I'm not quite sure how to put this but, I'm kind of a big deal. People know me. I'm very important. I have many leather bound books and my apartment smells of, rich mahogany. I'm friends with Merlin Olsen too, he comes over, on occasion.
My RPG Character:
Real Name: Ralph Molson
Code Name: "Code names are for people with something to hide, I ain't hiding anything."
Eyes: One blue and one green as human/One Red one Yellow as werewolf
Height: 6'1" as human/ 6'9" as werewolf
Weight: 202 lbs as human/ 269 lbs as werewolf
Team affiliations: Doesn't have any, doesn't want any
Occupation: Self employed killer for hire
Place of Birth: Penn Yan, New York near Kueka Lake.
Base of Operations: New York City
Allies: Believes he does not need them
WHY does your character do what they do: He can't think of anything else to do.
WHO is your character: A guy who just wants to have fun... by whooping some ass, turning into a big ass wolf and eating the hearts of his victims.
WHERE is your character: At any given time probably walking the streets of Manhattan whistling hungry like the wolf by Duran Duran (the whistling is sort of his trademark)
WHAT is your character: A werewolf, and by God does he enjoy it.
WHEN is your character: Present day.
HOW does your character work: As a Mercenary, bounty hunter, assassin, whatever you want to call it, If the price is right he'll happily kill someone for you
He's a werewolf, but because of his unique mind he has the ability to transform every night instead of just the full moon. However, the full moon is when he is at his most powerful and it is the only night where he does not have the option not to transform.
He's in pretty good shape, a master of greco roman style wrestling and a fair marksman. He prefers using his bare hands as opposed to guns though
Formally an emotionally repressed workahaulic who on a camping trip was bitten by a werewolf. The next morning he woke up to find his two best friends slaughtered and once he discovered what he was, he believed himself to be responsible. After honing his skills as a werewolf he actually started to like the rush of raw emotion that came from being the wolf. This was the side of him that his overbearing parents locked away by sending him to multiple anger management groups and therapy sessions because he wasn't the perfect son they always wanted. Once he kindly thanked the wolf who turned bit him.... by killing him (This wolf was also the true murderer of his friends) He thought to himself, "Now what?" So he moved to New York and decided to become a freelance mercenary. He'll take any job that comes his way so long as he's not taking an innocent life.