Just a little something to go with a story that I wrote up in about an hour.

Khazimir Arkady Dorgorov was born into a Russian upper-middle class family in St. Petersburg, Russia. Little did he know that he was also born into a family of werewolves that belonged to the Spetsnaz. Specifically, their Tier One group. He was trained like a Spartan. That meaning that from the time he could walk, he was made into a fighting machine. To which, Khaz had a knack for. On his 18th birthday, he was put into the Russian Military’s version of the Marines. Here, he graduated at the top of his class, going through the most brutal and ugliest training that Mother Russia could throw at him, and still he came out on top, craving more.

When he turned 21, he was allowed to return home. It was then that he was told by his family his true heritage. He was a werewolf, in a long line of proud Russian werewolves. His resilience to cold, his ability to take huge punishment and come out on top, even his heightened senses were all to thank to his werewolf gift. He reeled for about a day, but he was able to recover and through massive amounts of training, he was able to master his inner wolf. Just as his training for his Lycanthropy ended, he was called back to military service. This time, in several black operations to quell terrorist cells in Chechnya.

Now that he was a master of both his human and wolfen sides, he performed above and beyond what his fellow Russian troopers were able to do. It was this that caught the attention of Spetsnaz Tier One. They called to him, and he answered. After practically breezing through their training regimen, he was put into one of the best Tier One Spetsnaz groups that the Russian Military could provide. With Khazimir, they performed so well that some Terrorist cells surrendered when they even thought that they were sending the dreaded “Wolves of Russia” their way.

Eventually, Khazimir grew weary of battles and war. He asked for some leave time to help his family, and the higher-ups agreed. When he returned, he found a crime scene. His childhood home had been ransacked and all of the prescription drugs that his relatives took for various pains and such were gone. He found the druggies that broke into his home and tortured them in ways that would make Dr. Josef Mengele vomit in horror. When he had finished with the druggies, he realized that this would look terrible on his record, and he had killed some of the druggies in his wolfen form. He needed a place to go.

He decided to turn to the west for asylum, and he was able to move to the US. There, he moved to Washington DC and applied for a Navy SEAL instructor career. After some initial testing, the US government accepted him into their ranks. For about 5 years, he was happy. Weeding out the weak from the strong, tantalizing the recruits to their absolute limit, doing all the things that are associated with making a man into a Navy SEAL. He loved his life. Live in a (relatively) comfy barracks, get up at Zero-Dark-Thirty, go for a super-early swim, do some solo exercises on the beach then go hit the showers and get into his instructor gear. This routine kept him sane and happy for five years.

Then, the Spetsnaz called to him once again. He received a letter in the mail telling him that the FSB knew everything; his bloodline, what flowed through his blood, what he was, what he did in a blood-rage to seek retribution for his family’s death. They did not threaten him. Instead they congratulated him for being incredibly resourceful, quick to think and act and his ability to blend in with a new populace. They offered him a leading position in the Spetsnaz’ Tier One Battalion. He turned in his resignation papers to the pentagon the next day.

Now Khazimir is a Werewolf of Russia, a proud man who now seeks to weed out and destroy terrorism wherever it rears its ugly head. He loves his comrades in arms, but he longs for peace and a quiet little cabin somewhere in the Russian Wilderness, maybe 20 miles from the nearest town, where he would be free to hunt the local wildlife his own special, Wolfen way.