Plague Stalker• Show poetry

I am the grandson on the mighty Minsk...my father is the great Shadow Stalker...my bitch mother is Eva...odd ones...I'm starving though....will you suffice as a meal or will you just be another accident and few of your body parts found again...


Name: Plagen Sie Pirscher (Plague Stalker)

Nickname or Alias: Plague

Race: Lycan

Age: 13

Age appears to be: 13

Hair: To midback

Color: Black

Style: curly

Eyes: Pale Blue


Height: 5'6"

Weight: 168 lbs

Physical Build: muscular

Dominate Hand: Right

Alignment: Shadow

Equipment: Mensk Family Medallion - Boosts user's magick abilities but can only be used by a direct decendant of Mensk

Weapons: Mace - Made out of forge stell. A large 'ball' sits on the handle. On the 'four sides' of the 'ball' is vertical blades. If the ball doesn't get you the blades will. Allong the hand is a decoration of a vampyre baring the Maryian insignia. One of the blades seems to be punturing it's head.

Clothing: Torn, brown muscle shirt. Black leather boots and highly ragged dark jeans.

Special Abilities: Morph into Lycan form anytime the moon is out no matter it's phase

Magic: Element of Electricity and Some Shadows

Character Persona


Personality: Borderline Psychotic. Kills without mercy and fights everything and everyone for ANY given reason. Though everytime Shadow speaks out, he turns his head and calms down. Seems that Shadow is the only thing keeping Plague from killing everyone.

Background/History: The fifth and final product of Eva's being in heat and Shadow being the Alpha of the only other male around. He was the last pup, and the 'runt' of the litter at first, only proving to be the largest and strongest of the litter as they grew up.