Name: Karl 'Zerker' Highland
Faction: Werewolf
Role: Solider
Relationship: Luna's personal Bodyguard
Age: 30
Gender: male
Personality: Split, kind and caring normally, bloodthirsty in combat. Both facades share the same keen tactical mind and ability to plan and think on his feet.
Appearance: As a human he is a tall and slim with dirty brown hair tied in a long braid that falls to the middle of his back. His eyes are a soft brown and his face is kindly and just starting to show small signs of age. He is normally wearing a trench coat and armed with his shield and sword slung over his back and his revolver in an old leather holsters on his hip. Beneath the trench coat he wears the breastplate of a Roman Legionary and has a high crested helmet to match, giving him a strange clash of modern and ancient. As a werewolf however his form is much different. He towers over most other were creatures of his species his body nothing but hard packed muscle and rage. His fur is the same deep brown as his hair in his human form but his belly is white and his eyes change color to a bright blue.
Powers: Near- invulnerability, currently it is unknown if anything can fully harm or impair him but mental attacks have shown some effectiveness. during a full moon he goes nearly fully insane. He has normally been restrained during such times or set loose as some type of Werewolf atom-bomb, unable to be harmed by any mortal weapon or controlled by any mental attach during the time but unable to see friend from foe.
Weapon(s): A huge shield that is attached to his forearm by thick leather straps. The shield is pointed at the tips and held in such a way that it can be used as a punching weapon if need be. His sword is fairly long, styled to look like a Spatha. He also has a large single action revolver that appears to be an older model Smith and Wesson model 3 44.
Background: Karl was born in a hole, like most werewolves' he was born in a den with his parents around, his family, his pack to watch over him during the dark times. It was bad back then, the pack was small and weak, called the highlands due to their tendency to stick to the rooftop ruins of the towering buildings that were once the offices of Grimsburg. Karl came to maturity learning to think quickly on his feet, knowing if the floor would collapse under him or if it was safe to jump from one building from the next, in that way his mind was sharpened, it grew more over the years as he was able to find books of war. The tactics of Napoleon, Alexander the great, and Erwin Rommel became his teachers. The books of Julius Creaser and Scipio Africanus molded his thoughts. As he learned he helped bring his tribe to glory, using their strengths to great effect. With shield and sword and rifle he took the highlands and absorbed other tribes, molding them into one cohesive entity under his invincible hide.
Over the years he grew a reputation for his ferocity in battle, how he would lead his troops form the head, wading into combat like a god of war, shrugging off every single wound they tried to inflict on him. His divine wrath kept other tribes at bay, fearful of his strength and the power his people had shown in combat. He brought many under his power, keeping them in lien and leading them to glory.
He was proud of what he had created, one of the larger tribes, rivaling that of Randolph Darkfang, and although he had plans to conquer the man they were interrupted by the arrival of Luna. He had only heard rumors of the girl, the one who had planned to unite all the warring tribes into one big army against all enemies, to avenge the were-creatures and point their rage towards those who had earned their wrath instead of having it constantly pushed in on themselves. He let her enter the camp alone and stood before clad in armor with his shield and sword, looking like a modern day roman general. Then in a gesture that sent shocks through the crowd he kneeled before the girl, giving her his sword and the loyalty of his tribe, doubling her strength in one fell swoop. People still whisper of his reasons, and suspicions remain high as to why he gave her his army, why the man did not fight her, but they are reasons only known to him and her.
Being her personal bodyguard he has seen her mercy at work, watched as she accepts any and all into her ranks. He remains silent on all matters, looming beside her most times like a silent statue, acting as a general adviser on tactical matters and leading bands into war if need be, but that to him is not his primary function. Working in the dark he deals out death to those who are not deserving of Luan's mercy, those who might dethrone the girl, that is why he considers his primary function. Wail all suspicion remains on him to be the one to take her place he works silently for her benefit, killing those she cannot bring herself to and those who only wish her harm. He refuses to let one drop of were blood fall upon her hands not ever letting her kill a single were-creature for fear of the wars starting all over again if people were to lose faith in her. Karl Highland, the great Berserker, the angel of death, eternally suspect but eternally loyal.
Misc: -Speaks fluent Latin and tends to slip it into his every day speech.
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Name: Charles 'Doc' Reinhold
Faction: Human
Role: Doctor
Relationship: Acts as Amaya's companion, translator, doctor and at times bodyguard.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Doc is a sarcastic dick but that is how he copes with the world. Being a doctor he has seen the worst of the wounds that the supernatural creatures can inflict upon humans and it has given him a jaded outlook on life. He is a kind and caring man once you get past his façade however, it is why he is a doctor, he enjoys helping.
Appearance: A well-built man Doc stands average in most respects. His hair is cropped short and a soft brown and his blue eyes seem all the softer begins his rimless glasses. He is well toned ad normally tends to be in a simple dress shirt and pants, sometimes with a vest over it, sometimes not depends on his mood during the day. Beneath the clothing is a somewhat toned body, not a fighter by any means but no slouch, the doctor has seen a day's work in his life time.
Powers: Biological Apportation, basically limited teleportation for biological matter. The ability is truly frightening in combat due to his medical training, allowing him to teleport vital organs from inside a person at touch. It also has good applications for removal of tumors if he happens to know the location
Weapon(s): Aside form an assortment of surgical equipment he has on hand at all times he carries a FN, Five-Seven semi-automatic handgun, flashlight lower mount and 20 round standard magazine.
Background: Doc was born under the oppressive boot heel of the supernaturals, as most humans were, in his case it was in the salve pens of the Highlands tribe of werewolf's. He watched a warmonger come to power and begin conquests of the surrounding were wolf tribes. He had to help string up the dead as warnings, humans, vampires, other were's, it was sickening to him. Being a weak child he never had the stomach for such work but earned it over the years of handling the dead. He began to look them over, his keen mind taking in the anatomies of humans and other creatures, seeing how they died, wondering how to treat them, how they could have lived if they had some mercy from the latin speaking monster who now ran the highlands.
When he was 15 he took a chance and escaped, hiding himself among the dead on a battlefield when the slave masters were not looking, simply being left there when the war party moved back to the homeland. As he wandered he was eventually picked up by a human patrol and brought to their base where he first met a young Amaya Being unable to speak she became a good companion for him, she never bugged him, never asked stupid questions, never questioned his actions as he took up the medical field… they hit it off great. AS she grew he became her translator of sorts, acting as both a big brother and protector of sorts.
Over the years their bond grew and he has always remained at her side, a confidant and doctor, treating her and other's wounds when they come back from battle. He had heard stories of the latin speaking wolf becoming a bodyguard of she who now leads the werewolf's, a fitting place for him, Doc's old overlord, that sickening warmonger now protecting something. Although he wished to heal he still had dreams of taking that which the wolf protects away from him, and with his power he planned to, let him feel the pain he felt as a slave… but that was for another time, and a ways down the road.
Currently he works as a simple doctor, keeping his special ability secret from most people due to not finding a true use for it in his medical profession, it was a way to kill and although he had killed before, and was sure he would kill again, he did not ever look forward to it. He was content where he was, at his 'little sister's' side.
Misc: -As a doctor he hates killing with a passion, but is more than willing to do it if the situation calls for it.
-he tries to keep his ability secret, normally never using it unless he needs to.