Location: St. Mary, Jamaica
Team: Solo Villain
Strength: standard (rank 1)
Agility: standard (rank 1)
Mind: standard (rank 1)
Body: standard (rank 1)
Spirit: (rank )
Charisma: (rank )
Infamy Points: -25
Personal Wins: 1
Personal Losses: 5
Team Wins: 0
Team Losses: 0
Tourney Wins: 0
Tourney Losses: 0
Werewolf? Pshaw. I DID NOT want to be a werewolf. Werewolves were too overrated. I wanted something more bad-ass.
I came from a Shifter family. Most Shifters' beast forms are decided by genetics and heredity, but for the Vanguards, we were born with neutral Shifter genes; having no predisposition nor affinity for any any animal species. As a result, when we reached adolescence, we all had to go on a Spirit Walk to find our Totem, that is, our animal spirit. The first Totem that we found and accepted would become our beast form.
Now, most of the guys wanted to be 'wolves. Yeah, werewolves are pretty bad ass, with that ability to combine their human and beast forms to make a vicious half-human/half-wolf creature, and all that, but still, I wanted more firepower. I mean, real firepower. So by the time I had become 14, and was ready to find my Totem, I had decided that I wanted to be a weredragon.
The problem, though, was finding a live dragon. You see, for an animal spirit to be existent in the Spirit or Dream World as a Totem, there had to be parallel flesh-and-blood animals living in the natural world. And dragons were not supposed to be even real.
I had a theory, though. With dragons featured in so many cultures, they had to have been real at some point in history, so I checked my friend, Shaman - Yeah, corny, I know - A shaman named Shaman, but no one knows his real name and he won't tell. Anyways, Shaman, has Spirit Walked in the past before, and has sent people back in time for Spirit Walks. So, based on my theory, I sent him to hunt me a dragon.
Everyone, and I mean, everyone laughed at me and tried to dissuade me. But why try stop me and warn me of possible dangers if dragons weren't real? How can an imaginary beast hurt me?
I didn't listen to any of their ridicule or warnings. I can be real stubborn when I want something.
Anyways, can you imagine how overjoyed I was when Shaman finally told me, that he had finally found a dragon in the Spirit world, living in some plane couple millenia ago?
Take that in your pipe Pa and Ma and smoke it! I had whooped for joy then. To be truthful, I had felt a little incredulous and anxious too. For in spite of my convictions, dragons are pretty intimidating monsters. Anyway, a little Totem-fear wasn't going to stop me from achieving my goal.
So on the Spirit-walk we went. All around me in the murky ether as my spirit flew along, I saw little images of events occuring in history slipping by in low-quality Puddle-and-Stream TV. That's what my brother, Eric, calls it, because the images look like they're being shown in puddles and streams.
Anyways, to the good part. Meeting the dragon. I could have shitted myself. Dragons are not only fricking dangerous and ugly, not only do they have that horns, fangs and claws thing going on, but they breathe fricking fire! And they charm with their eyes!
Anyways, with Shaman ready to yank me back to the present at any time, I ran straight at that dragon and leapt into his body before I had time to think and freak myself to indecision or uncertainty. And before that dragon had time to roast me or sink its claws and teeth into me. You see, if you die in Spirit world, then your spirit dies and you're dead. That's why the Spirit Walk for a Totem can be a dangerous thing. That's why so many people prefer wolves (which are basically dogs- easily domesticated). And that's why Ma and Pa practically chewed my ears off, cussing when I got back. Shaman did too, although I couldn't see why he did that, as he was the one who brought me anyways. I thought that was hypocritical.
Anyways, I had got what I had wanted. I always get what I want. And I didn't see anything that could stop me from getting what I wanted now.
I was a freaking WEREDRAGON! Maybe the the First and Only Ever!
What I had not counted on, was the dragons rage and brutality. The beast within lives for destruction. Hence, now more than twenty years later, I am known as a killer, destroyer, the Ravager. Don't blame me, blame the dragon in me. But what the heck- I love it, anyway!
Fire: superior (rank 2)
Whenever I transform, I can breathe balls and streams of fire. Nothing makes you feel like a god like laying cities to waste with just a puff of your breath.
Mind Control: superior (rank 2)
Never look a dragon in the eye! Why? Because we charm with just a moment's eye contact. One look and your soul is mine! Well, not really your soul, but you get the picture. Too bad that it doesn't work as much on someone with True Faith. But hey, it's a kick-ass ability just the same. And guess what? I can charm whether I'm transformed or not. I take your mind whether in human or dragon form!
The only downside is that sometime the dragon Totem strives to impose its will on me, though how it manages to attempt the dragonscharm from within is beyond me. Does it gaze into the eyes of my soul?
Flight: standard (rank 1)
Soaring in the sky, the wind tugging at your wings. Nothing better. Apart from torching a village or two while soaring in the sky, the wind tugging at your wings. Does God feel this good?
Armor: standard (rank 1)
Men and their guns! When will they learn? My scales are bulletproof bitch! Now burn!
Uhh... What happened? Damn dragon took over again!
Hey, who through that pitchfork? Die, bitch!