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Description
General

Name: Cage

Gender: Male

Age: 132 (looks about 25)

Lycan Breed: Sadalies

Status: Guardian

Marital Status: Single

Date of Birth: 9/20/1885

Place of Birth: England

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Likes: The taste of fresh meat, the feel of the wind streaming through his pelt during a lengthy patrolling run, the frigid cold of the winter months, training, fighting, and performing his pack duties

Dislikes: Spring time, hot weather, watching a lot of TV, being inside for a large amount of time, the eerie sound of fingernails scrapping against a chalk board, and to think of his past.

Fears/Weakness: his tends to ride on his emotions sometimes, and though he is a loner he fears being truly alone.

Human Details

Profession: He was an business man in his days as a human but in becoming a werewolf he took to labors of his hands, crafting things of warfare and training his body to be a deadly weapon in itself.

Race: Caucasian

Height: 6” 8’

Weight: 350lb

Eye Color: Deep Sapphire

Hair Color: Raven Black

Distinguishing Traits: He has a set of three thick claw marks trailing down the right side of his face left there by Sage. The marks are no longer pink in color but the scar tissue is raised slightly and clearly visible.
Any other important Appearance information: Tanned skin and muscular.

Personality: Cage is a strange man indeed, he is very solemn and serious most of the time but he does have his lighthearted days when he can joke and have fun. He will only let down his guard if he is close to you and unless you know him very well you won’t likely ever see his playful side. The tragedies of his past have really made him a bitter sort but he is a very kind hearted man deep down under the rough. He is not a man of weakness and he is loyal beyond comparison, that being said however, it takes a lot to truly earn his loyalty and respect. He is very protective over those he cares most about and though he generally avoids conflict he will raise hell to stand up for himself or for someone he loves. He loves to be outside and you can usually expect him to be out and about in his wolf form either patrolling or simply exploring.

Wolf Form Details

Class: Bitten

Date of Bite: 3/23/ 1905

Breed: Arctic

Temperament: Dominant

Pelt Colors: Chocolate Brown

Distinguishing Marks: none

Any other important Appearance information: He is a fairly large wolf, since he is large in human form as well

More General

Family Details: All of his family is deceased except for his sister Bree who is also a member of the manor.

History Before The Manor:
As a young man Cage gained much wealth through investing in the manufacturing of the Adams (an English automobile). As a result of the wealth he found that he could indulge himself in luxuries that many others could not afford and he became quite spoiled and selfish. Though as a young lad his mother had taught him far better morals he was quick to abandon her teachings in the face of greed and he was slowly rotting from the inside out.
He had never truly fallen in love before in his short life and he had no idea what true love was like yet nightly he found himself in bed with one woman after another giving in to his lusty desires and not caring what people may think of him. Slowly but surely he was losing himself in the depths of his overwhelming sins, and with the fading of each day a little more of his soul was worn away. He never had any inkling that his life would soon be changed forever.
On the evening of March the 23rd 1905, a chill breeze was twisting through the trees despite the recent onset of spring. Cage thought it was odd that it was so frigid out this late in March though he didn’t think it any symbol of foreboding. His life was at its peak so what on Earth did he have to be worried or afraid of? He was strolling leisurely down the old brick road in the downtown quarter, his glossy black cane held in one hand and his smooth velvet waistcoat hugging around his thick muscular abdomen in a show of vanity. He didn’t usually venture so far from home for a simple call girl. But this woman was not just that…..no there was something about her, something alluring and dangerous and though he had only just glimpsed her from afar he had not had enough of her. Using one of his information resource collecting employees he gathered the woman’s whereabouts and now he was determined to have a word with her if not more. He didn’t know for sure if she was in fact a call girl but part of him hoped she was because he had all the money in the world to offer her…..
He reached the address that had been messily scrawled on the folded piece of paper that was now tucked down into his pocket. The doorway was small and built into the side of a narrow alleyway, a very uncanny place to be standing in the dead of night unfortunately for the big man. He shook off the chill that ran down his spine and gave the door a firm ‘tap tap’. In an inhumanly quick moment the door was being drawn back and the face of a woman was peering out at him, her brilliant silver eyes catching the moon’s rays and glimmering very becomingly despite her deep scowl toward him. “Well that was quick errr……Hi Madam!,” he fumbled over the words as he struggled to speak. Never before had he had any falter in his self-confidence but right then he actually felt nervousness fluttering up in his gut and for the life of him he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.
After a long jumbled greeting and explanation of his midnight trek to her home he was received inside and with much effort in charming the beautiful woman he was finally making headway in his pursuit to bed down with her. Or so he thought. There he stood bare of all clothing, his tanned skin glowing pallid in the moonlight that was washing over him through the tiny window in the shabby little home. His features twisted in a wicked smirk as he watched the dark-haired woman sauntering closer, she was ripping away the thick fabrics of her dress with every slow step she took and by the time she stood mere inches from him she too was bare of every ounce of clothing.
“So achingly beautiful…..” he hissed into her ear as he grabbed her up into his arms and backed toward the tiny bed that was situated in the far corner. “You’ll be the best one yet my love…….and I will pay you handsomely….,”
Pain and fire ripped into the middle of his neck just then and he stumbled to the ground writhing. The werewolf had bitten him deep enough to kill but his will to survive saw him through. He lived through the violence of his change and by the time he was sane enough to think about anything but the pain of it the woman was long gone and he knew he could never return to his old life

History After the Manor:

Description
General

Name: Cage

Gender: Male

Age: 132 (looks about 25)

Lycan Breed: Sadalies

Status: Guardian

Marital Status: Single

Date of Birth: 9/20/1885

Place of Birth: England

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Likes: The taste of fresh meat, the feel of the wind streaming through his pelt during a lengthy patrolling run, the frigid cold of the winter months, training, fighting, and performing his pack duties

Dislikes: Spring time, hot weather, watching a lot of TV, being inside for a large amount of time, the eerie sound of fingernails scrapping against a chalk board, and to think of his past.

Fears/Weakness: his tends to ride on his emotions sometimes, and though he is a loner he fears being truly alone.

Human Details

Profession: He was an business man in his days as a human but in becoming a werewolf he took to labors of his hands, crafting things of warfare and training his body to be a deadly weapon in itself.

Race: Caucasian

Height: 6” 8’

Weight: 350lb

Eye Color: Deep Sapphire

Hair Color: Raven Black

Distinguishing Traits: He has a set of three thick claw marks trailing down the right side of his face left there by Sage. The marks are no longer pink in color but the scar tissue is raised slightly and clearly visible.
Any other important Appearance information: Tanned skin and muscular.

Personality: Cage is a strange man indeed, he is very solemn and serious most of the time but he does have his lighthearted days when he can joke and have fun. He will only let down his guard if he is close to you and unless you know him very well you won’t likely ever see his playful side. The tragedies of his past have really made him a bitter sort but he is a very kind hearted man deep down under the rough. He is not a man of weakness and he is loyal beyond comparison, that being said however, it takes a lot to truly earn his loyalty and respect. He is very protective over those he cares most about and though he generally avoids conflict he will raise hell to stand up for himself or for someone he loves. He loves to be outside and you can usually expect him to be out and about in his wolf form either patrolling or simply exploring.

Wolf Form Details

Class: Bitten

Date of Bite: 3/23/ 1905

Breed: Arctic

Temperament: Dominant

Pelt Colors: Chocolate Brown

Distinguishing Marks: none

Any other important Appearance information: He is a fairly large wolf, since he is large in human form as well

More General

Family Details: All of his family is deceased except for his sister Bree who is also a member of the manor.

History Before The Manor:
As a young man Cage gained much wealth through investing in the manufacturing of the Adams (an English automobile). As a result of the wealth he found that he could indulge himself in luxuries that many others could not afford and he became quite spoiled and selfish. Though as a young lad his mother had taught him far better morals he was quick to abandon her teachings in the face of greed and he was slowly rotting from the inside out.
He had never truly fallen in love before in his short life and he had no idea what true love was like yet nightly he found himself in bed with one woman after another giving in to his lusty desires and not caring what people may think of him. Slowly but surely he was losing himself in the depths of his overwhelming sins, and with the fading of each day a little more of his soul was worn away. He never had any inkling that his life would soon be changed forever.
On the evening of March the 23rd 1905, a chill breeze was twisting through the trees despite the recent onset of spring. Cage thought it was odd that it was so frigid out this late in March though he didn’t think it any symbol of foreboding. His life was at its peak so what on Earth did he have to be worried or afraid of? He was strolling leisurely down the old brick road in the downtown quarter, his glossy black cane held in one hand and his smooth velvet waistcoat hugging around his thick muscular abdomen in a show of vanity. He didn’t usually venture so far from home for a simple call girl. But this woman was not just that…..no there was something about her, something alluring and dangerous and though he had only just glimpsed her from afar he had not had enough of her. Using one of his information resource collecting employees he gathered the woman’s whereabouts and now he was determined to have a word with her if not more. He didn’t know for sure if she was in fact a call girl but part of him hoped she was because he had all the money in the world to offer her…..
He reached the address that had been messily scrawled on the folded piece of paper that was now tucked down into his pocket. The doorway was small and built into the side of a narrow alleyway, a very uncanny place to be standing in the dead of night unfortunately for the big man. He shook off the chill that ran down his spine and gave the door a firm ‘tap tap’. In an inhumanly quick moment the door was being drawn back and the face of a woman was peering out at him, her brilliant silver eyes catching the moon’s rays and glimmering very becomingly despite her deep scowl toward him. “Well that was quick errr……Hi Madam!,” he fumbled over the words as he struggled to speak. Never before had he had any falter in his self-confidence but right then he actually felt nervousness fluttering up in his gut and for the life of him he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.
After a long jumbled greeting and explanation of his midnight trek to her home he was received inside and with much effort in charming the beautiful woman he was finally making headway in his pursuit to bed down with her. Or so he thought. There he stood bare of all clothing, his tanned skin glowing pallid in the moonlight that was washing over him through the tiny window in the shabby little home. His features twisted in a wicked smirk as he watched the dark-haired woman sauntering closer, she was ripping away the thick fabrics of her dress with every slow step she took and by the time she stood mere inches from him she too was bare of every ounce of clothing.
“So achingly beautiful…..” he hissed into her ear as he grabbed her up into his arms and backed toward the tiny bed that was situated in the far corner. “You’ll be the best one yet my love…….and I will pay you handsomely….,”
Pain and fire ripped into the middle of his neck just then and he stumbled to the ground writhing. The werewolf had bitten him deep enough to kill but his will to survive saw him through. He lived through the violence of his change and by the time he was sane enough to think about anything but the pain of it the woman was long gone and he knew he could never return to his old life

History After the Manor: