Fenrir's Fangs

Name: Patrick Munson
Callsign: TRHeadshot
Level: 47
RP Bio:

   Once a special operations marksman for the US marines, he retired forcibly after loosing his entire team during a classified raid (On a target wherein he disagreed with the importance of). Spending most of his days in a small cabin deep within the forest nearby Fairview. Forced to enter the city due to a lack of supplies, he found himself quarantined within the city boundaries.

   Unwilling to spend his days within the nightmare totally solo, he eventually established the Lone Wolves. A group of like minded individuals, preferring the path of the nomad, but realizing their limited survival chances upon attempting to survive minus human interaction/support.

   Eventually noticed by VoraX for their growing numbers and evident potential, he offered TR a deal. To join him within the Black Dragons, his clan of utmost power and respect, as a sub-faction. He agreed, and eventually earned the great man's respect. Earning himself a seat within the high-council as a faction leader (The Lone Wolves now known as the Fenrirs Fangs).

   As time passed however, certain "troubles" made themselves apparent to TR, forcing him to abondon his job as Ancient of the Fangs, disbanding them, and vanishing without a trace. Several times he returned, reforming the Fangs every time. Till he finally appeared to be finished.

   But then, he returned once more, the Fangs now ruled under a new leader. Unwilling to simply stand by a watch his creation's newfound success idly, he joined at the lowest rank. Rising up in the hierarchy, he stood proud as an Athro. But then, further complications caused the Fangs and the Black Dragons to become one...


   Now, Patrick stands as a Settler, proud, though low in power, to embrace the DUSK... for good...


Preferred Weapon: Revolvers and Rifles

Favored Quote: VoraX says:
 I wouldnt spend real money on anything I couldnt eat, drink, consume, ****, wear or use with my hands

Personal Quote: "Our solitary mentalities must be forgone. For if we are to survive, we must look to the future, as one, unified being. For the Fangs! Dea Draconum Obscuratis!