Name: Kane<br/>Age: Looks 21/22 Is 59 (Were's age slow)<br/>Eye color: Chocolate brown, warm<br/>Height: 6'5<br/>Profession: Ex Cop; Free lancer. Mostly just hangs with the pack and gets into fights. Always look for a worthy opponent. Secretly lookig for the one who can calm his beast.<br/><br/>Appearence:m<a class="postlink" href="http://i1116.photobucket.com/albums/k561/AnimeAlbum/Originals/Original%20Males/814574.jpg">http://i1116.photobucket.com/albums/k56 ... 814574.jpg</a>m<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Kane was born and raised in Bronx New York on the rougher side of town. He helped his single mother take care of his younger sister and protected them as best he could. When he was sixteen there was a shooting on his block and his sister had been playing outside. She was shot, and his mother was also shot trying to protect her daughter. He had been two blocks down at the corner store to get ingredients for dinner when it happened. He had been too late to save them which resulted in his sister dying and his mom going into a coma since the bullet had hit her in the head without killing her or causing brain damage. Doctors told him it was from shock but she stayed that way until he turn twenty one, which was when he had her life support shut off. Shortly after that he had two girly flowers tattooed onto his arm and written in Ancient Greek around them said, <span style="font-weight: bold">"Eternally sorry. Will forever be mourned and loved."</span><br/><br/>When Kane was nineteen he had gotten into the police academy and when he graduated he had shut the life support off for his mother. She had wasted away and he knew she would not want to see herself that way, and know that her little girl had died because of him. When he was twenty, and a rookie in the force, he had gone to a breaking and entering case with his partner. It was there that his life changed forever, whether it was for the good he could care less. His partner was killed by what looked like a large dog. Well it looked like one until it stood up on its hind legs perfectly straight after ripping his partnerâ€™s entrails out. The creature gave him a choice: Live or Die. He did not want to die or he knew he would have to face his mother in heaven. He was not strong enough for that.</span><br/><br/>So a couple decades later he was prowling around his new home town. He learned over the years about all the crazy shit that was really going on in the world and was an alpha wolf. He was even second to the packâ€™s leader which meant if he wanted to he could challenge for leadership. For now he was content with where he was, fighting whomever he pleased when it suited him. For now though he had heard about a small nest of vamps hiding around a church and killing of women, both young and old. That just pissed him off so he was going to pay them a little visit, and by visit he was going to beat the un-living shit out of them. The thought made him grin and palm the handle to his glock that he had kept from his â€˜humanâ€™ days. He walking with confidence and an air of â€˜Donâ€™t fuck with this.â€™ Yeah he was definitely a threat to anyone who he came into contact with and one that the ladies loved. Though he still respected woman when they deserved it, a lot of the female wolves were a bunch of bitches. He shrugged his broad shoulders and turned another corner when he caught a scent. Blood, it was definitely the scent of blood and he was sure it was not human. He cursed and sped up to fast walk, â€˜Whoever had ruined his fun was going to take their place.â€™ He thought menacingly and growled under his breath.