Full Name: Trekirem Duskfang Wildfire
Race: Beastman - Wolf
Affiliations: Wildfire Tribe
Rank: Tribe Champion
Titles of Note: Aglon Arena Champion (earned a statue)
Age: 29 (Adult)
Gender: Male
Height: 7'5"
Weight: 405 lbs. (strength of 48)
Fur: Pitch Black, coarse outer coat, soft undercoat
Eyes: Bright Green
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

The monster that stood before you towered over the average human, it's body a continually undulating tide of thick black fur floating over tense muscle and thick hide.

The predator had a long face, it's eyes sunken in slightly, bright green, keen and quick, eager to spot prey and chase it down - to wrap that long muzzle filled with bone white razors around it's neck, and to taste the warm lifeblood flowing from it's wounds. It was obvious with the razor sharp claws and the mouthful of fangs that this creature was a predator, and primarily a carnivore at that.

The monster wore scraps of armor, battered together from it's foes over that thick hide in combat, most likely trophies from defeated foes mashed together haphazardly in an amalgamation and mockery of decent armor - it was obvious this beast didn't need such trivial human protections in combat, though it carried a shield that seemed to have seen better days, battered and scarred by arrow shafts showing what it was primarily used to protect against.

A thick loincloth, tattered and worn hung around it's waist, the one bit of modesty it had when it was not in armor, a hole in the back allowing his thick canine tail to sway forth freely - it's only adornment being a curious tail-ring, appearing to have been made out of some kind of a shackle it bore a single word: "Vaerith".