Ils sont arrivés à destination assez tôt. Une armada de gardes les entourait, les yeux remplis d'indignable méfiance. Ils étaient armés et prêts, leurs armes étaient prêtes à frapper à tout signe de danger. Des années auparavant, Kit aurait été prudent. Intimidé, même. Mais des années de piégeage, forcés par des gardes armés de la même manière et le rappel constant d'une fuite futile enveloppée autour de sa poitrine, désensibilisaient toute crainte d'être autour des gardes. Kit s'est déplacé entre le groupe, se positionnant de sorte qu'il reste aussi proche que possible de ses compagnons. Il a rencontré le regard de chaque garde uniformément, la lueur dans ses yeux pas tout à fait rage, mais dangereux néanmoins.
Un petit frisson rampait la colonne vertébrale de Kit alors que le patron révélait leur couverture. Surnaturels à vendre. C'était juste une histoire, pas qu'ils les vendaient vraiment, mais ça ne voulait pas dire qu'il n'y en avait pas d'autres qui avaient été vendus. Le gouvernement avait ses secrets. Cette équipe de ragtag n'était qu'un d'entre eux. Avec peu d'amour pour les surnaturels, il n'aurait pas surpris Kit s'il y avait vraiment un marché clandestin des esclaves.
"Allez, les nuls. Il faut qu'on bouge."
Kit a baissé le regard, mais l'air autour de lui, une fois apparemment calme sur le copter, est resté froid et sombre. Il a continué avec peu de combat, mais le message qu'il a émis est resté clair: les blesser et mourir.
Age
27
Gender
Male
Species
Werewolf
Abilities/Powers
☾ Enhanced Strength
☾ Enhanced Speed
☾ Enhanced Senses
☾ Able to transform into a wolf at will
Weakness
☾ Silver
☾ Wolf's Bane Plant
☾ Unable to control self during 'Wolf Form', leading him attack anyone or thing in sight.
Control
Kit is kept in check by an unbreakable, stretchable device strapped to his chest. If he so chooses to defect or be uncooperative, the device will insert a silver blade into his heart, killing him instantly. When in a frenzy, silver tipped tranquilizer darts will be employed to calm him down or knock him out.
Personality:
Contrary to his rather large, intimidating appearance, Kit is a surprisingly calm man with the patience of a saint. Though quiet, he's generally kind with a too trusting attitude that Others often take advantage of. Despite this, he can be stern when crossed and protective of those close to him. He's earned the affectionate nickname 'Papa Wolf' at the camp due to his caring quality around children, newcomers, and just about anyone he's friendly with. Being a pack creature, he's heavily dependent on others to the point where he's uneasy being alone. He can be overbearing and stubborn at times, though keeps good intentions at heart.
History:
Kit's life was peaceful prior to his imprisonememt. Living in the woods with his large pack, he was content with his simple cabin home sheltered from human eyes. All that changed when one of his siblings got into an argument with their only neighbor, an elderly farmer. What it was about specifically, no one knew. What they did know was that the fight ended with a dead human and a call to the police.
The authorities came fast. Faster than the pack could react. They were forced away, separated and shipped to different parts of the world. Kit was left with a few siblings and his grandfather. Over the years, however, they didn't last. His grandfather wasted away only months since their arrival at camp, while sickness and starvation picked away at his siblings. Everything seemed bleak, and death a sweet retreat.
That is until they offered him a deal.
Kit would be injected with a serum that would push him into a frenzy. He would be ordered to kill. He would be a tool to the people he loathed. In return, they would free him and what little remained of his pack, if they were still alive. No one would bother them. Just four years...


Keith Kratz:
Kit sees Keith as a sort of surrogate little brother.