Name: Morrigan "Gale" Hellviti
Appearance: A tall 6' woman with an intimidatingly bulky build, making extreme use of every bit of muscle. She has a pale white skin colour with short cut white hair. Her ears and tail are grey colour, with white insides. Her eyes are hazel coloured. Upon transformation she is a Kenai Peninsula wolf of the same colour as her canine features, and even large for that extinct species.
-Primary: Chain Gun
-Secondary: Shoulder Mounted Rocket launchers. Check out the picture of Jim, Tychus, and their Guild War Pals. IT HAS BEEN DONE! Kind of. But Gauss Cannons have got to be about as heavy as Chain Gun,
-Just gonna say her fists and energy shield could be very dangerous weapons.
Abilities: (2-4 for starters)
Mozan Form- Switch to the massive Kenai Peninsula Wolf that she is also.
Morrigan charges, stampeding anybody in her way with massive blows and shoves and stomping on them if they are underfoot.
The shield mounted on Morrigan's arm charges up greatly, increasing its size to be that of a tower shield compared to her massive armour, allowing it to block more easily with less effort. Additionally, any enemy to close to it, or slammed, have jolts of plasma shield jump out at them. The shield shuts off entirely afterwards until her armour has provided enough energy to the battery to sustain the shield. For safety reasons the shield cannot be overcharged again until the battery is filled up.
Morrigan spent her life training in several different CQC techniques, building up strength, playing athletics, and just overall, being pushed hard, as she was the one who showed the most possible chance of survival through years of combat over her sisters and one brother. Morrigan has been pushed to extremes,making her a powerful foe. Due to this same strength that she has gained from these extremes, she has also shown a preference to heavy weaponry, in which she uses with deadly efficiency. Through everything but strategy, in which they prepared a scenario she had never considered before, she showed flying colours, bringing her into the DireWOLF regiment of the WHC.
Name: Rhys Ryfel
Appearance: Unkempt black hair that looks like its due date to be cut is about a year late. Ocean blue eyes peak out from within the mess of hair that covers his face. Adorning his body are quite a few scars from his reckless behavior. He is an athletic and skinny build. His canines have been filed as well to make them sharper.
Weapons: The F-173 'Mauler' Shotgun and a P-5173 'Hot Momma' Plasma AR, and strapped to his side is a nice foot and a half long dagger, with a very sharp blade. The pistol as well.
Abilities: (2-4 for starters)
Rhys Ryfel is masochistic and sadistic, and all pain inflicted upon others and himself only bolsters him, making him fight harder and harder in a trigger happy fit of laughter and gunfire. Oh, and the occasional decapitation, You knew the risks to not have that helmet on, Joe! Don't give me that look!
Hear those poor souls? Well, the paranormal do. And so will you when your hear this sonic boom. The power of sound knocks those within a two meter radius off their feet and reverberates through the metal of the next eight. If you are unlucky enough to be standing on it, well, you didn't need your legs, did you?
Tear 'em Up!-
What else do I have in my bag of magic tricks. Oh, here's my nice little Shredder Grenades, now with twice the fragments at 150% of the velocity! Nice. More powerful, more shards, and more chaotic rampages! !@#$, where's the husband? I don't want them to get to Heaven without him!
There once was a little boy named Timmy... Wait no. His name was Rhys. Rhys Ryfel. Yeah, he was an aggressive young boy, considered one of the meanest bullies in his schools, all except for one year. That summer the usurper and his family seemed to just up and disappear. The boy always expressed a love for violence, and on more than one occasion was taking out hunting with his father, always volunteering to skin the animals, usually whistling a tune as he did so. Damn, what a helpful boy, eh?
Anyways, upon the legal age to join the military, he began searching through military organizations. None stuck out except for the WHC. The reasons:
Dominion: Too boring and mainstream.
Umojan: Too guard operation based.
Raynor's Raiders: Too righteous.
Kel-Morians: They were behind the curve.
Diablo's Armies of Hell: They aren't even in this universe. Don't know where he found the flyer. We should blame Knarled and his blasted company. All in favor of suing?
Zerg; Would rip him apart.
Protoss: Too righteous.
WOLF's Head Commandos: Damn son. These guys high tech military that is filled with a bunch of vicious mutts! Count him in.
Luckily the first two tests were strategy and fighting. The former being about how to best remove a threat, in which he said destroy, scar the land with blood and salt, leave the bodies of POWs to rot on their own land, and draw a Zerg force to the capital city. That way even if some do survive, they will be too busy pissing their pants to ever rise up again, and their allies will be the same.
The other was passed with flying colours from brutal efficiency. But this led to the psychological test. Did you know psychiatrists accept bribes? And besides, the way Rhys acted was no worse than if he were to be a completely feral animal. So there he was, accepted and ready to take on any challenge, with his happy trigger finger.
Edited by ShadowFury on 3/26/2014 10:06 PM PDT