Fraisure, Angel Quentin

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Angel Quentin Fraisure !
| Quiet | Protective | Loving |

[BASICS]
... easy to say
Name:Angel Seamus Fraisure
Nicknames: Do you really wanna call me names
Age: 275
Birthdate: September 15th 1975
Gender:Male
Species:Bitten Lycan
Member Group: Commoner
Canon or Original:Original

[THE LOOKS]
... don't let them get to you
Height:6'8”
Weight:250lbs
Build:Muscular
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Brown
Wolf & Werewolf form: Large... that is a good way to describe any form that Angel takes. He is simply put one of the single largest Lycans in the Guard at this point in time. His fur is a shade between Brown and Red almost identical to his natural skin color, which is odd comparing him to other wolves who tend to adapt to their hair color. His eyes are a deep somber brown that seems to make him come off more like a puppy than a massive beast in either form.

However his four legged Wolven form is not the scary part, yes he is noticeably larger than his brethren in that form but he isn’t really scary until he shifts into his true werewolf form. His body somehow taking on a height that towers at 12 feet 5 inches. This makes for over 600 pounds of Raw furious Lycan strength and power. His coat is a shaggy color that almost seems like a rusty red Brown almost comparable to that of dried blood and his eyes seem to collect an odd red tint to them. His fangs and claws are noticeably larger due to his size with his canines having been measured at over 6 inches in length. His claws are at least as long and possibly sharper.


[INSIDE]
who you really are...
Personality:

Who is the man that is Angel Fraisure, he is a man born human and not of the world that is the Lycan and supernatural. As such his views upon the things he see's are and have been unique though as time has continued on he has learned much and done even more. He can come off as clumsy or less than intelligent though it is more that he simply prefers not to speak to many of the Lycans... finding them to be less than knowledgeable than they should be and often times idiot liars.

On the other hand he is very intelligent in the ways of War and combat, and oddly insightful from the way he was raised. He is naturally a fierce protector and would put himself to harm in order to protect his mate, Summer, or her sister Dawn. Depending on the soldier he is working with at any given time and how he feels about him he may even protect them as well. His combat style tends to be less predictable than most due to his training from his people before he was a lycan and the experience he has gained since he became a lycan. In the end he is a Quiet, reserved, protective and loving man... that you should have next to you rather than against you.


Likes:

• Summer Roseburn- Fraisure
  
• Moonlit walks on the beach
  
• His heritage
  
• His Claymore
  
• Walking within the forest with the animals

Dislikes:

• People that harm his forest friends
  
• People that harm Summer
  
• Talking to crowds
  
• Fighting
  
• That he and Summer have not had a litter of pups

Strengths:
What kind of Strengths could a beast the size of Angel have. Most noticeble is the simple physical strength that he possesses. He has while in his human and as such weakest state been known to bench press over 700 pounds. Which is well beyond double his natural body weight.

More than this he is remarkably durable and hard to actually stop once he starts moving. If you wish to compare him to anything liken him to a massive tank. He takes damage that would put others on their knees and keeps going with out stopping mostly due to a massive level of endurance.

While he is far from being fast there is a subtle grace to him that tends to be a counter to his size. It has lead to him knowing how to move with utter silence through most terrains over the tears. This appears as a surefooted that not all lycans posses in even the most slick and troublesome situations.

Finally there is the simple training that he gained as a Cherokee warrior, He was born as part of the people and was trained under their traditions and combat skills. Over time he has added to this knowledge and ability making him a fierce and cunning warrior.


Weaknesses:

As to the weaknesses to him, they are wide and varied and rather noticeable if one spends any time near him at all. Due to his physical mass he has massive power but in the process has lost a lot of the speed that many Lycans enjoy... that isn't to say he isn’t fast by human standards but rather that by the eyes and abilities of Lycans he is ranked among the slowest physically.

To add to this he has absolutely no agility, again due to his massive mass, he simply can't perform actions that other Lycans have even with the natural agility of a lycan as such he really cant change directions easily and tends to go through things than chase them down. Again think of him as a Tank... Moving forward he can travel and have almost nothing stop him but make him turn and he has to slow and move his bulk then start moving again.

Finally is his combat style, even though trained in the use of Bows and Arrows and many other Native weapons, he has grown to prefer weapons more suited to his size such as Full auto Machine guns(generally chambered with silver Armor piercing rounds) and or a massive Claymore with a silver edged blade. Simply because he tends to have to control lycans anyway.

Beyond that he will do anything for his Mate Summer and wonders how a dunce like him ever managed to get her attention... let alone her to become his mate.

Slow, Prefers close range over long range battle

Family Members:

James Michael Fraisure ~ Father (deceased)
DYANI ~ Mother (deseased)
Summer Roseburn- Fraisure ~ Mate/ Wife
Dawn Roseburn ~ Sister in law
David Roseburn (retired guard) ~ Father in law
Jewel Samuel-Roseburn ~ Mother in law

History: Angel Fraisure, that is what he is called but not who he has always been. In all honesty over the years his past has blurred to the point that his birth name could hardly be recalled. He was Born in 1890, In a Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation. It was here as his people were placed into their new home by the white man that he grew up. Even at a young age he was an oddity due to the fact that he grew to be hardier and larger than others. As to why none could really explain. It was not until he was older that he actually understood why he was bigger than his brothers and Sisters among the Tribes. The main fact is that he was not just a cheyenne... as his mother told him she had been taken as mate by a white man and that the spirits had granted him a gift in his size and that he should use it as such.

As with other young members of the tribes he was taught all the old ways and as such grew up not understanding the life they lived as their were always white men among them though they were not of them. Some of them seemed nice some of them hurt the Cheyenne and tried to use them for acts that were in the end detestable as the Cheyenne Nations were less than those of the White man. It was in this age that that he grew up with the name Ho'neeme'ehne or Rising wolf. It was as he became a man, that his mother told him that his father hadn't actually died as she had always told him and the tribes but rather that he was a white man that lived near the reservation.

Unsure as to what to do he ended up tracking the person that gave him life and upon locating him realized that the man had no idea as to whom the man before him was. Over time the young man of mixed heritage talked to a learned about the white man. Including his family name Fraisure. It was not long after that on an early night as he walked home wondering about many things he heard a bone chilling howl upon the winds. To him it sounded as a wolf but louder and heavier and then came the screams. Running as fast as he could he came upon a site that he would never forget. His mother being torn apart by a mad beast of fur and claws.

Without thinking he hurtled upon the human shaped animal, what he thought was a wolf spirit come to attack the people for loosing their way. He fought with the strength of his body but the beast was not a normal animal and though in the end it was chased off by a newly arrived warrior. The damage had been done and his mother was dead. Most of the tribe survived and only a few had actually ended up contracting the Lycanthropy virus. Leaving the Reservation, running from the pain he could hardly explain why he left or where he ran only that he kept moving. For the next month he ran not knowing what was running in his blood from his battle with the Lycan.

In the end he ran for a month, and as he lay watching the moon rise on the ancient plains he felt a change in himself and then nothing but the power. His body shattering and reforming as his own lips screamed out in a howl of pain. Only flashes of that night after the first change remain to him as he had no control of the power, or the rage of the beast. Of course he had been followed by a young warrior charged to keep the knowledge of Lycans and other groups secret by the king of Lycans himself. After all they had no desire to fight a war against the Humans. It was a long night for the lady warrior and the mad new born Lycan. By morning, Fraisure the Cheyenne that had ran from his people afraid of retribution for fighting an spirit lay upon the ground scars forming across his dark skin.

He followed her obediently as he he spent the days following beating himself up over his Curse, In those next few years as he followed Dawn and was taught by her to control the change. He honestly believed that the Wolf Spirit that had attacked his mother had cursed him for trying to protect her and as such would do nothing to protect himself. However he did start to view the Warrior as a kindred soul and much as a man could see a sister. It was through her friendship that he gained some semblance of normalcy to his life. More than this he became personally loyal to the warrior, and began to view her as his Alpha of sorts.

Eventually, Dawn invited him to dinner with her family after returning to the isle and he did as she requested and found some reason to see beyond what he saw as a curse. It was in Summer the Fraternal Twin of Dawn that he found a reason to live through this curse. It was from this point that he took to trying to gain her hand and after a number of decades he did in fact gain not only a mate but an actual name as his mate decided that his birth name was horrible to pronounce so she instead took to calling him her Angel... seeming to think he protected her sister, or that someone had brought her to him. Either way the name stuck and as such he as been Angel to all around him... many not even remembering the name he was born to. As the decades went by he joined the guard and steadily rose up through the ranks until Dawn took the position of caption of the guard and named him her second in command... There he has been since, serving silently to protect his Mates sister and those that needed is as a Guardian Angel should...


[THE PUPPETEER]
... behind the curtain
Alias: Crispy
Experience: Long enough
How you found us:I found out of the ceiling
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