__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname::Justin, Han
age:: 16
experience:: Lots
other characters here:: Nefas Leonardo Altima


__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Vincent Anthony Law
nickname(s):: Anthony, Vince
birthdate:: April 11th, 1991
age:: 24
ethnicity:: Caucasian
orientation:: Heterosexual

species:: Werewolf
belongs to:: Courroucé Pack,
title:: Body Gaurd


&&__physical description
height:: 5'6"
weight:: 149 lbs
eye color:: Blue
hair color:: Brown
body type:: Thin
distinguishing marks::N/A
dress style:: You will usually find him wearing a white button up and a pair of dark bleach-striped jeans. On a hunting day he will wear the same jeans with a jacket. Gray with a pair of gray gloves with the fingers cut off.
portrayal:: Anthony Green
picture::


&&__personality test
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>likes::

Emo/Indie/Punk Girls
Alcohol
Post-Hardcore Music
Acting crazy
Kicking the living shit out of vampires
Terrorizing humans
Making music (I.E Singing, guitar.)
Eating

dislikes::

Quiet
Forest animals
cleaning
Arrogant Vampires
Arrogant Werewolves
Arrogant People
Confined spaces
Water
Cats
Planes
Flying

bad habits/quirks::

Breaking/Blowing up/throwing things
Cussing
Stuffing his face
Scaring innocent people
Doing crazy possibly dangerous things

favorite bloodtype:: Human or Bovine, A in humans.
general description:: You piss him off he'll hurt you or at least scream and holler at you. When he's in a good mood he'll usually be flirting with a pretty face or eating. He's not one to be quiet if it gets to quiet he starts breaking things and cussing. If you bore him he'll probably start cussing. But he is fun to be around if you like to party or at least get a little crazy.</span>


&&__battle royale
artillary::(2) M1911A1, .45 pistols. (1) Moded MP5S

swordsmanship:: (1) Telescopic, composite metal riot baton, which he uses to basically beat the crap out of anyone in his way.
martial arts:: None, he uses mainly the skills he picked up on the streets.
combat:: Though it is very unlikely his odd mix of fighting and flipping makes him a very difficult opponent to knock down non the less kill.


&&__family history
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>father’s name:: LAW, Henry Joel
mother’s name:: LAW, Janelle Kathrine
sibling’s name:: None
general history::

-Born the pure blood son of Werewolves, not leaders of any packs but simply lone wolves if you excuse the pun.
-His parents raised him as best they could though could not stop him from using his "gift" to create mischief and chaos in school.
-At age 17 he was taken out of school and then out of his home. His parents could no longer deal with him.
-He fought on the streets in an underground fighting league that took him from Chicago to LA, New York and eventually through force of nature to a Wolf Pack.
-Their ties led back to Europe so thats where he was sent.
-He picked up a lot of moves and styles through his fighting and became a high class member of the Pack.
-Went head to head with the leader to see if he had the guts and the strength to take the position.
-He came close to death in the fight but the leader took pity and let him live, making him his bodyguard.
-Managed to gain respect in French Underground Fighting and got connections with an arms dealer who now supplies the pakc with the best of equipment.
-Cut down three other pack members in an attempt to keep the food stores of the pack at sufficient levels.
-Leveled multiple clubs and underground areas in order to establish territory in France,
-Known throughout the ranks of Lycan and Vampire alike as the Crazy Yank.
-Currently follows the leader around like a loyal dog simply for the fact or a good spar every now and again.

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&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: Ronnie watched as the helpless humans fell to the floor, the entire hallway covered in high velocity spatter. He cleared the chamber to his MP5, the hollow point shells littering the floor. He had been going floor by floor, silencing the feeble mouth one by one. He came to a door, the lights beyond shinning under the door. He pulled the trigger only to find a soft clicking. "Oops, must have used all the bullets." He threw the gun aside and cracked his neck, then his knuckles. Almost gracefully he kicked the door to pieces.

The people inside screamed, the site of his bloody grin alone scaring the living crap out of them. He cackled at their expressions as he walked in. Up until now no one had lived long enough to even say anything. He scratched his head as an idea slowly popped into his head. He slipped the riot baton out of his sleeve, extending it and tapping it against the table. "Alright, your the last people alive in this building. But I want something fun before I leave. I'll let one of you try and knock me out and if you can you can go free if not I'm going to kill you all. Does that sound like fun?" He laughed.

He threw the stick to one of the larger guys, a lone security guard that had tried to defend the others. Then almost like a gentleman he bowed and pointed to the back of his head. The guard pulled the stick high above his head and smashed it across Ronnie's neck. The loud thud stunned the other people. A slight smile coming over the man's face at the site of the psychopath's body dropping to the floor. Just as he started to help the others up Ronnie's voice rang up form the floor. "JUST KIDDING!!!" He lept up, his pistols in his hands, in one smooth and deadly move sent a shell through each and every forehead.

"Theres a little food for the next couple days, I'm sure the boss will like it." He then walked out, patting his palms as if nothing had happened.

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