Name: Gavin Scott

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2

Weight: 186

Race: Werewolf

Home Land: Parkgate, Scotland

Weapon: Hand blades that are red/ black and have finger grips on the handle. The handle itself has black leather wrapped around it, making it easier to grip even when wet or sweating. The blade themselves curve around the sides of the hands to go down mid way on the fore arm. Down by his boots is a holster that carries 3 large throwing knives, something that he uses as a long range weapon.

Appearance: Gavin is a well toned, tan male with a broad set of shoulders and freckles on his face. His eyes are a beautiful jade green, his brownish orange hair contrasting the green to make his eyes even brighter. His hair is always shaven short, and sometimes even slightly spiked. His eye brows are narrow but long, going the full length of his large eyes. He has a goat tee at the bottom of his pale pink colored lips., which he always makes sure to keep well kept. His wardrobe usually consists of a white cotton wife beater, a brown leather jacket given by his father and a pair of ripped camo pants. His feet are covered by a pair of linen socks and tough black leather boots that he had broken in long ago. Gavin ussually has a leather belt with pouches on the side and or a leather knapsack on his shoulder.

Personality: He's usually pretty calm and neutral most of the time. But he tends to be bitter towards the ones who always have everything and never had to work for it. Though Gavin tries to push it aside and keep his neutral stature. Don't think of Gavin as a mellow person tho, after all he was born in Scotland. He has a temper and can get violent when provoked, or drunk.

Strengths: Gavin can change at will, which gives him a huge advantage in most cases. He's pretty clever as well, usually using that brain of his to smart off. Then theres his obvious heightened sense of smell, vision, hearing, speed and strength.

Weakness: Although Gavin is smart in some areas he lacks book smarts. After all he was a farm boy and was raised working in the fields and skipping school. He also is weakened by silver, though to have any real effect on him it has to come in contact internally.

History: Gavin was born in a small Scotland home in Parksgate. He was a healthy baby boy and was the one thing his father wanted in his life. Though the happiness was soon shattered when his mother became ill and died when he was not but only 6 months of age. From that point his father was left alone to take care of him, forcing him to work with son near by.
When Gavin was old enough his father put him to work on growing the fields of barley and oats. He would often bring the loads of the grains to beer brewers and restraunt's to get they're money. His father then would give his son 20% of it which he saved up in a jar, which he hide inside a loose floor board under his bed. His father on the other hand would go too the local bar or gambling house to blow his share away, then come home too drunk to even care about his son.
When Gavin was 18 his father fell in deep debt with a gambling house and was beaten to the point that it was hard for him to work in the fields. So Gavin took over for him, helping him with harvesting then selling the crops. But when times got even harder, and the crops werent growing well Gavin took some of his savings and bought a rifle, which he used to go out and hunt for him and his fathers food.
One night while he was out hunting for some rabbit he came across a gruesome sight. A large dark creature was devouring a deer, large paws ripping at the animals stomach as its jaws tore off chucks of meat and skin. Steadily Gavin aimed his rifle, sweat beading on his face as he waited to take the shot. When he shifted weight, a branch under his boot stamped and made the monster look up. He had bright orange eyes and a large muzzle with rancid breath. Gavin didn't have time to shoot. The black figure tackled him, the gun slipping from his hand and falling away from him. The beast smelt of death as it bit into his shoulder, Gavin struggling to get free.
He remembered though that he had put a large hunting knife on his side in case his shot didn't kill his subjected prey. With fumbling hands Gavin was able to pull the knife from his waist and plunge it into the figures side. The carnivorousness creature gave out a howl of pain before scrambling off of Gavin and running off. With being so tired Gavin laid there, passing out cold.
Gavin woke up that morning and wobbly made his way too his home. But when he got there, things only got worse. His dead was laying on the floor, bleeding from a bullet wound in his stomach. While he had been gone, people from the gambling house had come and killed his father, when he was unable to come up with the money he owed them. In grief Gavin dug a grave and laid his father too rest. Remembering his savings Gavin went into the ransacked home and too his room. It was a mess just like the rest of the house but luckily his money was not found.
Gavin gathered that and other things up into a leather knapsack and two leather belts with 3 pouches on each side before leaving. As he walked from his room and too the front door he poured lantern fluid out onto the floor. When he got too the front door he lit a match, and without looking back set his house on fire, leaving to go out into the world.
It wasn't until a full year after the incident, in Romania that Gavin figured out what he was and how he came to be that way. Since then he had been trying too find more of his kind, to tr and become something more then a lone wolf. Though, so far his efforts have been useless.