[ Ruins ]

He was born in strife-torn Eastern Europe. Where exactly he won't say. It's not important. It's his human history; it ceased to matter when he Changed. Even so he speaks with a slight accent, Slavic but otherwise unplaceable.

It's hard to say what he was like as a boy. He always possessed a subtly compelling force of personality, that much is certain. He may have been a ringleader of boys who skipped school in order to crouch behind barbed wire fences to gaze wide-eyed, and increasingly unaffectedly, at wholesale slaughter and bloodshed. He may have read profusely, filling his mind with solemn and arrogant knowledge that made him superior to the rest. He may have stolen and killed. He may have done all this and more; all that is certain is what he is today.

Post-Change.
Post-Garou Nation.

What he is, is a remarkably ruthless creature. Possessive and possessing. Blithely callous and idly unkind, capable of enormous, casual cruelty. Physically powerful. Physically domineering, and he knows it, and he uses it. Those he perceives himself to be dominant to he treats as his possessions. Playthings for him to use and break and cast aside without a thought. Tools for him to exploit.

There is very little malice in most of what he does. You might think this makes it worse, even more inexcuseable, but that is before you see what atrocities he is capable of in his malice.

What he also is, is a remarkably talented war theurge. Strong. Powerful. Spirits bow to the might of his personality, and when they do not, he forces them into submission. For this his Tribe salutes him. For this he is respected, feared - but never, ever trusted or liked.

That is perfectly fine with him. Let them think you are trustworthy and they will soon think you are weak as well.

His grin is dark and always hides something.
It keeps them on their toes.