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I am known as Grey I have 19 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously Male . I am very much attracted to females that is why my sexual preference is heterosexual.

I'm a Lycan, and I stand around 5 Feet 11 Inches and weigh around 180 pounds.

Expect me to be cold, distant, and quiet. I rarely ever smile, and when I do, the reason behind it normally isn't friendly. I'm naturally hostile to other males, but I can control my urges to fight. Mostly. When it comes to women, however...I am completely different. I am quite the gentleman. Behind my cold exterior, lays a warm beating heart of poetry and romance. I am Italian, after all. *seductive wink.*

And this is my story...I was born into "royalty" I guess you could call it. I am considered the the "Prince of the Hunt" by many of my Lycan brethren. I do not care for titles. They are meaningless. We are all dogs when it comes to war. Our worth is shown on the battlefield. Raikou Reinhalt, the king of the Lycans, and also my father, was a great man. A powerful man. He was wise, and always put our brothers' and sisters' welfare before anything else. He trained me not only in the way of the sword, but also taught me about life. The hardships, the hate, and the evil it held. He told me never to trust a human. I failed him...

But, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. I was born in the beautiful country of Italy, through the union of the great battlemaster Raikou The Strong, and a healer named Siffa T'soni. She was a Lycan, but one of a very few who did not care for violence, only the welfare of her brothers and sisters. She was a master herbalist and alchemist. She created and maintained all of the necessary salves and healing reagents herself, and tended to the wounded constantly. My father Raiku fell in love with her, not only for her beauty, but she taught him there was more to life then violence and conquering territory. There was love in it, too. She fell in love with him because she could see that he had a truly caring heart, and the will to influence others. The current king, Gordo Say'ri, had none of that. He ruled with an iron claw, and was a harsh and uncaring tyrant. He and my father butted heads constantly.

One day, after watching my mother tend to her flowers and herbs, Gordo decided he would take her as his mate. That is the day he signed his own death certificate. When he announced this, my father was enraged beyond comprehension. He challenged Gordo to a Trak'nik a battle to the death. The winner would take Liara, and the crown. Gordo foolishly accepted. He was viciously torn apart, limb from limb, fur flew like a cat fight gone horribly wrong. He didn't stand a chance. My father ended the battle by tearing Gordo's throat out. When it was over, my father ripped Gordo's head off, and held it high. Our brothers and sisters roared in acceptance and triumph; the tyrant king was dead. My father was crowned, and with my mother by his side, ruled with a fair (yet tough) benevolent hand.

Let me share a few things about Lycanthrope history and culture. We are obviously territorial by nature, and we live for the hunt. The first of us, our ancestors, were human. A cult, if you will, praying to their god. They were blessed with the power of the form of the hunt through our God Hircine. Some see it as a curse, however. From then on, we became as we are now. Not many of my brothers and sisters even remember their history, and deny being compared to or related to a human. The term "werewolf" refers to that of those "infected" through being attacked by a purebred Lycan and live to tell the tale. They are half breed abominations that can only transform under a full moon, and it is a painful experience. Calling a Lycan a Werewolf is the highest form of insult. Another thing to note: Silver is the bane of our existence. It can fatally harm Lycans, and is our only weakness. It is also the only way to "cure" a human who has been turned, if they can survive the anitial wound from the silver bullet, dagger, etc. Lycan birth is a mirror image to that of humans. They normally only have one offspring at a time, twins being a rarity. Um....am I boring you...? Hello? Are you seriously snoring? *sigh*. Anyway, let me get back to the matter at hand.

I was born ten years later, after my father defeated the tyrant king Gordo. My birth was difficult, and I had lost a would be sister and a twin in the process. When I was born, and perfectly healthy, my father was beside himself with joy. The only thing that was off was...my blood red eyes, and silver hair. He was worried I was an albino, that I would be blind and considered useless. This was not the case. When I grew, I matured normally, and could see perfectly fine. My father was filled with pride. From the age of four, I was trained. My skills were honed, and I loved my life.

When I had turned fifteen years of age, I was then taken in by my mother to learn the ways of our history and culture. She always was the smart one. She had also trained me in the art of alchemy and herbology, but I could only bother to learn the basic necessities for survival and proper treatment for wounds. "I was impatient, like my father." She had always told me. I still took to the learning like fish to water. Two years past.

This next part...is hard for me to share. It was the result of my own stupidity, and I paid dearly for it. My father always told me to be wary of humans, and never to trust one. Unfortunately, I had taken it upon myself to visit human settlements when I was out on my daily hunts. They were actually quite friendly, most of them anyway. I watched, and observed them. Eventually I even started to talk to them, learn more about them. I found myself in a pub, a bar if you will. Tavern. Whatever. I was mingling with these fishermen who had some quite interesting tales from their seafaring adventures. I shared my own stories, made up of course, and they laughed. We all did. I was utterly surprised. Why was my father so afraid of them?

Then.....I saw her. A beautiful red haired maiden tending to the floors of the tavern. Her beauty was so radiant that my mind whirled from the light she gave off. Her scent was magnificent, like the purest of roses. She caught me staring, and smiled. I instantly froze as she calmed made her way toward me. "Hello there, starey. See something you like?" She said to me. Oh merciful Hircine her voice was angelic! "I-I-I...uhh...um..." I couldn't focus, my mind was a muddled mess. "Hehe, you know, you are quite handsome. I have never seen a man with beautiful long silver hair before....it's quite alluring." She giggled. I blushed. I hadn't the slightest clue what was going on. My masterful memory of poetry and romance I had learned from books vanished and gave way to utter stupidity. "Um....you are so beautiful..." I breathed, my eyes never leaving hers. She giggled again, and took me to a room. "This must be your first time, the way your are blushing. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." She had said, whispering in my ear. That puzzled me. First time for what? I found out, real quick. I knew what making love was, from books and such, but..you must understand all though process was shut down and...it was just..you have to actually experience it to fully understand. The emotion, the lust, the action, the intimacy. It was amazing.

But it was all a farce. Granted, I didn't know this at the time, but I will fast forward for the sake of those with short attention spans. Her name was Rosalia, and she was an enchantress, and a powerful mage. Go figure. Just my luck, right? She was hired to find Lycan settlements....and destroy them. I foolishly trusted her, against my better judgements. I was lured in by her damned beauty.

I was at my home at the time of the attack. It was her, and a small army of human soldiers. I couldn't believe it. Obviously she must of not realized she was attacking the main fortress to the entire Lycan race. A great, tactical error. Her forces were ripped apart, and we had only few casualties on our part. Rosalia herself joined the fight, after her forces laid dead. She went straight for me, of all people. It didn't make sense to me, I couldn't understand betrayal. I just wondered....why? I had no choice but to kill her, you see. I was beside myself with rage. I could not show weakness, nor reveal that I was the cause for the attack. After dodging a few fireballs, I surprised her with my blinding speed. I lunged into the air, transformed in the blink of an eye, and landed upon her. Her eyes were wide, terrified. The worst part I saw....was disgust. That infuriated me beyond anything. Those damn judgmental eyes..I tore her chest open, and ripped out her heart. Just like she had done to me. I held it in the air, for all of my brothers and sisters to see. I too, could do the dirty deed. They howled in triumph for a battle won, but I inside lost something more.

My father congratulated me, and said he was proud. After the wounded were tended to, and the mess cleaned up, I did my part and more to help. After I could talk to my father alone, I told him why that women had came. I told him everything. I was expecting, hoping! For him to unleash an anger unlike any other upon me. Instead, he hugged me, and whispered in my ear: "Now you know the price of failure, and what humans are really capable of. I am not angry, just disappointed. You will have to live with this failure, those that died are on your conscience, and yours alone. Let this be burnt into you as a reminder, my son."

I couldn't hold back the shame. On my eighteen birthday, I told my father that I had needed some time away, asked him to grant me leave of the only home I knew. I needed a pilgrimage of sorts, to better myself. He agreed, and had told me to be careful. Before I left, he granted me with the family lycan armor, and his own legendary katana. He wished me well, I kissed my mother good bye, and I left. After a year of traveling, which held it's own reward of many fights, friendships earned through respect, and even a small war which I helped win, I happened upon the knowledge of this academy. It intrigued me, so I joined. What wonders will befall me now? I guess I can only wait and see...



I'm gifted with the abilities of:
✓Lycanthropy: The ability all Lycans have, and that is to take the form of the hunter; the wolf. The prowler of darkness, and every prey's worst nightmare. This ability has many variations in various history texts. Most think that one can only transform under the moonlight, and that it is a violent and painful experience. This is only true for the turned, or "Werewolves" as they are often called. The ones bitten or attacked by a pureblood Lycan and live to tell the tale. Us lycans, on the other hand, are pure breeds. We are the wolf incarnate, a true mastery of the hunt. We can change whenever we want, and it is a truly liberating experience every time. It is like shrugging off all aches and pains, making you feel vibrant and young. In our wolf forms, we attain superhuman speed, power, sight, hearing, and sense of smell.

✓Master Swordsman: Trained by my father from birth, I am unmatched in the ability to use a blade. I've underwent the harshest of lessons any human would of broken under. But I stayed strong. My reflexes were heightened, and so was my sight. I was made to note every little detail in my surroundings. Being a Lycan, my base speed is already higher then any normal being, and this only increases the efficiency of my art. It is like a dance of macabre, a horrific crimson waltz. My skill is an art, and I am Picasso.


Likes:
✓Poetry
✓Practicing my swordsmanship
✓Hunting
✓Reading
✓Mediating


Dislikes:
✗Normally, humans in general
✗Being called a Werewolf (Huge insult)
✗Annoying people
✗Anything silver. Obviously a Lycan's biggest weakness.
✗CLOWNS. Their very existence is the bane of my sanity. GOD they freak me out.


Other facts you should know about me are My Lycan Form. My under armor (depicted in the linked picture) is specially made to stretch to fit my enlarged wolf form. It is quite durable, and the covered areas are protected from most piercing damage. (Arrows, bullets, swords). My fur is also more of a grayish silver. My father's katana Masamune. It is a fabled sword capable of dispelling evil, also dubbed the "Demon Slayer" blade. It has survived thousands of years and has the blood stains to proof it. Nothing can break or destroy this ancient blade. It has a decent length of 5 feet and a total reach of 7 feet (including two feet of the user's normally outstretched, swinging arm.)

My favorite song is: Monster by Skillet

The one beyond the fourth wall is Dante Uzumaki

RPC Name: Dante Akuma
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender Male
Class: Dark Jedi
Height and Weight: 6'0" 250 lbs (most is pure muscle, the rest of the weight is becuase of his cybernetic parts and reinforced bones)
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Spiked
Likes: Alcohol, women, the peace and quiet, training, destorying things in his way, and likes to read and work on technology.
Dislikes: Alot of things.
Personality: Dante is a serious, no nonsense type of person. He was trained that way.although his does have his moments where he shows a lighter side. He does have a sense of humor, but it is normally dark, twisted, and flirtatious. He is sarcastic and only has respect for the people that earn it in his eyes. He does tend to be a helluva lot more kinder and more respectful to women, and really prefers if he doesn't have to kill one. He can be 'normal' if in a good mood. So it's smart not to piss him off.
Scars and Tattoos: Dante has a very light X shaped scar on his right cheek. A dragon tattoo on his right arm: Black Chinese Dragon Tattoo
Weapons and Equipment:

Two DT-57 "Annihilator" Blaster Pistols, fully customized with the best available parts for maximum mayhem and efficiency.


Dante uses a fully customized DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle with the best available parts, allowing an enhanced clip, able to hold up to 60 rounds, and a superior barrel and sight allowing more powerful shots and better accuracy with little if at all recoil. He also uses the best scope credits can buy (illegally or not) for sniping when needed.


Dante owns three specially made Lightsabers, that he created especially for himself before he left his adopted home planet. The two regular blades are gold, and the other one was made in the old style of Lightsabers when they actually resembled traditional swords, but the blade itself has been supersized in length and width, making one powerful and big weapon with a black colored blade. All three were made to operate underwater due to two crystals employed in a bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse. Dante also customized the two normal sabers with duel-phase. While most lightsabers featured a built-in length adjust, dual-phase lightsabers allowed for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. The dual-phase lightsaber was originally conceived early in history, being used for the purpose of lightsaber dueling. The most common usage at the time would be to switch between a standard length and one of increased length as a surprise tactic during lightsaber duels. In more contemporary times, however, it is more common to have the secondary length be shorter for precision cutting. He has also upgraded his sabers with the most powerful crystals that he had to hunt across the universe for. Finally, Dante equipped his two regular gold sabers with combination abilities, allowing them to combine and come apart at the hilt via a locking mechanism at each pommel, creating a double bladed lightsaber.

Dante wears a specially made set of armored Jedi robes made with the strongest and most durable metals available that he hand made. The robes themselves consist of a dark gray/black hooded torso, with an appearance of normal black robes, but slightly tattered. The pants are loose fitting garb that are also a dark gray/black that end in a wrapped like appearance at the bottom of his legs, covered by armor plated boots. The whole uniform is laced with armor that covers his whole body. This armor is thick enough that it can protect Dante from shots fired from laser weapons.

Dante carries around a special device that it hooked up to his left arm. It allows him to hack terminals, droids, and even ships and control them through this device. It is connected to his cybernetic parts so it requires no outside source of power. It is also a highly advanced computer that allows him to work on his ship, droids, etc without outside resources. This device also enhances his sight for when sniping is needed or recon. Also has a built in communication device.


RPC Powers/Abilities:
- Dante can used an enhanced version of the Force Push and Pull (Fully Mastered), which is amplified farther by his bionic parts.
- He can use Sith Lightning to an impressive degree (Fully Mastered) and
- He can use Sith Choke (Partly Mastered).
- He has increased and enhanced strength and speed thanks to his training and bionic parts. His bodily defenses are enhanced thanks to his reinforced bones.
- He can also use the Force Lift (Fully Mastered) to jump really far and to great heights. He can even use the Force to slow his decent from falls and even leviate for a short while. He can also (with great effort) pull close ships and starfighters out of the sky to make them crash.
- He also can use Force Shield (Partly Mastered)
- and Force Cloak (Partly Mastered), which makes him invisable to all, although other Jedi/Sith can find him with Force Sense, only if they match Dante's mastery of the Force.
- Force Sense (Fully Mastered)
- Force Orb: Dante creates a large orb of condensed Force and water molucules that he gathers from the area around him and fires it at the opponent. Does twice as much damage underwater, and three times as much damage on the planet Hoth(or other ice/snow covered planets/places), due to all the snow. (Fully Mastered)
- Force Body (Fully Mastered)
- Art of Movement
- Flashburn
- Breath Control
- Detoxify Poison
- Force Comprehension

Starship: Normandy:

Dante's Normandy is outfitted with the best in starship weaponry. Laser cannons, turrets, the works. The ships defenses are outfitted with the best parts and upgrades available, and it is fully upgraded to it's highest potential. It has a Captain's Cabin located on Deck 1, where Dante normally sleeps, The CIC (Combat Information Center) located on Deck 2 which holds the Armory, Tech Labs, Debriefing Room, and the Cockpit. Deck 3: Crew's Quarters hold of course where the crew sleeps, the Mess Hall where everyone eats, the Medical Bay, AI Core, Main Battery, the Observation Deck, and Life Support. Finally, Deck 4: Engineering has the Cargo Hold which holds all of the rations needed and any thing needing transporting, and Flight Deck where 3 Z-95 Headhunters are docked and ready to be used when needed. This is also where the escape pods are located if emergency escape is required.

Character's History: Dante escaped the life of a slave child while he was quite young, at the age of 10. He stowed away on a giant garbage frigate that left his original planet, but was soon ejected from the ship's cargo and crash landed on an unnamed, seemingly worthless forest planet. His body was found by a group of rebel scientists and soldiers that had built a fortress on this planet to resist any outside influences. They rebuilt his broken body with cybernetic parts and reinforced his bones with adamantine metal. Thanks to their advanced tech, he still looked fully human on the outside, and for the most part, on the inside as well. Only his left arm had to be fully replaced with technology. He was quite lucky. The soldiers adopted Dante and taught him how to fight. They trained him in all styles of marital arts and in every type of weapon possible, including swords. They kept him psychically fit and well fed. The scientists also found Dante to be disturbingly smart. They helped him learn advanced quantum physics and everything to do with machinery, space parts, starships, weapons, etc. Anything to do with technology, Dante could build, fix, and enhance. He had a knack for everything they threw at him. Dante started to slowly learn he was force-sensitive, from the first time he moved something without touching it, to repelling objects that flew at him. He learned about "Jedi", "Lightsabers" and their combat styles from old books found in the schools on his planet. He learned every saber style just from reading about them. Finally, after enough studying, Dante created his own lightsabers that attuned to his tastes. Dante had also drew up ship schematics for him and the mechanics to build especially for him. He called the ship the Normandy. When Dante reached the age of 21, a fleet of droids lead by a Sith Lord came to the planet to use it as a base, since the planet was overlooked by most in the galaxy. Dante helped the soldiers fight off the opposing forces of droids with his own modified weapons that gave him an edge in battle. Soon, the Sith Lord himself had to join the fray, and the soldiers were no match for him. It came down to an all out battle between Dante and the Sith Lord, with Dante coming out the winner after a long and hard battle. He saw his friends killed in front of him, the people he called family. After the Normandy was finished, Dante and his own hand picked people that he trusted the most in their abilities and character left the planet to make a difference in the universe.

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