Kit regardé vers le bas à la chaîne de montagnes pointues, ses yeux vifs cueillant les lueurs minuscules de lumières parmi le trou clairement fait par l'homme. Toute une civilisation située sous la terre. Le chagrin pesait lourdement sur l'estomac de Kit aux implications de leur tâche. Il doutait qu'ils se dirigeaient vers le rétablissement de la paix. Ils étaient maintenant des soldats, qu'ils l'aiment ou non. Les tueurs ont payé avec le mensonge blanc de la liberté. On s'attendait à ce qu'ils répandent du sang sur les ordres. Qui, ils ne s'en souciaient pas.
"Contrairement à ce que vous pensez, nous n'allons pas tous les massacrer."
Les mots de Conner ont dissipé la plupart des réticences de Kit. La plupart. Ce n'était que la première mission parmi beaucoup, et il doutait que ce serait si simple. Mais c'était bon de savoir qu'ils n'allaient pas massacrer une ville entière.
"Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, Keith?" Vénus a parlé, donnant au wendigo une tape bien intentionnée.
"Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire de moi?

Kit a rencontré le regard de Keith, un léger froncement tirant les coins de ses lèvres. Qu'est-ce qu'ils feraient? Même dans une foule, il se tapait comme un pouce douloureux, et la dernière chose qu'il voulait, c'était que son petit frère soit blessé.
-- Eh bien, dit-il après une pause contemplative, et s'ils ne vous voyaient pas? Vous êtes assez furtif comme il est." De retour au camp, Kit s'est toujours retrouvé à sauter quand Keith s'est faufilé derrière lui. Même avec son entendement aigu, les pas de Wendigo étaient silencieux. Après tout, il était une créature de l'obscurité, et ses compétences l'ont certainement montré. "Si vous restez à l'ombre et que vous vous faufilez, vous pouvez observer autour de vous. Personne n'aurait à te voir."
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.