Name: Steppenwolf

Desc: Steppenwolf is, as his name implies, a wolf Recom. To look at him would be to look into the sacred eyes of an avatar of the God of Rock. Or so he'd like to think, anyhow. Built on a mid-sized frame, there isn't a whole lot of flesh covering it, but what is there is well-toned, though it's hard to tell given the loose clothing he prefers. He is black-furred with blue-purple wolf's markings, and long, wavy, orange-brown hair with strong highlights. Running from both eyes are blue and green streaks that look almost like a broken raccoon's mask. His tail is blue, and he has many fur-tattoos, though most of them aren't evident while fully clothed. He generally wears a pair of half-sunglasses, over whose rims he peers at people with his red eyes. Black or band t-shirts, a leather jacket, and torn and battered jeans are all common attire. Around each wrist and digitigrade ankle he wears a spiked leather band, and around his neck hands a silver pendant in the form of a pentagram. Finally, his most prized possession after his ship, an old, well-treasured red-stained Fender Stratocaster hangs over his back by its strap.

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History: Born on Luna, Stepp has been a renegade since he was old enough to walk. Never content with settled life at home, he ran away from home to pursue his freedom however he felt like it. Eventually, he got bored of Luna, interesting as living on the moon is, and managed to acquire his first ship, the Prowler. It's a very basic vessel, but nevertheless, he loves it to pieces, almost as much as the precious guitar he was given at an early age by a relative as a family heirloom. Sinced then, he's 'prowled' around in space, running free as he pleases, enjoying life as it comes. More recently he's been interested in upgrading the Prowler, however, he lacks the monetary facilities to do so, and hasn't quite figured out how to obtain them. As with everything, however, this concern fails to hold his attention for very long in favor of the vast promise of new and interesting things in outer space.

Skills: Plays a mean guitar and knows just about everything there is to know about heavy metal and rock music of today and of Earth, hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Handy pilot.

Ships: Prowler

Occupation: Exploring (read: looking for trouble). Has no real job of which to speak, but is vaguely interested in getting one.

Goals: Goals? What goals? To live and live free and happy are his only aspirations, except maybe to meet his favorite band in person for a jam session.

Other: Free-wheeling, easy-going, and chock-full of slang.

HT: 5'8"

WT: 140 (Earth gravity)

Eyes: Red

Fur: Black marked in violet, blue, green

Age: 22

Gender: Male