<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111947.msg4875915#msg4875915">Quote from: Xunzar on 03-07-2011, 04:57:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: James Matthias Andas<br/><br/>Race: Wolf<br/><br/>(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/092/c/b/Werewolfs_by_Sumerky.jpg)<br/><br/>Items: A necklace made of locks of hair taken from Reds with a locket containing a droplet of their blood.<br/><br/>Skills: James is adept at stalking targets, even while they are in large groups. His size leads his victims to believe him slow and possibly even stupid and he is more than happy to prove them wrong.<br/><br/>Personality: James is an Alpha by any standard. He has no problem with using force to get his way, but enjoys tormenting his food/prey. If he is sure he can win, he will try to separate his target from a group (if they are in one) and chase her to exhaustion before finally emerging to play. If not, he either withdraws until he is sure he will win an open engagement or, if that is possible, he attacks immediately. He prefers to capture, but will kill without playing at the first sign of trouble. Sadist though he is, he wants himself and his pack to emerge unscathed and that means they take precedence over his fun.<br/><br/>History: Perhaps he was born to be a wolf. James was always aggressive and yet withdrawn. He would demonstrate cunning, but only when it suited him. When he was young, he enjoyed hunting and anything like it, despite how much it made people nervous. Maybe he even liked it more because it did. He considered joining the Reds, but before he could, he was attacked and changed. Shortly after his first change, he killed the wolf that had attacked him and took over the pack.<br/><br/>He started recruiting, even Alphas. Anyone who was willing and able was welcome. Months later, the first attacks began. Usually teams of Reds would be attacked, sometimes the whole team would vanish, but more often only a few would disappear. They never stayed gone, though. Sooner or later, their corpses would arrive at a Red waystation in horrific condition. The worst ones had a stylized "J" carved into their flesh somewhere.<br/><br/>James grows bored. Soon he will begin another hunt...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>