At his statue, he is an intimidating figure. Over seven feet in height, his weight is a bit un-proportionate as he is rather lithe for a tall individual. Sleek like a feline. He's not skinny, but he's no muscle bound brick house. Some would say his tone is that of a powerful swimmer. He has an uncanny grace for someone with his size, a pantheresque stride. Silent, swift, and perhaps revealing of just how deadly this person could be if crossed. He is often quiet, his name given to him during birth was appropriate. Tawainila; Silent One in Cherokee. When he does speak, something that is a rarity, his low, baritone voice is within a perpetual growl. His attire is always normal, laid back. Black jeans with a tucked in white T-shirt, a metallic buckle with a howling wolf is latched to his belt of black leather. A pair of steel toed boots, black of course, adorn his feet, over his broad back a light weight and slightly beat up leather jacket and upon his hands, a pair of fingerless leather gloves. Always upon his visage are a pair of dark shades. When, and if he decides to remove them, one would note his eyes to be of a rare color. A dull jade with a hint of topaz circling the iris. There is something almost cat like, or wolfish in that gaze. A long blanket of black hair settles against his back save for two micro-thin braids. Braids that frame the sides of his face just in front of his ears. Tied to the end of the right one is an ebony feather with a crimson tip. It is easy to tell that he is of native descent, it's heard in his voice, seen within his features, and vividly revealed in his carriage.
Only one, besides himself, truly knows, and understands his past. Some say he was once a Garou that had became embraced, and thus is an Abomination, though those who have started that particular rumor ended up vanishing, never to be heard again. Some say he was a Gangrel that was with Xavier when the New York happenings went down, and that he was one of the new "independents" that hired out his fang and claw to both Camarilla and Sabbat. This has yet to be proven. His loyalty to the Camarilla seems to be unwavering, even if he does find pleasure in destroying other Cainites. It's his job. Others say he has an uncanny connection with the wolf changers, the lupines as it is very curious as to how, and why, they tend to befriend him. Woe to the one that dares to harm a Garou in front of him.
You defied the will of the Prince.
You've broken the traditions.....
......disregarded the Masquerade.....
.....and generally pissed me off.
I'll give you a chance before I kill you.
You got a five-second head start.
And pal.....
....that was ten seconds ago.
Are you the hunted, or the Hunter?
