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Name: Francis Grant
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Species: Werewolf
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 230 lbs
Description:
Appearance:
Human
If there was ever a man that fit the stereotypical look for a biker, Francis was him. Tall, muscular, and with a number of tattoos running down his thick arms (including the obligatory ones depicting demons, angels and naked women), Francis is not the sort of person one would want to get into a fist fight with. His hair is a dark black, unkempt, and reaches to his shoulders, and he possesses a equally dark and heavy beard. Francis isn't ugly, but he isn't very handsome either - he's the sort who's attractive mainly to those who like a big, rough looking guy and don't mind a scar or two. He dresses like a biker (which, well, makes sense - he is one) with heavy, dark boots, dark blue jeans, a sleeveless white shirt and a dark leather vest with a multitude of patches sewn onto it and a pair of darkly colored leather finger gloves covering his hands.
Werewolf
The color of his fur matches his hair, a dark midnight color that lets him blend in with the shadows. His eyes take on a pale yellow color, like the color of the moon on certain nights. His fur hides the definition of his muscles that bare skin shows, but his imposing form - easily nine feet tall and a couple hundred pounds of pure muscle - makes up for it. The wicked, talon-like claws and massive, almost-exaggeratedly large canine fangs set in a heavy muzzle don't help make him look any more cuddly than he is. Which isn't much - he makes angry grizzly bears look cuddly by comparison.
Personality: Francis is a gruff kind of man. He's the strong, silent type and doesn't take to others easily. In spite of this though, he is a nice guy - he'll help others most times, even if he won't be the most pleasant guy while helping. If one manages to befriend him, or is family, he's loyal to them to the end. Francis has a strong sense of honor and isn't fond of cheats, liars, and crooks in general and is highly protective of women and children. In short, a good guy - if as rough around the edges as he looks.
Oh, and don't make fun of his name - it's a really, really bad idea.
Abilities: His lycanthropy has left Francis with heightened senses in both forms (though better in his wolfshape), increased his strength without making him
look any stronger by making his muscles simply more dense. He is
exceptionally strong. Francis is able to easily lift his own bike as a human, and were they not cemented into the ground, could probably use a telephone pole as a melee weapon in his were form. His denser muscles have required his bones being heavier and stronger to support them and as such he's hard to injure with blunt weaponry - like fists or pipes and such. He's a fearsome barroom brawler and has gotten up and walked away from crashes that should've hospitalized him. Like any lycanthrope, he heals swiftly as well. Francis has also displayed an iron will - he's had a few encounters with supernatural creatures, namely some vampires, and proved resilient to their mind games, hunting down and staking them all with road signs.
Weapons:
- A KA-BAR combat knife, sheathed in his boot. Family heirloom.
- An M1911 Handgun - another family heirloom. The .45 caliber handgun is kept holstered at his side. He practically grew up with the gun - knows it inside and out. Could probably shoot a man with it while blindfolded.
- A 12 gauge, pump action shotgun - something he keeps around his home, unless he's going hunting (be it for game, or, well, something terrible that has reared it's head and given Francis reason to go out, drag it out of it's hole, and paint the pavement with it's brains).
- His body - Francis has no formal training in any sort of fighting or martial art. He's a damn good streetfighter however, and his natural advantages leave him a formidable foe in hand to hand combat.
Occupation: Works as a bouncer. He is
very good at his job.
Background: Francis had a normal sort of life - to an extent. His family was a bunch of werewolves, and as was he, by birth. He didn't learn of this 'till his teenage years, of course, but once he did he took to it surprisingly well, as he was always a resilient sort. Quickly acclimated to his new existence and loved it. Francis also always had a love for the freedom of the open road and rushed to get his license, and after that, his license to ride a motorcycle, which he preferred over a car unless he needed to ferry around stuff. He also enjoyed hunting with his father - both as a human, using firearms, and as a werewolf, using claw and fang. When he was old enough to legally own his own guns, his father passed down the M1911 and KA-BAR to him - the gun and knife having been his grandfather's when he fought in World War II, and each having killed their fair share of Nazi's. And as Francis's life has gone on, they've added a few more
exotic kills to their tallies. Currently, Francis leads a relatively simple existance, but one he is content with. He isn't rich, but neither is he poor. He keeps himself well-educated, both academically and of the world's events and reads a book every now and then. Likes to hunt, likes to go riding his big, mean motorcycle, and likes his job - and hanging in the bar when he isn't working in it. Francis is a part of the local pack, but doesn't socialize in it much. He is however, friends with the Alpha and some others in it, and functions in the pack much as he does in the bar - the enforcer of civility. Which is to say he makes sure that any supernatural critters - be they vampire, werewolf, or whatever, keep a low profile, don't harm anyone, and such. The consequences of disobedience after being warned are, well, harsh.