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Name: Gregory Shepherd
Age/Birthday: 17, 12/8/[year]
Height/Weight: 6' 8", 200lbs
Appearance: Black, semi-long, but still short-cut style, hair. Wears black skinny jeans and any color v-neck short-sleeve t-shirt. Shirt of choice: dark emerald green. Wears a green bracelet on his right write, and a black watch on his left. He has a black tail, and his ears are pointed and cat-like, but in the place where human ears would be.Has human feet, but with more fur and pads on the bottom. His hands slightly resemble paws, and a thin layer of fur covers his body. It's thicker on his legs and hands, and he had three parallel scars on his cheek. His eyes are yellow, like a cat's, and his teeth are sharp as well. He has claws on his hands and feet. Often found wearing no shoes. Quite annoyed with his whiskers.
Personality: Shy, short-tempered, antisocial, but kind at heart (and would rather keep that a secret from everyone, ktxbye)
Nationality: Korean and Japanese
Species: 10% Black Panther
Tent: Mustella
Powers: Can deflect projectiles, can lessen visibility until he is nearly invisible unless wet. Snakes render all powers useless.
Background: He lived in the labs until he was nine, and escaped in meltdown of the facility. He lived on his own for six years, then lived with a vet for two more years. Learned basic first-aid from her. She became like a mother to him, but was killed in a car-crash two months before he found Mutant Refuge.
Interesting Facts: He can't write English well, and is absolutely terrified of snakes.
Classes: Human Studies, Combat Training, Language
Gregory stumbled through the thick forest, vision blurred. After just having gotten into a fight with [insert native animal here that isn't Chess], he was quite a mess. His arms were covered in injuries, and he would soon have another scar on his face, right along his jaw this time. His shirt was quite a wreck, too. Not to mention that it was raining, which didn't help at all. He came across a large clearing with... tents? He tripped over who-knows what, hitting his head painfully against the ground. He cursed quietly, curling into a ball to try and stop the painful throbbing. His vision started to blur further, the world spinning. He tried his best to stay awake, but ended up passing out.
Age/Birthday: 17, 12/8/[year]
Height/Weight: 6' 8", 200lbs
Appearance: Black, semi-long, but still short-cut style, hair. Wears black skinny jeans and any color v-neck short-sleeve t-shirt. Shirt of choice: dark emerald green. Wears a green bracelet on his right write, and a black watch on his left. He has a black tail, and his ears are pointed and cat-like, but in the place where human ears would be.Has human feet, but with more fur and pads on the bottom. His hands slightly resemble paws, and a thin layer of fur covers his body. It's thicker on his legs and hands, and he had three parallel scars on his cheek. His eyes are yellow, like a cat's, and his teeth are sharp as well. He has claws on his hands and feet. Often found wearing no shoes. Quite annoyed with his whiskers.
Personality: Shy, short-tempered, antisocial, but kind at heart (and would rather keep that a secret from everyone, ktxbye)
Nationality: Korean and Japanese
Species: 10% Black Panther
Tent: Mustella
Powers: Can deflect projectiles, can lessen visibility until he is nearly invisible unless wet. Snakes render all powers useless.
Background: He lived in the labs until he was nine, and escaped in meltdown of the facility. He lived on his own for six years, then lived with a vet for two more years. Learned basic first-aid from her. She became like a mother to him, but was killed in a car-crash two months before he found Mutant Refuge.
Interesting Facts: He can't write English well, and is absolutely terrified of snakes.
Classes: Human Studies, Combat Training, Language
Gregory stumbled through the thick forest, vision blurred. After just having gotten into a fight with [insert native animal here that isn't Chess], he was quite a mess. His arms were covered in injuries, and he would soon have another scar on his face, right along his jaw this time. His shirt was quite a wreck, too. Not to mention that it was raining, which didn't help at all. He came across a large clearing with... tents? He tripped over who-knows what, hitting his head painfully against the ground. He cursed quietly, curling into a ball to try and stop the painful throbbing. His vision started to blur further, the world spinning. He tried his best to stay awake, but ended up passing out.
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XD i would love to see him and Phantom meet someday, or you know fight or something since Phantom's all about fighting.