Cass avait soupiré, aurait voulu qu'il eût pu rester mais il n'avait pas assez de munitions pour cela, tellement à contrecœur il a suivi l'autre dans le trou Rose poursuivant peu après lui. Tandis qu'ils marchaient, il la regardait pour trouver des blessures, ne trouvant que de la fourrure qui se coupait rapidement de sa lame. Il a entendu les autres parler de Lei'Loni et Forgotten, il a soupiré enlever son casque, il a sorti une cigarette l'allumer avec son canon encore rouge chaud. "Écoute, je ne suis pas le gars le plus brillant, j'ai grandi en apprenant très peu sur la voie de ce monde moderne, mais je sais une chose, la loi de la jungle. Tu t'es bien battu là-bas, je suis déjà vieux selon les normes de ma maison, alors bon sang, je me bats pour toi. Je suis Cass, voici Rose ma monture et ma meilleure amie."
Il a pris une longue traînée sur sa cigarette avant de parler à nouveau le loup donnant un doux presque mignon pur pendant qu'il se frottait la tête. "Mais tu as une meute forte, Rose et moi, nous serons avec toi. "Car la force de la meute est le loup, et la force du loup est la meute." C'est d'un vieux poème de la Terre, on essaie de vivre nos vies. Mais en tête, la première ligne du poème dit que le loup qui le brisera doit mourir. Alors je te tuerai si tu penses à nous tourner. Passons maintenant aux introductions. » Il monta sur le dos de Rose et se coucha en regardant le loup se faufiler le long du groupe.
Name: Cass Eden
Age: 24
Height: 6 foot 6 inches
Weight: 275 pounds
Occupation: Mercenary/Hunter
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description:
Years of hard work and dedication have tanned Cass's skin, the blues tattoos that run along his arms and face give off the signed that he is not to be trifled with. The tattoo's offset his red hair which is common among the islanders, he keeps it shaggy and long preferring it to the well groomed look of most of the people he encounters. While he has a very clean and handsome face his chest has a few scars from the hunts and jobs he has done. (I'm also including a picture of Rose as well.)
Cass

Rose

Personality: While friendly enough he does not take kindly to those who think they are above him, the law of the jungle and all that. Unless you are truly better than he is do not expect him to give in to demands even if they are from the master race. However he not racist even if he barely knew anything about the other races, he see's it all as one big metal jungle and he plans to find a pack to rule it with. This comes from the link he share's with Rose as the two of them often have silent conversations, most of them highly philosophical in nature, however this leads to him being silent or staying at things which has caused confusion before.
Quirks/Habits: Talks to himself very often and constantly cleans his sword. Hums songs when bored. Smokes cigarettes a very expensive hobby in today's world.
Skills:
Skilled marksmen.
Strong melee fighter.
Extremely good tracker.
Good understand of most firearms.
Knows the ins and outs of more unsavory parts of the city.
Abilities:
He and Rose his Wolf can communicate though telepathic signals.
Incredibly durable.
Stealth is one his best allies.
Weapons:
Desolation class automatic rifle- It is a large .75 calibre assault weapon. It is a powerful assault weapon that fires explosive kinetic rounds colloquially referred to as bolts.
Judgement pattern rail gun- A weapon used only for it's incredible stopping power. While the rifle is not quiet it is certainly power able to rip through power armor, however the size of the rifle means that long range is the only place you use it.
Threatener class plasma pistol- A weaker version of the standard plasma pistol, this model is perfectly silent though allowing stealthy attacks.
Reso'nan Sword- Stolen from his people this weapon is used to bring down the most dangerous game. As it is precious he guards it with his life.
Armor:
T-78 power armor- A older model with weak personal shielding and decent protection, boosts the user's abilities only slightly. This model does a cloaking system however it can only be used in bursts and can still been seen on heat detection systems.
Backstory: Cass grew up on Cra'nan, home to face eating butterfly's and bugs that explode if they bite you. However the people of Cra'nan have yet to stop fighting, see with this having actually land and fertile soil many foods from Earth can be grown here, for the rich only of course. So the system is simple, they send guns and ammo to the people of the island the people send back apples, orange, and the very rare coco beans. The local use the weapons to clear more land and eradicate the indigenous lifeforms, however the natives are quite restless, the worst being the giant centipedes.
These local versions have blade like legs and find human flesh to be there favorite food, there armored plates are extreme hard able to shrug off missiles and high caliber bullets, plasma and flamethrowers have proven effective however they cannot be used in the jungle as they are to much of a risk to burn it down. Thus they asked for Reso'nan weapons. In exchange for the large shipment of coco beans ever collected and one the Centipedes captured alive for study they received four Reso'nan swords to bring down these mighty beasts and ensure the rich stay fat and happy.
Cass grew up knowing only one law, the law of the jungle, see the children are read a poem and told to recite it back. The poem is how they live there lives, for each of them are wolves and this is there jungle.
"NOW this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.
The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.
Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.
When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.
If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride,
Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.
Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.
Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim
Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own;
He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.
Now these are the laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!"
That simple poem was all they needed, each child has it memorized by age ten where they take up a rifle and begin defending the fields while the older's go out to strike back against the creatures. At age fifteen they must go out alone and return with either a animal they have killed or animal they have tamed. Cass was the first in ten years to return with a tame animal and one of rarity too, a Triton Wolf that he named Rose these creatures were very similar to the ones found on Earth except for a few differences first they are about five feet tall and much smarter, each one is pure white the only animal that does not camouflage itself as it fears nothing. Lastly they seem to be able to read the thoughts of those they bond with allowing for perfect execution of attacks with no planning.
At age age eighteen Cass had proven his skills and become one the best hunters the village had known, however he became bored with life there. So stealing one the Reso'nan swords and one of there rifles he climbed on to the ship and left the island, he and Rose would travel to the city finding work as a mercenary he purchased powered armor with the money he made and later commissioned some for his partner. These two grew to some of the most well respected mercenary's on the planet. As they were not always clean not precise but they did always get the job done.
Not very tech savvy and even less culturally aware than a man under a rock. The islanders cared little for main land conflicts as long as the weapons and ammo arrived they couldn't care less. While Cass is becoming about this and slowly learning about the rest of the race's he's very respectful of anyone he believes can match his ability or surpass it.