and slowly smiled, and an un natural light formed in her ancient hands. She then said something in an unholy voice, and threw the light at me, hitting me in my heart. I cant remember how much I slept, or how long, but I woke in the nearest village. I then lived there for a week, until that night came.
It was a full moon that night, and I remember looking at it in wonder. Then I felt myself change, my body painfully growing and shifting. To this day, all I remember seeing was red, red everywhere. Then, the blackness of sleep. I awoke in the morning, in a bed with chains on my wrists and ankles. I soon found out that I was back in the village, now destroyed and covered in blood, the blood of over halve the villagers. They told me, with no remorse, that I was a werewolf, with the gift, or curse, of a necromancer. Who I did not kill, I turned into a undead slave. The villagers then tested what weakened me, what turned me, anything to torture me. Silver was their favorite thing to use, silver chain, and silver cloth. They even made a silver rope, made of fine threads of silver, to mark my body, leaving lifelong scars everywhere. One night, I escaped, and went into the world to hide from all life, to protect others from my fury and monstrosity. I came across a cave, where I slept for the night. I awoke to someone in a hood and cloak of pure darkness, and that is all I remember before my long and deep sleep.