La première chose que Kit a remarquée était l'odeur. Elle était épaisse et piquante. Quelque chose de doux entrelacé avec quelque chose de pourri couche avec ce qui ne pouvait être expliqué que comme une tentative à moitié cul de nettoyer l'odeur en brûlant sauge. Même si le composé en lui-même était une fosse puante creusée dans la roche, Kit ne pouvait pas dire si cette cabane sentait mieux ou pire.
La deuxième chose que Kit a remarquée était les deux informateurs. C'est-à-dire, si vous pouviez les appeler comme ça. À la porte se trouvait un jeune homme avec de longues et sombres peurs, une plante dans ses yeux. Ses yeux étaient trop larges, son sourire trop grand. Une seconde, Kit voulait savoir s'il allait bien. Puis il a remarqué la plante. L'usine se déplaçait. Pas la douce balance des feuilles dans la brise, ou la tige tremblante comme il était en train de se bousculer. À moins que le mouvement désincarné de ses vignes se tournant vers les mots ne soit la nouvelle norme, cette chose n'était pas une plante régulière.
Kit a sillonné son front, ne sachant pas ce qu'il faut faire du tabac de pot. C'était le bon endroit? Il reniflait profondément, grimaçant comme, profondément sous la couche de l'autre odeur, était un parfum familier. Un qu'il s'était trop habitué aux camps de trou de l'enfer. L'arôme de la chair brûlante.
"Bonjour?" Il l'a saluée à l'impatience.
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.