Post by Michael Gallatin on Feb 11, 2005 11:48:12 GMT -5
Name: Michael Gallatin
Age: 94, but looks around 30.
Height: 6' in human form, wheras in his wolf form he grows to about 9'7 on hind legs and 5'4 on all fours.
Species: Lycanthrope.
Michael's lycanthropic form
Body Alterations: None.
Hair: Dark brown, almost black, and fairly long, reaching the back of his neck and covering his ears in a feral manner. In werewolf form it becomes jet black, and thick, with a sort-of mane hanging down the sides of his face.
Eyes: In human form they're a mixture of amber and green. In his lycanthropic form they flood completely amber, with very faint traces of green throughout.
Build: Michael is muscular, tall with broad shoulders, with a somewhat lean appearance to him. In his lycanthropic form he becomes a towering beast, with a wide chest and thick sinewy arms, capable of moving him on two legs or four with no difficulty, and he can use speed to his advantage, which is rather surprising given his bulky build in werewolf form.
Clothing, Jewelry, etc: Michael wears a lot of black and gray, not caring what kind of clothing they are. Suits or casual or even leather with a duster. The latter is the kind of clothing he prefers if he goes out hunting, giving in to his more, animalistic instincts. He wears no jewelry either.
Where They're From: The Wolf's Hour by Robert McCammon
Reasons for Joining the League: Given the fact that he was once part of the British government, and proved his talents several times, Michael was recruited more or less due to his old loyalties towards the government, despite that now, he has virtually none.
Personality: Michael is a dark individual. He's broody as hell, given his past, and extremely intense. Pushing aside his darker attitude, he's passionate, intelligent, and a good tactical mind. If he wants something, he will go to whatever limits it'll take to get it. He's a loner, and has been for decades, so working in a team is not something he's looking forward to. He never gets close to anyone, both due to that he has already had a life partner, and the fact that he fears he would get them killed. He does have a snarky side, but doesn't show this often.
Powers: As a lycanthrope, Michael has enhanced speed, strength, and agility, as well as senses off the chart, and high pain thresholds. Over the decades he has learned to heighten his abilities, and has become incredibly powerful. In his werewolf form, these powers only increase.
Abilities: Michael is a gifted tracker, given his senses, and can track human or otherwise without difficulty while also avoiding detection. He's a good strategist, and immensely skilled in combat, be it with guns, knives, or unarmed, both in human and werewolf forms.
Weaponry: Michael's primary firearm is a Heckler & Koch P30. For melee, he has a single combat knife, kept in a sheath on his back. More often than not though, when it comes down to it, he prefers to use his werewolf abilities. He's not afraid of being shot, as it will do little damage unless the weapon is silver. He also has a shotgun that he keeps at his cabin, used more as an intimidation tactic to scare off intruders.
Michael's P30
Michael’s Shotgun
Michael's Dagger
History: Michael Gallatin was born in 1910 in the country of Russia. His father, Gallatinov, had been a general in service to Czar Nicholas the Second, and was killed because of this, due to the ineptitude of the Czar and his court, which had resulted in hundreds of deaths. Michael's father, mother, and sister were all gunned down by an execution squad, and he ran, with the small group pursuing. As they closed in, a pack of large wolves lunged from the shadows, cutting down every last one. Rather than killing the boy, they took him to their den.
He hadn't been in their company for too long before learning the truth: these were not any ordinary wolves. They were lycanthropes.
Even though it took some time, he settled into the pack rather nicely, being turned into one of the werewolves by the alpha, Viktor. He stayed with the pack for years to come, even taking himself a mate when he was at the young age of 15, one of the younger lycanthropes by the name of Alezka. They had a son, Petyr, but the joy of having a small family amongst the pack didn't last.
A year or so later, Alezka, along with the rest of the pack, minus Viktor, were gunned down by hunters. Michael to this day does not know what became of his child. Viktor died soon after, leaving Michael to go off into the world alone.
He joined up with the government years later, becoming a spy for the British, the best in his league, which was a given, considering his lycanthropic powers. No one in his field of work was aware of what he was, and simply assumed he was very good.
After the somewhat failure of a mission in Africa, Michael retired, shutting himself out and wanting nothing to do with the government again, but was called back in during World War II to deal with something known as Iron Fist, which was a plane, designed to hold twenty four bombs that contained a flesh eating chemical of sorts, that was going to be dropped upon London all at once, turning the tide for Germany. A full scale battle erupted, and in the end, the plane was destroyed, the bombs neutralized, and those responsible slaughtered by the werewolf. Afterwards, he left, changing his name and laying low. It's unclear where he is now, but it can be certain that he is out there somewhere.