NAME: Brad (last name unknown)
PRIMARY MARTIAL ARTS: Aikido, Ninjitsu
FAVORITE WEAPON(S): Dual Desert Eagle's with special luminescent bullets, Titanium (luminescently laced) Scythe, Chain Whip
LOOKS: Black, shaggy hair with blood red highlights and black eyeliner. Tribal tattoo's on the palm/wrist/arm area. Chin pierced with a stud.
CLOTHING: Black cloak. Longsleeve, black button down shirt with a symbol over the chest. Black cargo pants, steel toed shoes.
TRANSPORTATION: Black '65 Ford Mustang, upgraded to have 600+ horsepower and upwards of 500 torque. Custom sideskirt, halogen headlights, and front and rear bumpers are just some of the perks that this Mustang has.
BACK STORY: His parents were not killed by Lycans, oh no. After his dad was roughed up at his job, Brad went out into his back courtyard and yelled to the Gods to get revenge. A passing vampire heard this and bit him, making him swear a blood oath to his clan. Brad was consumed by his needs and slaughtered his own parents before being rescued by the Clan Vanrir.
Yells from the crowd seemed endless. The fully-transformed Lycan let out a loud yell and charged the cloaked man. With a yelp, the wolf lept at him. With a quick flick of his wrist, his cloak was off and a scythe was exposed, slicing both of the front legs of the Lycan clean off. "Fuckin' pathetic." the man said. The crowd erupted in cheers as their hero had beaten the 'man eating beast' once again. "BRAD! BRAD! BRAD!" the crowd yelled. Brad smiled and waved a little, then with little effort he jumped at least 100 ft into the crowd. He sang a little song and happily cleaned his scythe. "When you're blue and you dunno where to go to why dontcha go where fashion sits.." he sang. Brad whistled the rest with a grin on his face and warmth in his heart as he walked off toward the exit of the arena. "Well well, my pants are vibrating." And they were, too. It was his phone, a Motorola Razor. It was the black one. Sexy, if I do say so myself. "Heeeeey, what's up?" "Get to my office. Now." the man said. He didn't sound too happy. Brad clicked his phone. "Shit, he didn't sound too happy." Five minutes later, Brad was in front of the mans office chatting up his secretary. "So.. want to go hang out later? I know of a spot where the moon looks absolu-" "GET THE FUCK IN HERE!" "Yes sir!" he whimpered and hopped into his office. "Who the fuck's this guy? He smells funny." he said to the man, presumably his boss. A man sat in the chair.
(I used alot of pronouns in this paragraph. Fuck it, eh?)