Profile
Name: Suede
Alias: N/A
Age: physically 27, biologically 54 | Birthdate: March 22nd
Race: Garou
Class: Mánagarm
Sex: Male
Origin: Mount Garou | Current Residence: Cyrkensia, Nestra, Nohr
Nationality: Nohrian
A garou stationed under a noble in Cyrkensia. Has an immense loyalty for the man who saved him, willing to do any and everything for that very man. A tad brutish, with a lingering sadism, despite his aloof demeanor. Should Suede gain S-support with another unit, he will have twin children, one boy ( Batik ) and one girl ( Saye ). The most likely to roll on the ground, no matter the condition.
Height: 6'9" [205.74 cm]
Tall, athletic and muscular, Suede towers over most people. Short, choppy white hair adorns his head, messy as he refuses to keep it kempt in any way. Elongated, furry ears take place at the corner of his jaw, coated in black fur, white fur tufts gracing the inside of them. Slanted blood red eyes are near always narrowed, lips always drawn into a smirk or grin. Sometimes bares his teeth when he speaks, to reveal the sharp canines in his mouth. An ID tag is clipped to his left ear. His skin isn’t light but it isn’t too dark either, just the right shade of brown to accent his white hair and bring out the red eyes.
Suede is the laid back and calm guard dog of a noble who resides in Cyrkensia. Despite his outward appearance and chill nature, the garou is a sadist and will do anything and everything he can to see someone in fear and pain. He’s quite overconfident in his skills of intimidation and strength, making it a habit to scare the servants around the estate as well as anyone he happens to meet while out doing work. His overconfidence leads him to be a bit of a fighter, generally snapping his teeth and joking about a fight just to see how someone will react.
He has no qualms with torture, seemingly calm when he goes through with it unless something interesting catches his interest. Dead and damaged things are beautiful to him, the morbid sense of beauty evident in the garou’s mannerisms. Blood strikes his fancy a little too much; the sight, taste, and smell of the metallic liquid makes his senses go a little out of control and make for a wild dog that knows no bounds.
His loyalty to his nobleman stems from the fact that the noble had been the first person to be nice to him when he first arrived at the estate. From there, his joy at seeing the man who gave him a new home and new life has sprung and he will do anything for his master.
