<div align="center">(http://www.idposter.com/img/24/id47714.jpg)<br/>(http://www.werewolves.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/sethgreen.jpg)<br/>(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y136/jackskellington89/seth-green-20040429-1623.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Seth<br/><strong>Nicknames</strong>: "I'm gonna kill that little bastard!"<br/><strong>Breed</strong>: Natural (Werecoyote)<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 25<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'8"<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: From a distance, Seth looks scrawny and weak, beanpole thin and in danger from strong winds. Then he gets closer and it turns obvious: Yeah, he's thin, alright. Like rebar. There's a whole lotta power packed into that wimpy-lookin' frame, but anyone who gets a chance to figure that out...well, by that point, their figurin' days are already over. Seth's wardrobe usually consists of whatever's baggy or loose, lyin' on top of the hamper and not leaving visible trails of stank in the air, and he has a habit of coloring his naturally spiky hair a random new color practically every week. (This week, he's on purple.)<br/><br/>Powers (Species): N/A<br/>Powers (Optional): N/A<br/>Skills: N/A<br/><br/><strong>Background Story</strong>: To the best of the Pack's knowledge, Seth is a man with no past. A few months after the Doghouse opened for business, Seth wandered in early one empty morning dragging the corpses of a pair of Hunters who'd been watching Rake and the others. He introduced himself by posing the bodies in an obscene manner on top of the bar, then helping himself to a couple of longnecks from beneath the counter. The others looked ready to shit bricks when they found his grisly greeting, and the goofy grin he was wearing as he sipped their beer probably didn't help matters any. But Rake allowed him to stick around a while in exchange for disposing of the Hunters, and Seth has been (mostly) earning his keep ever since. He doesn't talk much about himself, and when he does it's usually one flavor of horseshit or another. Only Monroe, and possibly Rake, have ever managed to scratch out anything factual about Seth's past, but if either man knows anything, they ain't talkin'. Maybe some things just don't need to be shared.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Seth is...unbalanced. Unstable. Okay let's face it. Seth is batshit insane. He's a runt by Werewolf standards. That's because he's not actually a werewolf, although nobody...Seth included...knows that. Despite his small size and lack of physical strength (by Werewolf standards. By human standards he could still benchpress a motorcycle) Seth is arguably the deadliest member of the pack in a fight because of his uncanny knack for killing his opponents before they even know he's there. This is because as a Coyote he has inherent illusionary powers which he uses subconsciously to hide himself on the battlefield, appearing only a moment before he strikes. Seth has a perverse love of pranks. The more he likes you, the less likely his pranks will kill you. But there's never any guarantees with Seth.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Straight. Seth seems to imitate Rake's penchant for screwing anything in a skirt, and with his playful puppy-like charm and wholesome good looks, he could probably get even more tail than the Pack's fearless leader. But his affinity for practical jokes and freaking people out usually wind up preventing him from closing the deal, even with supercharged sexytime Were pheromones. Some lessons just ain't gonna get learned.