Jameson Steele:
Aliases: The Gambler, Jamie, Jay, Trickshot.
Age/Gender: 42/ Male (appears to be about 29 to 320
Race: Lycanthrope; Wolf
Desc: 6’3”, slim but well built. He is ashamed by his lychanthrope history and hides it as best he can. He has a single fang which usually protrudes from his closed mouth and rest outside his lower lip. He wears a leather hat, and a large, not hooded, trench coat that is brown in colour. He has mid length silver hair and large side burns, also silver. Within his trench coat he conceals his weapon, a beautiful Crossbow he has named Patricia. He has deep blue eyes and a firm body. (Basically sexy when he doesn’t have his shirt on)
Personality: All he wants is for the world to get along, but he is not naive enough to believe it will happen. He instead attempts to help those who cannot help themselves. He is kind, He is generally easy to get along with but will not stand for acts of aggression against the helpless or himself. He is an all around good guy.
History: James's parents were mercenaries by trade, and lived in a homely cottage deep within a vast wood. James was taught at a young age how to survive in the wilderness, and how to hold up in combat. James was a fast learner too, and astounded his parents with the apparent ease in with he grasped advanced woodsman tactics. By the time James was of marrying age, he had grown into a fine bachelor, and often found himself swooning many a lass from the nearby villages.
James's life was not easy though, and he was forced to turn every possible suitor down because of his parents trade. James respected his father, and took every lesson he gave to heart, but their was one thing his father told him that James remembers to this very day. It was his fathers final words, and he uses them as his motto for life.
On his father's deathbed James was given one last piece of precious advice.
"Protect the weak James.. For you are strong.. and for that reason alone... it is... your duty...." With that his father passed and James became the man he is today. A precise and merciless hunter, but a lover and protector of all that needs protecting.
Even with his curse of Lychanthropia James is not daunted, he has, over the years, gained enough control over the beast to guide its will to his. He tries his uptmost to suppress it, but when it does come out, he is able to steer it clear of those he loves.
Skills and Abilities: Because of his wolf blood he has increased scent and hearing. His tracking skills are quite magnificent and he is extremely limber as well. His skill with both the blade and crossbow are superior and his wolf blood allows him to see further and hit targets most mortals would miss. He has uncanny luck, and often carries around a deck of cards. He can be seen either playing his harmonica or shuffling his deck in unique ways when loitering or resting.
Weaknesses: Silver, pure grade, none of that plating bullshit.
Caring heart, he could be easily lured in with the illusion of someone in distress.
(tell me if I missed anything)