Name: Narok (n-air-ock)

Age: 17 (in human years)

Rank: Striker (hunter)

Appearance (don't have a picture, so I'll describe it): He wears little clothing, if any at all.
A loincloth is fastened around his waist, with several pouches hanging from the leather belt, carrying special types of poisons.
A strip of cloth is wrapped around his upper thighs and lower torso, to further establish modesty.
Several faded tattoos from his childhood line his arm and face, written in an ancient language.

Personality: A little rough around the edges, Narok is a cold and stoic lycanthrope. He concentrates all of his energy on spearing the best food for his crew, making sure nothing gets away from him. Even when confronted with a sea monster, he will battle it to the death, for he sees everything as potential nutrition.

History: He was taken from his family by a band of thieves, hoping to sell him at a high price for his useful traits. He was sold to a revered pirate crew as a slave.
During his time working for them, he developed aggressive and expert hunting skills.
Eventually, the quartermaster of the crew grew pleased with his hard work and efforts. He released him from his control, and Narok was left alone in the world.
Deciding to make use of his abilities, he became a wandering striker, willing to become a crew's striker for a few months (for the right price, of course).

(I hope this works?)