Fenrir's Fangs

Nathan Donahue, probably the youngest of the Fenrir's Fangs or Black Dragons, isn't a very impressive sight. Nothing special about him other than light brown hair falling down to his shoulders and eyes of very dep blue, and these won't be much advantage in combat. Looks can be decieving though. Not one to fight head-on, he is stealthy, a sniper and a looter. Incredible eyesight, manual dexterity, and a quick wit are the things he brings to the table. He is a mere 16, and is an Athro in FF and Black Dragon agent, Cliaths will often give funny looks rather than salute in the halls. If you ask him how, the usual answers are "It's a long story" or "Political ****." He proved himself not through combat, but through loyalty and survival.


Being one of the few Fangs who has many friends in Nastya's, that is where he is usually stationed. But today, he is being moved back to the Wolf's Den complex, where there is a need for soldiers in the upcoming conflict. "See you later Jarki!" he shouts back to a building as he deposits a pile of sandwiches into his bag, each one wrapped up with the name of a Fang on it. On his arm are armbands depicting the emblems of the Fenrir's Fangs and Black Dragons, strapped to his back is an M24 sniper rifle, on his belt a Black Dragon Kukri, old Bowie knife, Glock 9mm, and a few magazine pouches. As the gate of Nastya's closes behind him, he pulls the telltale gas mask of the BD over his face, the Dragon's emblem the focal point of the gear.

"Let's ge tthis show on the road."