Name: Daiken Kazeshini (Sharp DeathWind - Japanese カゼシニ ダイケン)
Age: 149 (Birth: March 17, 1864)
Gender: Male
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Rank: Warrior
Summary: A pure blood werewolf 10.5 feet tall with various fights and journals marked in his muscles. Shiny and long black fur with deadly sharp fangs and claws that never doubt to end a life. A tribal tattoo from his right arm down to his chest, ending in his waist, a long claw scar cross his left eye, another five claws scar marks his chest, and several others dispersed telling a warning has been made. Always with a silver chain in his neck, not matter his shape. Despises humans and tolerate company, but past was the one that created such a lone beast.
Very patient with his time but not with others, he prefers to go and don't discuss. Confident on his abilities and endurance, never looses time to train and fight. Hard to trust in others and never puts his fate on promises that always ended in lies. Strong will and always giving all he have in battles, often putting himself on the line to death. Quiet and observative but often too honest and cynical. He always says what his heart feels at the time, not caring who the company is. Respectful to who he feels deserves it and very protective to those he could care. Very sadistic and merciless to his enemies and any other that threats his believes. Vengeful but mature his one to be careful with.
His past is a mystery, no one has know him the necessary to hear it. You could only know that it was not a pleased one just by looking at his glare. His lastname is never revealed because it only reminds him of a cursed bloodline he doesn't want to deal with.
Joining Keys: Membership Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: A stumbling figure moved with effort across the night, blood staining his path as he walked slowly to somewhere safe to rest. His hand trying to stop the bleeding at the end of his ribs. He had been too distracted watching around the city and didn't noticed the knife until it was trespassing his flesh and puncturing his right lung. He killed the thief indeed but he was still angry to himself for such a simple attack.
Daiken looked at the half moon through the tree branches over his head. "At least it's a fresh night." His voice was low and tired. A few more steps he found a nice spot covered with green grass and some trees at his sides. Laying down with his back against a trunk, he let his eyes close and suppressed the want to shift into his true form. He didn't like to suffer with his actual wound during the transformation. 'Patience' he thought at last before falling in a very needed sleep.
Age: 149 (Birth: March 17, 1864)
Gender: Male
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Rank: Warrior
Summary: A pure blood werewolf 10.5 feet tall with various fights and journals marked in his muscles. Shiny and long black fur with deadly sharp fangs and claws that never doubt to end a life. A tribal tattoo from his right arm down to his chest, ending in his waist, a long claw scar cross his left eye, another five claws scar marks his chest, and several others dispersed telling a warning has been made. Always with a silver chain in his neck, not matter his shape. Despises humans and tolerate company, but past was the one that created such a lone beast.
Very patient with his time but not with others, he prefers to go and don't discuss. Confident on his abilities and endurance, never looses time to train and fight. Hard to trust in others and never puts his fate on promises that always ended in lies. Strong will and always giving all he have in battles, often putting himself on the line to death. Quiet and observative but often too honest and cynical. He always says what his heart feels at the time, not caring who the company is. Respectful to who he feels deserves it and very protective to those he could care. Very sadistic and merciless to his enemies and any other that threats his believes. Vengeful but mature his one to be careful with.
His past is a mystery, no one has know him the necessary to hear it. You could only know that it was not a pleased one just by looking at his glare. His lastname is never revealed because it only reminds him of a cursed bloodline he doesn't want to deal with.
Joining Keys: Membership Accepted
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: A stumbling figure moved with effort across the night, blood staining his path as he walked slowly to somewhere safe to rest. His hand trying to stop the bleeding at the end of his ribs. He had been too distracted watching around the city and didn't noticed the knife until it was trespassing his flesh and puncturing his right lung. He killed the thief indeed but he was still angry to himself for such a simple attack.
Daiken looked at the half moon through the tree branches over his head. "At least it's a fresh night." His voice was low and tired. A few more steps he found a nice spot covered with green grass and some trees at his sides. Laying down with his back against a trunk, he let his eyes close and suppressed the want to shift into his true form. He didn't like to suffer with his actual wound during the transformation. 'Patience' he thought at last before falling in a very needed sleep.
Last edited by Warrior Daiken on Fri Jul 12, 2013 2:41 am; edited 11 times in total (Reason for editing : photos, errors, adds...)