Man, that's an awesome title.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/><br/><br/>Name: Freki<br/><br/>Species: Wolf GenImal<br/><br/>Appearance: Standing roughly 7'6" tall, and looking like he just walked off a one of Hollywood's werewolf flick sets, Freki is an imposing figure. The human-lupine hybrid is powerfully muscled, though in the same manner as wolves - dense muscles enabling for a sleek frame that reduces wind resistance and gives a smaller target. The fur that covers his body is mostly white, darkening to grey or lightening into it a silver towards the tips and in the thick mane around his neck. Freki's eyes are a bright green, like that of a forest in late spring or early summer, and the GenImal wears little - just a chest harness for carrying things in the pouches and holsters arrayed along it's straps. He has little to no sense of shame about his nudity, as GenImals are inclined to be, even if humans tend to stare. Of course, it didn't hurt that fur covered most functions of clothing<span style="font-style: italic">anyways</span>, and that pants tended to get in the way of screwing things.<br/><br/>Powers: Freki's speed and strength are more than twice even that of athletic humans and he has inherited the legendary endurance of his lupine donors - enhanced even further by the Gengeenering process. He can run for hours on end, though he's liable to<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>want a drink and a meal afterwards. Likewise, he's inherited the lupine senses of hearing and scent, making his tracking and awareness incredible. His vision suffers for it, however, being a mixture of human and lupine - he can see out to the level humans can, with the same detail, but his world tends to be that of mostly faded and washed-out colors, excepting for red and yellow, which are incredibly vibrant to canine eye for obvious reasons. In return for his lessened color vision however, Freki has great low-light vision.<br/><br/>Vore preference: Any/All (Though, obviously, if Freki eats anything that isn't bite-sized, it will be hard)<br/><br/>Notes: Freki is designed less as of a killer and more of a rescue and protection GenImal, to seek out and evacuate civillians and MIA emergency/military personnel, as well as defend the other GenImals who function by swallowing targets whole, so they don't get overwhelmed whilst digesting a meal or eating one spider. Freki can handle multiple threats at once, though he pays for this ability in not being able to one-shot spiders by eating them like his reptilian comrades. As he was intended for search-and-rescue of humans as well as defending his comrades, Freki tends to be empathetic to humans, and protective of human survivors. Of course, despite that morality, he has no qualms about slaughtering any human that would prove a threat to his or his charges' survival, and will not willingly sacrifice himself unless he can be sure his mission will not be endangered by his death. IE, holding off a Tarantula as a chopper with his charges takes off would = OK, while leaving his charges on their own while he dies to save a single random survivor would not even pass his mind. It would be unthinkable - the many outweigh the whole. Especially if those many happen to be a mission objective.<br/><br/>Of course, as an expensive genetic engineered organism, and as a living being, Freki will always seek to survive, and holds such heroic sacrifices as absolute last resorts.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The mall was a known safezone and that's why Freki headed there - he needed a safe spot, somewhere to rest, recover and prepare before his next push. He could hear a few of the mall's wasp-women before he even entered it, and even more clearly as he made his way out into it's main atrium. He wasn't a terribly big fan of the sound insectiod wings made - the constant buzzing mildly irked his sensitive ears - but it was a damn sight more pleasant than the chittering of spiders.<br/><br/>As he made his way around the atrium he looked about, looking for any vendors - human or wasp - who might be able to offer him something to eat. With the crisis, barter was all there was, but Freki had collected several pistols and a shotgun slung over his shoulder, the harness' pockets overflowing with magazines and shells for the weapons. He was sure he'd have enough for a good meal, as well as some company. Of course, he hardly needed most of it anyways - with his strength, close quarters combat was a better use of his abilities - and thus he planned on handing out his surplus, which was pretty much everything save for the .45 pistol holstered in the harness and a couple spare magazines of .45 ammunition, but he wasn't going to do that before he got his fair share in trade.