The picture of Vandal belongs to the wonderful and sweet Alyx Ranas :D 
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I unno' what to put here. Not much to me, although, one of of my friends described me as a kind hearted, soft friendly spirit and giant, who if you didn't know, was some mean looking psychopath in a trench coat! 6 foot with brown hair and apparently dark enough iris's to seem like I have no pupil XD Love my firends to death, as they are the most important people in my life. I generally get along with anyone and everyone, so long as you don't piss off me or my friends. 18 and loving my life so far, partying nearly every dam weekend is nice save for the part where we can't remember have the sit we did XD

Other than that, I am currently writing a series called "The First Great War: 100 Years of Industrial Warfare." One of my profile pics is of Europe in the year 2013. Another series I plan to write has is also about war, but takes place 100 years after the First Great War, beginning in the year 2114. That one will be a sci-fi industrial type novel, where it is The Evolutionaries, the Western Nations who have tinckered with DNA and RNA and have combined the Human and Animal Genome to create Humanoid Anthropomorphous, verses The ClunkerNaughts, Military, industries nations of the East that believe in Machines and the joining of the Human Mind and the World's first Artificial Intelligence. Well, that's all for now, maybe I'll add more later. (Wow, my spiel on the novels is longer then my own description >.>)
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Ok, so Vandal is a wolf that stands at six and a half feet tall. He is dark brown all over his torso, legs, and arms.On his back, he has grayish-white stripes that look spray-painted on, and his waist has a light brown solid stripe that goes completely around. His tail is brown, but has a a dark brown strip going down from the base of the tail to the tip. Oddly enough, the hair on his head is colored brownish black, and is kept neatly flat. His ears are tipped with a lighter brown then his hair, and the rest are colored in a light brown. He also has dirt brown lines running from his eyes to the side of his head.
Vandal does not live easy day to day. Having gone through 24 years of War, he has not returned home to Canada in tact and stable. But somehow, he and his friends have returned home in one piece and together. He never talks about The Second Great War, or his Genetic Descendants, feeling they as if they carry to much weight, too much value and sway when he tries to interact with society.
He is oft confused when he tries to find love and passion, having spent an equal amount of time trying to defeat the ClunkerNaughts as he has in the cots and the rubble and tents with a many other soldiers, some of whom are is closets friends, of both genders. He longs to live and be with his sweetheart, Dion Sonata, but knows her life is somewhere not with the military and scarred soldier, but somewhere with an education and a stable job. Still, he looks, not sure of what it is or who it is, that he looks for.
He is estranged from his Genetic Family, feeling that he is feared and something worse then their dead relative. They are not his family, but his friends are his true family. Often, he spends his days, pondering the life they lead right now, wanting to be a part of it, but having no means to do so. He wants to be near them, to be in their arms and to laugh and cry and to fight and to die with them. He longs for something in reach but could not be grasped.
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