Name: Bastian
Apparent Age: Mid-40's
Actual Age: ~400
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Werewolf/Silver Moon
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance: 
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A chain smoker, Bastian has a thick body build and typically dresses in casual suits.
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Bio(Two paragraphs, minimum): Bastian got his first taste of outlaw life during the 30 years war. Though he served in the military early on, after a few years of brutality, he and a group of fellow soldiers decided to break off and become outlaws. In the midst of the chaos caused by the war, peasants were easy pickings for raids, and for a short while, they even lived well. That, however, was not to last. When the pickings were dry, the men grew bitter, miserable, and blamed their leader for their woes. Arguments grew into violence, and Bastian soon found himself stabbed and left for dead, stripped of his possessions and left to wander the forests until he died of blood loss or exposure. And then, under a pitch sky marred by a crescent, he stared ahead and smelled blood, the feral scent of a predator.
Bastian awoke three days later, naked, covered in blood, and with one thought on his mind: "There's nothing quite like loyalty from the start."

Among the many horrors of the Thirty Years War, there remain accounts of wild beasts growing more violent than thought possible.

In the centuries since then, Bastian was a constant presence in the underworld; his inhuman power made it easy to keep normal men pressed under his thumb, but still he desired more than begrudging servitude, or men who'd turn tail for money. It was when he started recruiting and creating werewolves that he created a new dogma for his followers: they would serve with the undying loyalty of a wolf, and in exchange he would lay down his all to provide.
This pack would operate primarily through central Europe until the 1920's, when Prohibition offered a very profitable new market in the United States, where Bastian and crew have operated since.

Personality: Bastian possesses a cool head and silver tongue; centuries of practice have taught him to be as eloquent or casual as the situation calls, and countless conflicts have honed his keen sense to know when to talk, mock, and shoot.
Beyond this outward act, he possesses a sharp intuition and business sense. The werewolf knows he must provide for his pack, and to that end he carefully oversees what he sells, where, who may interlope and who'd be a good customer. New York is merely the HQ for his operations and the one he sees to personally; Bastian has business associates along most of the eastern seaboard, operating in independent cells capable of turning to each other in event of a collapse of that city's business. Many packs working together, forming what he might call a meta-pack.
What Bastian really values, however, is undying loyalty. When entering the business, he lays down one simple rule: You devote yourself to the family, and the family will take care of you.

Powers: True to his origins as a soldier and then a bandit, Bastian is stronger and tougher than average, though not quite to Hector's insane degree.
Perhaps because of his leadership position, his coat as a werewolf has a brighter sheen, and his scent carries a vital essence.
Additionally, he has supernatural levels of insight.

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