Bought from as a adopt from  siiroitoriorika

Name: Lance Bloodgale

Age: 38 ( In human years ) ( 7 as a werewolf )

Height: 7'3

Biography:

Lance was a english soldier that fought in world war 2 as a sergeant 1st class coardinating a squad of soldiers through the battle of berlin, when they were taken by a ambush of manned gunners shooting from the second floor of a balcony and a oncoming tank, signalling his men to take cover and fire as he readied a grenade for the second window, the counter-attack was a success with a diversion of gunfire and the grenade launching through the window taking out the manned gunner.

With a corporal by him, two private first class would sneak past the tank whilst the two provided diversionary gunfire.

As the corporal was busy providing covering fire, however, the sergeant 1st class suddenly found himself surrounded by a blinding white light. He'd find himself in a forest among a pack of lycanthropes at war with vampires at night in a cross-skirmish with knights in armor.

He'd also come to find himself a werewolf too, actually the general of a entire army of bloodthirsty werewolves. With his split second ingenuity and thinking, he'd coordinate the army instantly, win the battle and head home to a network of caves below a castle fort that had been demolished and abandoned long ago.

Reluctant at first, bewildered and confused, he'd come to accept the role at the head of the werewolf army. Everything would soon change afterwards, the pack of some 300+ werewolves would become far more cooardinated, stocking up on resources and caches, taking up crossbows, swords and armor, create sentry bunkers, sandbag covers, trenches, geurilla warfare and scouting patrols.

When they were attacked again, they'd easily steer off the waves with unfathomable ease, no longer just allowing their claws to do the talking. Lance would also notice when the werewolves were drenched in blood, they'd lose themselves in a barbaric frenzy and grow bigger, less precise and stronger. He'd structure those larger lycan as his frontlines, whilst providing covering crossbow fire and sword swishing melee fighters behind them.

The knights and vampire queen would come to be concerned with the new more cooardinated military of the 'Mangy stupid mutts', the vampires with their very high intellect coming close to having wiped the werewolves off the face of the earth. Seeing them garbed and stacked in armor, shields, weapons, swords and the new 'Berzerker front' knocked them completely off their feet.

The werewolves suddenly nothing to scoff at, with axes, swords and armor in hand, they begun to resemble more organized vikings, even outfitting themselves with a navy, villages, storehouses and more, sweeping across the land, taking out generals, corporals, battlements, sentry towers and more, gradually giving the vampires a run for their money and their tails behind their legs.

All would not be so easily stolen in the lycans favor however, the humans in face of this crumbling of forces for the vampires, would've gone on a 'Holy campaign' to find sacred holy artifacts, return later on with more massive numbers, including orcs, elves and other fantasy kinsmen and give the nocturnal armies both a excrucriating pounding.

The wars still continue, Lance Bloodgale now thrown in a war and all too good at his job. Never forgetting; less reluctant to forgive...