"Now, the wolves that will be available to go on patrol is dwindling." Renzo sighed as he looked at the leaders of the pack. "We can send out three patrols at most with two wolves each every night." He said, recounting every non-white wolf they had. "It will be risky so, as you suggested Misty, we will have to stick close to our dens just in case."
Name: Chris Hemming or preferably called "Ghost"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: He is pretty silent but is very nice and helpful towards his fellow mercenaries. He is also loyal to his leader and follows his/her orders to the death. He can find a way out in the stickiest of situations as he finds himself to have no presence at all and he always seems to be missed. Like how he seems to be a ghost since he isn't noticed when he doesn't speak up, which is usually all the time.
Species: Human
Relation: Chris doesn't know his parents. He was born an orphan. He was taken in by a military personnel. From then on, he was trained to become part of the military. He has been acquainted the Iron Talon thanks to him being sent to another world and left there. He entered the mercenary team soon after.
Weapons: A high powered laser sniper rifle and two pistols. He caries a small sword as well.
Gear: He wears an armor that can survive some bullets.