(Mutation in Progress)
Name: Ragenard Guiscard
Race: Issunar Werewolf (Born)
Age: 83
Nationality: Lutetian (Born), Iverian (Naturalized)
Affiliation: Leader of the Bloodstone Pack (Currently)
Human Form
Height: 7'1" (216 cm)
Weight: 383 lbs (174 kg)
Wolf Form (Current Mutation)
Height: 12'3" (375 cm)
Weight: 1,701 lbs (772 kg)
Standing at seven feet tall, gaunt of face, and broad shouldered, Ragenard is a physically imposing man. His well muscled physique—borne of a hard lifestyle and enhanced by the beast within—is thoroughly crisscrossed by the scars of a hard upbringing and a misspent youth.
While at first glance a brute, it wouldn't take long for an observer to notice the cunning intelligence behind his hazel eyed gaze. The worn-in laugh lines on his face would indicate that despite a near constant scowling visage and sour demeanor, at some point in his life the man knew how to laugh.
Standing slightly north of twelve feet tall when on it's hind legs and weighing in at 1,700 lbs, the current mutation of Ragenard's inner wolf can be aptly described as a "black-furred monstrosity". Of an unnatural morphology, bipedal, grotesquely muscled with claws the size of a man's hands and teeth the size of the same's fingers; one could almost be forgiven from giving in to the instinct to take flight when faced with such a monster in a dark alley. At least up until the point where the realization sinks in that the large beast giving chase is not of the lumbering persuasion.
Raging at the memories of a more agile past; by intensely abusing it's prodigious strength, stamina, and superlative regeneration ability, Ragenard's wolf form is capable of feats of speed and athleticism that simply stagger the imagination of those witnessing such from the hulking monster—although some would contend that it is more the blase approach of pushing bone and sinew to it's breaking point repeatedly that do the staggering.
Of particular note is the sheer scale of the beast's power of regeneration, a force so far removed from the norm of it's kind as to label him a monster unto itself. A direct consequence of "the event" upon his physiology decades ago, when his already prodigious natural ability to heal was taxed beyond it's breaking point and circumstances crashed into his body to change it forever.
Ragenard's regenerative abilities can be more accurately measured not against others of his kind, but held in comparison to some of the more ancient examples of his most detested enemies, vampires. One of which found it's accursed blood forever mingled with the man's own innate engine of predatory evolution and further mixed in with a good dose of Fae hexing to form the steadily changing monster he is now, and whose rage may have no horizon.
Loud, forceful, quick to anger; all of these things can be said to describe Ragenard's demeanor, but it would be an injustice to limit the man to that. Beneath the quick-fire facade born and nurtured by his harsh upbringing as a child in the environment of Lutetia's criminal underbelly lies a deeply layered psyche that often finds itself at odds with the world around him.
Not one to know how to show affection without feeling the vulnerability of the act, Ragenard usually keeps friends and family at bay. However, those who know him best know that it is not his gruff words that define his level of caring, but his actions, which are always quick to turn—if brusquely—towards the aid of those he holds close.
Stoic or wrathful may be his most common states of being in public, but privately Ragenard is prone to long bouts of self-deprecation and self-imposed anguish as he battles with the demons of his checkered past, questions the path of his present, and grips with the reality that his future may never answer the question of whether or not he is a man or a monster.
Name: Ragenard Guiscard
Race: Issunar Werewolf (Born)
Age: 83
Nationality: Lutetian (Born), Iverian (Naturalized)
Affiliation: Leader of the Bloodstone Pack (Currently)
Human Form
Height: 7'1" (216 cm)
Weight: 383 lbs (174 kg)
Wolf Form (Current Mutation)
Height: 12'3" (375 cm)
Weight: 1,701 lbs (772 kg)
The Man
Standing at seven feet tall, gaunt of face, and broad shouldered, Ragenard is a physically imposing man. His well muscled physique—borne of a hard lifestyle and enhanced by the beast within—is thoroughly crisscrossed by the scars of a hard upbringing and a misspent youth.
While at first glance a brute, it wouldn't take long for an observer to notice the cunning intelligence behind his hazel eyed gaze. The worn-in laugh lines on his face would indicate that despite a near constant scowling visage and sour demeanor, at some point in his life the man knew how to laugh.
The Beast
Standing slightly north of twelve feet tall when on it's hind legs and weighing in at 1,700 lbs, the current mutation of Ragenard's inner wolf can be aptly described as a "black-furred monstrosity". Of an unnatural morphology, bipedal, grotesquely muscled with claws the size of a man's hands and teeth the size of the same's fingers; one could almost be forgiven from giving in to the instinct to take flight when faced with such a monster in a dark alley. At least up until the point where the realization sinks in that the large beast giving chase is not of the lumbering persuasion.
Raging at the memories of a more agile past; by intensely abusing it's prodigious strength, stamina, and superlative regeneration ability, Ragenard's wolf form is capable of feats of speed and athleticism that simply stagger the imagination of those witnessing such from the hulking monster—although some would contend that it is more the blase approach of pushing bone and sinew to it's breaking point repeatedly that do the staggering.
Of particular note is the sheer scale of the beast's power of regeneration, a force so far removed from the norm of it's kind as to label him a monster unto itself. A direct consequence of "the event" upon his physiology decades ago, when his already prodigious natural ability to heal was taxed beyond it's breaking point and circumstances crashed into his body to change it forever.
Ragenard's regenerative abilities can be more accurately measured not against others of his kind, but held in comparison to some of the more ancient examples of his most detested enemies, vampires. One of which found it's accursed blood forever mingled with the man's own innate engine of predatory evolution and further mixed in with a good dose of Fae hexing to form the steadily changing monster he is now, and whose rage may have no horizon.
Not one to know how to show affection without feeling the vulnerability of the act, Ragenard usually keeps friends and family at bay. However, those who know him best know that it is not his gruff words that define his level of caring, but his actions, which are always quick to turn—if brusquely—towards the aid of those he holds close.
Stoic or wrathful may be his most common states of being in public, but privately Ragenard is prone to long bouts of self-deprecation and self-imposed anguish as he battles with the demons of his checkered past, questions the path of his present, and grips with the reality that his future may never answer the question of whether or not he is a man or a monster.