Username: Marius Devoncroix
Character Name: Wes Devoncroix
Pack Affiliation, Rank, and Job: Myrmidon/Alpha
Marital Status: Mated to Prufalas
Age: 24
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 197 lbs
Personality: Most know him as the swift silent type, he will rarely say anything to an outsider at all and only speaks to those lower in the packs ranks if it is worth his time to speak. To those he looks up to, he constantly will question and drill their minds, always looking for any sign of weakness. He is considered a prime example of a top predator
Physical Description: Standing tall Wes has a mildly muscular form. He is robed in black clothing bearing intricatly woven insignias of not only his pack, but a symbol of individuals he hold dear to him. His face is thin, always with an unforgiving look unless otherwise earned. His eyes and hair are a deep crimson red earning him his nickname "The Crimson Wolf". In battle he wears atop his clothing a dark grey cloak. Woven into the threads of this cloak are small thin layers of steel spaced apart giving the cloth a rugged texture.
Wolf Form: If you are priviledged to look upon his lupine form, you will see a massive grey wolf with a white underbelly, his fur always well kept as he makes his first and usually last impression memorable. His fangs glisten brightly in even the dimmest light, each razor sharp and well used. His claws are brown and slightly dull from overuse in the war with mankind. His howl is unmistakably deep. His eyes still burning a dark crimson. His hearing is un-escapable
Skills: Knowing nothing but his eventual duty to fight the packs battles, he has been trained and mastered in the arts of the sword. He knows little else and does little more than further his skill.
Personal History: Wes was birthed to devoncroix to be selected as a performer for glorious ceremonies. At least, that was what had been intended for the young pup. Once he was allowed to begin his lessons in music and to interact with much larger groups his own age was when the trouble started. It began innocently enough, pups at play most would call it, but it soon grew out of control. Wes, let his instincts run wild, he forced the other pups to submit to him and violently attacked those that would refuse. He was quickly isolated by the guardians realizing the possible threat to the other pups. Wes waited there under the close eyes of the powerful guardians as he grew. When his behavior showed no signs of reversal, it was decided that a change in the boys future was needed. Gone were the days of music and play for Wes. Classrooms were replaced with intense training, toys with weapons, and the boy was born anew as a warrior. Years passed and he grew stronger and more skilled.
The day finally came for his baptism by flame in the front of the ongoing hunt for mankind. His bloodlust became legendary, none of any age were shown mercy without the slightest hesitation by Wes. Stories of the wolf with the crimson eyes began spreading through the remaining strongholds of man, frightnening both child and adult alike. His exploits spread back to the royal line at Aviano. Wes was withdrawn from the front and given the title of Myrmidon. Now he spends his time honing his skills, eagerly and restlessly awaiting his turn to return to the bloodshed.
Weapons: Wes carries a single Falcion blade, its legth running four feet. The curved blade is kept razor sharp and well maintained by its wielder.
Other: Wes will not fight an armed human or Lycan in his Lupine form, he insted uses it as a weapon of terror to execute those who disarm themselves.
Birthday and Affinity: May 28, Wind Affinity
Powers: Wes cannot control his element at all presently, he had never been instructed in its purpose. Though in times of great rage, the winds will match his temper. To enhance his terror enducing way of fighting, Wes dug deep into ancient magics and writings. The results of his study were bonding of blade and beast, as his blade drinks deep with the blood of his victims, it fuels his strength in his lupine form, often visibly dripping in the blood that had been shed by his oponents.