Laika is quite easy on the eyes, though she looks a little younger than she actually is. She's tall, standing at 6 feet almost on the dot, and has a lithe, athletically muscled frame that weighs around 150 pounds. She is toned but not ripped, and her upper body is particularly well taken care of due to her interests in archery and javelin. Laika's body is relatively unscathed; she has several scars, though very few are from anything of note. Most were gained during work or, in her younger years, play and idiotic decisions. Her most noticeable scar is on her upper right bicep: a simple, thin slice running horizontally with a slight slope towards her torso.

Laika has a fair olive complexion. Her skin tans easily, however, and she is not one to burn for long. She has faint freckling across her nose, cheeks, chin, and shoulders, though as her complexion darkens, they return more prominently when she lightens up during the winter. Her face is diamond shaped and hosts a stern expression: straight, furrowed eyebrows are set above rounded eyes (these are a hazel color with a heavy dose of ambers and greens), a slightly rounded nose is centered between defined cheekbones. Her lips are neither full nor thin, and her mouth is of an average width.

Her Irish and Scottish lineage are most prominent in her hair color (who knows how she got tan skin with those genes). Her hair hangs to the ends of her shoulderblades -- roughly the middle of her back -- and is somewhat wavy though borderline straight. It is auburn in color with golden and strawberry blond streaks when it catches the sunlight; her eyebrows are a deeper red, and her eyelashes are a few shades darker than even those. Laika's hair is often worn down, though, on occasion, she will pull it back into a simple braid or ponytail. About half of the time, her hair is covered by a baseball cap.

Her voice is not quite low, but it is certainly not high, and has a Scottish accent to it. Her tone carries a regal sternness about it, although she carries no royal blood. Laika walks with the languid prowl of a hunting feline, and her attention is just as sharp. She has always had a countenance that demands respect. Though, when alone or in a place she feels comfortable, she usually has a blanket around her.

Lycan Appearance

She stands at eight feet tall -- when standing up straight. In this form, Laika is usually hunched, and she prefers to use all four limbs in a sort of crawl when she can. Running on two legs is still a perfectly viable option, though. Her frame takes on slightly more defined muscle but maintains its leanness. Her hands and feet elongate, her head warps into that of a wolf's, and her sacral vertebrae extend into a tail that reaches her hocks.

Besides the intimidating stature of her second form, the first feature one will notice are her large, burning yellow eyes. They maintain very few green flecks that her human appearance displays. Her coat is reddish-brown, slightly less vibrant than her human hair color. It is fairly short across her body, though it does lengthen along her dorsal ridge. There is very fine fur on her hands and feet that gradually moves into the normal length on her arms and legs.

Her canines are slightly exaggerated in this state, as are her claws. The former slightly protrude from her mouth, while the latter are about three inches long or so. Both are used to their fullest extent during hunts as well as fights. Especially in this form, Laika plays rough -- she plays to win. Screw human morals.

Personality

Ever since she was a young girl, she has had a gifted mind. Logic puzzles and strategy games interested her more than others her age, and when she got bored of those, she made her own real-life scenarios: human chess, hunting games, and thinking up riddles were things she would often subject those around her to. She was, and still is, a very intelligent and aware person. Of course, her social skills and the readings of cues developed more after her phase of demanding people play with her, but they are there now, and have remained strong.

Competition has always been a driving factor for her. Not to be the best, per se, but to at least give the best a run for their money. The thrill of the game, the risks, the glory -- she lives for it. She will not always accept a challenge. If she knows there is no chance of avoiding utter demolition, she will decline. Likewise, if the other person faces a complete butt-whupping, she will decline. If it is deemed a waste of time, she will decline. Is it a baking competition? She will decline.

Laika is more into the adventurous sides of things. If something promises to push her to her limits, she'll give it a go. She wants to grow, to learn, to flourish. To progress in... well, life in general. She is not so adventurous as to put herself or those around her in blatant danger, however, and she is quite good about making rational, thought-out decisions.

She's a calm and collected young woman. Her words are reasonable and have been mulled over in her mind before being spoken out loud. Laika knows how to stick her words where they'll hurt, but she also knows how to hold them back. However she uses her words and actions, they always have a sort of fluidity to them. Always smooth, flowing.

She is a more antisocial person, preferring to be alone -- whether or not she is "with" a crowd, she is always separated somehow. Laika is quieter, more stoic or sober in appearance, just reserved in general. Her firm grasp on her words, her strengths, and her stature all give her a more intimidating cast. She is not one to mess with. Her feelings just can't be hurt -- but she can get annoyed.

The darker side of her is one that doesn't show itself often. She is great at manipulating others. She does not use this gift often, though it is no secret that she eloquently flips and twists phrases to meet her needs. It comes in handy every once in a while. She is normally aloof, but Laika can become downright cold if someone is on her naughty list. Morbid curiosity is also a quirk of hers: dead things are fascinating, and she wants to pry them apart to figure out how they work. She's not at all squeamish. Laika also gets highly defensive about her job and course of study, especially seeing how it is a little more unusual. She is still a bike-riding, butt-kicking, punch-throwing sonofagun, though.

Occupation

She works at McDonalds by day and takes online college courses for a masters' Biology degree by night. She also makes and sells wooden toys in her free time.

Crush: None

Significant Other: None

Kin

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W7P no longer. She is completed.

Human Appearance

Vince is a far cry from ugly on the outside. A tall, muscular frame comes to a height of 6 foot 4 inches. He weighs in just unter 200 pounds, but it is nearly all muscle. His build is fairly angular, with his shoulders and back being slightly wider than his hips. He has muscle definition without being shredded; it's a healthy balance. His frame has quite a few scars, though none are extremely noticeable or stick out in such a way as to shock viewers. He just looks like he's worked and had accidents here and there, which is exactly the case.

His chiseled face hosts bright green eyes that always appear half lidded or narrowed, displaying a combination of intelligence, malice, knowledge, mischief, and something of a challenge that results in an unholy, barely-bridled tempest of a gaze. It's intimidating, and it is unnerving for many. His nose is set above thinner, fairly flat lips, one corner of which is almost always slightly curled upward in a sort of smirk.

Vincent's eyebrows are straight and a color to match his eyelashes. These are both a darker dirty blond, almost classified as a dark brown. His hair is a few shades lighter and often gains streaks, especially blonder ones during the summer months. His skin is a suntanned tan. He looks like the run-of-the-mill beach boy, though he's never set foot on a beach in his life. Fun fact.

Vincent's movement and mannerisms give away just how dangerous and unpredictable he can be. As he talks, his tone is thoughtful and compelling. Lulling, even. It's easy to get swept away in his low, soothing voice. He has a habit of studying his hands, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, or massaging his palms when on edge or angry. He walks with confident strides, though there is still a sort of ghostly movement to them. Vince's steps are not heavy -- he's quite light on his feet, though this is mostly just him being constantly alert. Always watching, always ready for anything.

He smells of the woods, like he's been off camping for the last few days. Pine smoke and nature. He dresses like it, too. Jeans cover either boots or tennis shoes. A belt is usually hidden by a t-shirt, and that is occasionally overshadowed by a jacket. The kind with the fluffy insides only, because those are superior.

Wolf Appearance

Like his human form, his shifted form is also massive. He stands at 36 inches to the shoulder and maintains his human weight, simply compacting it into a slightly smaller body. Besides the overall build of the wolf, however, the two appearances split off into two seemingly separate beings. He takes on a whole new color scheme, almost.

His coat is a creamy white with some darker tans, browns, and grays thrown in. His base coat is the lightest. The streaks of darker fur are most present along her back, around his elbow joints, throat, head, and muzzle. They are jagged and have no smoothness to them, seeming to be haphazardly thrown around joints and indentations in the body cavity. His coat is thick and lush, though, and he is a creature easy to look at.

The biggest difference between his human and wolf forms are his eyes. What were once a vibrant green turn into a deep, metallic gold. They maintain their human intelligence, but the mischief is significantly toned down and replaced by something... dangerous.

Personality

Vincent is both abrasive and loud, and smooth and quiet. He is a die with so many sides it could be a sphere. He makes the walls of Jericho look pitiful. The Great Wall of China aspires to be the size of his emotional block. If more people knew about him, his ability to switch and hide emotions would be the eighth wonder of the world. Vincent is an enigma. A psychologist's nightmare -- or hayday. And he fully intends to keep himself that way.

Vincent's most prominent, hardest front is that of a manipulative, uncaring, arrogant jerk. Mind you, he is all of those things, as well as everything hidden underneath. He just focuses so hard on maintaining this appearance that those who find out what's beneath his outermost layer are often shocked. The deeper down one tunnels into this soul, the more bizarre, horrifying, sad, and curious it gets.

While Vincent is fully capable of fighting in a physical sense, he knows that many arguments can be won long before hands are thrown. His words are carefully chosen to destroy, to push buttons, or to hold close. His words can be so thickly laced with poison that they create a biohazard, or they can be the gentlest, most open things. It all depends on what he wants to accomplish.

This young man has known hurt and anguish for most of his life. He never dealt with it. He refuses to. It fuels him; it drives him forward, on to victory. He has learned what happens when you put others first. Now, he watches out for his own interests -- though there is a very deep, secretive place in him that is still much more human than he wants to ever admit.

He is malicious. He's manipulative. He's vicious. Vindictive. Ambitious. Those people around him are pawns in his game. Those who have hurt him... they are burned into his memory. Vincent never forgets -- but he always avenges. He doesn't really want power; he wants an army to be able to accomplish his goals. He wants chaos to spread like the disease that destroyed his life. Vincent hates almost everything and everyone.

Those in his pack are the only people on the whole planet that he comes close to liking. He has a protective side only for them; they are his responsibility, and he intends to keep them safe. Of course, this is only for his own devices (or so he tries to convince himself), because what warriors are effective when they're dead? Vincent is extremely good at calculating risks. He knows almost every trick in the book, and he thinks out scenarios long in advance. He does his best to make sure his packmates are well-prepared for... whatever.

Vincent appears fairly aloof and disinterested when it comes to the real world and dealing with the people in it. He acts without a care in the world, or so it seems, and the repercussions can go step on a Lego. Every once in a while, though, he comes across a person -- and just snaps. The murderous, bloodthirsty side of him rears its ugly head, and a few seconds later, that person is missing theirs. Precious few, if any, know what triggers him so. They're just aware that he has this side in the first place.

In the deepest, most locked away recesses of his being, Vincent is loyal. He's even able to feel some sort of a semblance of love. Down in there, there is still a happy little kid who loves horses and chasing sheep like a cattle dog. There's still a tiny flicker of the boy who liked to cook and help his sister pick flowers. There's still an overprotective, big brother bear in there.

But he can't get out.

Skill Set

He is a jack of all trades. Give him a YouTube video and he can learn anything. However, his fortes are: lock picking, sharpshooting, and hand-to-hand combat. Once upon a time, he worked on a ranch. As a shepherd, actually, funny enough. It's been a while, though, so his horse and animal skills have not been put to the test in over six years. Other skills of his include playing piano and guitar as well as being able to sing. But nobody knows about those ones.

Crush: None

Significant Other: For all intents and purposes, no.

Kin

None. He's made it clear that they are not to be brought up. Common knowledge is that they were all killed. How, or by whom, remains a mystery. None of the perpetrators were ever caught, according to the records. Many suspect the truth on that, though: the police just haven't found the bodies.

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Zero

Name:
Zero (New Name)
Aetia Meloda (Dead Name)

Name Meaning:
Nothing

Nickname(s):
Z

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Questioning

Species:
Lycan

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Occupation:
Underground Fighter: Zero participates in the gang's underground fight as a fighter. Yes, she has broken many bones doing so. Some are hers, but most were her opponents. She's ruthless when fighting but would accept defeat with her head held high. She treats this job with extra care and likes doing it. Correction, she loves it with all her heart. When she's home and not traveling around, she's underground practicing or sparring with someone. A playful rumor has gone around that she made a hidden room underground, but if it's true or not is up for debate.

Bounty Hunter: When Z is not around, she's out doing bounty hunting jobs for the law. She traveled to many states and around the world to do this job. She's not publically known, preferring to do her job without unwanted attention from many people. Only working with detectives, police officers, a few government officials, and business CEOs, but it depends on the paycheck. Z would give full credit to someone else to keep her name clean and sends 80% of her payment back to the gang.

Paws and Claws Animal Shelter: She volunteers at animal shelters whenever she's free. Yes, Z has a soft spot for animals, and yes, she'll punch you in the throat if you make fun of it. Providing animals with food, taking them out on walks, or simply playing with them. Sadly, the cats are terrified of her, but the dogs are social with her. Her current goal is to pet a cat without it hissing or getting scared of her.

Solider (Formally): Before, Z was a human with an actual name. She served as a soldier for her home country and did so with honor. However, one mission is something that Z didn't expect. They sent out Z's squad to handle something discreetly. It involved killing a man who's said to be a traitor to the army. What they didn't expect: the man was a Lycan. He killed everyone, or so he thought before he died. Zero recovered and deployed again after her wounds healed. One mission resulted in a tragedy-something she doesn't want to talk about or remember.

Skills:
Fighting | Tracking | Hunting | Intimidation | Weaponmaster | Disciplining

Rank:
Founder

Desired Rank:
Content

Loyalty:
She's loyal to a fault, but it's only towards Reyna. Z is protective of her leader's name and reputation. She'll get offended if you insult it in any way. In her eyes, Reyna is her savior, and she's forever indebted to her. However, that's the only person she'll trust and no one else. The rest Z views as potential traitors unless proven otherwise. It's unstated why she's like this. Let us say that something happened to her in the past that made her this way. It doesn't mean she hates her pack. It's just that Z is unsure about the people in it and would defend too. Next up is her body, and do close your jaw.

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Human Apperance:
Z's skin tone is olive, but it got darker after working hard in the Sun during her hunts. Her body is covered in scars, although her skin is oddly smooth on spots that are free of them. Beauty marks dot her skin, and oh boy, does she has lots of them. If you grab a marker, you can play connect the dots. It's not something I would recommend and will get you killed. Her skin glistens beautifully under the Sun, making Z radiate under the sun. If it were ancient times, Z would've been labeled a demigod of war due to her beauty and scars.

The woman's body is a rectangle, and yes, she has muscles. However, they aren't enlarged and are at a moderate size. She works out constantly and is mistaken as a bodybuilder when she hits the public gyms. Everything is well-defined, with nice rounded muscles you can glide your fingers along effortlessly. As for the scars, she has many and covers them in bandages and layers of clothing. A bite mark on her neck was given to her by the Lycan man, including a couple of claw marks he gave her. They were deep, but they missed the fatal spots on her body. Z has a prominent scar covering the entire front of her body. Mostly on her frontal torso and shaped like a massive X, it was engraved into her skin by claws. On her back are a couple of stab wounds, bullet spots, and burn marks. Some parts of her party are light due to minor scars that have healed over time. Her height is 6'0, with her weight slightly over 190lbs. It's a nice athletic body for a battle-lover woman. Her appearance does intimidate people, and she enjoys it on the inside.

Z's face has high cheekbones, a Roman-shaped nose, and soft full lips. A perfect Italian beauty pageant, but would get kicked out for fighting the winner. She has a bite mark on the right side of her face while fighting one of those pesky wolf shifters. Her ears are sharp, and the canines of her teeth are longer but aren't that noticeable unless she smiles, which is rare. An intimidating and powerful face for a woman like her. She enjoys using it to scare people into giving her answers. Z's eyes are wide-set and can pierce one's soul into frightening them. Her eyes are blue-t's not normal as you may think. Her eyes are dark blue, like a dark blue that matches the color of a sapphire.

Zero's hair is short and straight, keeping it this length so her hair won't get pulled during a fight. The hairstyle is oddly elegant with a subtle undercut that's hard to see unless you lift her hair-this is the style she would use if she were to attend important meetings. When she's not doing anything-the other hairstyle is a versatile waterfall bob. The side is dipping to the left to show off the bitemark on her face. Z's hair color is a light blonde, but streaks of white are in her hair from the stress she went through long ago.

Lycan Apperance:
Z's main fur is a light golden color, with the secondary color or a light brown color. White streaks of fur peppered her coat, but they're hard to see as they blend well with the other light-scaled colors. Her fur is silky smooth, but certain spots of her fur, where the scars are, are rough to the touch. The majority of Z's scars are hidden under her fur, yet you can feel them if you rake your fingers through her fur. The only ones exposed are the bite marks on her cheek and face and the X-shaped scar on her chest. The height of her Lycan is 7'8, with well-muscles arms and body.

Z's arms are muscular and well-formed under her skin. The width of the Lycan's limbs is slightly above average, but they don't go any further than that. Her athletic body is suitable for hunting and fighting-it depends on which needs her attention more. However, she can easily get knocked over by heavier appointments, so she only sticks with opponents close to her weight. Her Lycan's body has the perfect balance of strength and agility but is weak against heavy blows.

Her Lycan form has a bobbed tail, and the reason for it is understandable, as well hilarious. Her tail got shot off by a shotgun, and the person who did been dead. It all happened while she was in a feral state, so you can imagine the confusion when she fully gained consciousness.

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Personality:
Loner | Animal Lover | Tempermental | Calloused | Silent | Observant | Easily Flustered | Introvert | Aggresive | Conscientious | Self-Destructive | Judgemental | Vindictive | Unforgiving | Withdrawn

Likes:
+Traveling
+Animals
+Reyna
+Fighting
+Sweets

Dislikes:
-Everyone, basically
-Softies
-Snakes
-The Devil's Hounds
-Loud Noises

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Crush:
Open

Significant Other(s):
Reyna ("Girlfriend", Alive)

Kin:
The past is dead, which means her family is "dead".

Rollo (Adoptive Son, Alive)

Affiliations:
Rollo: A baby Wolf-Shifter she found while hunting down a target. The woman she killed was protecting the baby, and out of pity, she decided to take the baby in as her own. Much to Zero's denial, she had grown attached to the little thing and is protective of said baby. Mess with this baby-you're most likely dead that next time Z sees your face. Though she lacks emotional affection, she still loves this thing through physical touch.

Reyna: Her boss and someone Z has been loyal to for years. She sees this woman as a savior and close friend. However, Zero is unaware that Reyna likes her more than an employee/friend. Her loyalty toward Reyna is fierce. There's no denying that. She would happily defend her boss's reputation and name, even if it cost her life. Did you offend Reyna? Well, congratulations, you offended her little guard dog too. The way they act towards each other makes them seem like they're an old married couple: Zero forgetting that they're married and Reyna always trying to give her affection.

Lucienne: The rodent in Z's eyes, pesky and gross. Indeed, they can't be in the same room together without some sort of bicker, but they would squash it minutes later. Not because they admit defeat, but for Reyna's sake. He annoys her on purpose, and yes, it does work efficiently. Deep down inside, she enjoys his annoying presence. They seem like siblings. In Zero's head, Lucienne is the annoying younger brother. Oddly enough, she's defensive towards him and won't hesitate to knock someone out. In her eyes, only she can insult him and vice versa.

Other:
She's presumed dead/lost in action by her country. Her records are strictly private by the government database. That's all she knows after she left.

Her heritage is Italian, and her voice has a slight Italian accent.