<strong>Name</strong>: Kane<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 60<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description</strong>:<br/><br/>Age looked: 23<br/>Eyes: Deep green<br/>Hair: Black<br/>Height: 6' 2"<br/>Weight: 190 lbs<br/>Build: Tone<br/><br/>(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/504354644_c01fb5f723.jpg?v=0)<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:<br/><br/>He is very self reliant, never asks for help, and that is his downfall. He is head strong, that came from spending most of his years alone. He is blunt, and will say things that will get him into deep shit more then get him out of it. He would rather take problems head on, rather then try and look for a back door.<br/><br/><strong>Abilities</strong>:<br/>Speed - He is faster then just about everyone he knows. Being able to move faster, attack faster, and run faster then other wolfs.<br/><br/><br/>History:<br/>His human part of his life was rather dull. He grew up in a small town, not really having much, and having a dream of going to see the world. He looked out one day and saw a bus heading to L.A. He packed his bags, and went. He was 20 at the time. When he got there, he ended up getting mugged and beaten almost to death. He remembers the feeling of hot breath over him, and then white hot pain on his neck. He awoke the next morning, feeling better then ever, not a single scratch on him. He finds out what his is, by loosing his tempter in a bar, and turning into his wolf, killing off everyone in the bar.<br/><br/>After that time in the bar, he wondered the world, on foot, hunting for food, getting what he can get to eat when there was nothing around to kill.