Levi Ramski

[Ramski]

Name: Levi Ramski
Nicknames: Answers to his surname
Race: Werewolf - bitten
Occupation: Fighter – Lucian’s pack
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Tanned Caucasian
Age: 202
Clothing: Levi isn’t much for keeping up with the fashions, but he likes to look good…sometimes. He can usually be found around the manor in various stages of undress, normally forgoing a shirt all together and just throwing on a pair of sweatpants or loose jeans. If need be, he’ll pull on some kind of button-down shirt or t-shirt (usually long-sleeved), and, like any respectable fighter, owns a pair of combat boots, and some black, fingerless gloves, as well as a knee-length, black duster.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 176lbs
Tattoos: A tribal sun design on his left bicep

Piercings: None
Jewelry: A few non-descript chains or rings, but nothing significant.
Body Modifications: Of course, being a fighter has left Levi with many scars across his torso and limbs, each with their own story behind them. The most notable, of course, is the large, jagged scar on his hip from his turning.

Wolf Form [/u]

Build: Built for both power and speed, Levi is a frightening sight in wolf form. His muscles are easily visible in this form, even with the covering of fur, all throughout his body, especially in his shoulders and front limbs. He has a thick, sinewy neck, a large maw and front paws that are quite similar to hands; longer, with noticeable ‘fingers’ and claws meant for tearing and shredding
Height: 9’0” bipedal and 5’4” on all fours
Weight: 395lbs
Hair: Short and course; not too different from his human coloring
Eyes: Bright, almost neon green
Defining Marks: Somewhat short, oddly catlike ears.

Pack[/b]
Pack: Lucian’s
Position: Fighter – top fighter, if you ask him
Territory: Currently, Beverly Hills

Hair
Length: A good few inches around the top of his head and at the back, but not enough to obstruct his vision.
Style: Creatively haphazard
Color: Light brown with natural highlights

Facial Hair[/u]
Length: Half-inch, at most
Style: Five-o-clock shadow

Eyes[/u]
Color: Brown
Oddities: Like most of his kind, Levi’s eyes will ‘flash’ to his wolfen shade when he is overwhelmed with any kind of emotion or in the mood to taunt or intimidate.

Personality: Levi has fully embraced his nature, and while he thinks he is in perfect control, he most certainly is not. Whatever his personality was as a human has been utterly decimated by his turning. Ramski is loudmouthed, arrogant, and essentially a grade-A jackass to any and all who he deems ‘unworthy.’ All about violence now, he loves fighting, whether in the training room with a fellow packmate, or out in the street. His title as ‘top fighter’ is really self-proclaimed, but thus far, no one has had the balls to challenge him on it, and with good reason, too. Frankly, Levi is probably a little insane.

It seems that the fighter wolf has a bit of a personal vendetta against one Tyler Martin. For it was Tyler, you see, who Levi beat down in order to get to where he is today, and while he never respected Martin to begin with, he’s even more of a jackass to the younger wolf now. If he can goad Tyler into attacking him, it’s been a good day, especially given the fact that he can put down the other fighter fairly quickly.

Then, there’s Jesse. He and Richardson aren’t the best of friends or anything, but they are definitely close. They share the same respect for their Alpha, both equally willing to fight for him and his mate, and there is a bit of rivalry going on between them. For the most part, it’s all in good fun. Kind of.

Weaknesses: Silver, mainly; it will burn if he comes into contact, and it can make him ill or even kill him. Being the cocky sonuvabitch that he is, Ramski never knows when to back down. He is the best, or so he thinks, and he will take down anyone who dares to challenge him, even if it’s a fight that he won’t win.

Abilities: The usual werewolf abilities. Levi is also one hell of a hand-to-hand fighter, being skilled in various styles of combat, from genuine karate to straight up streethfighting. His aim isn’t bad either, but he definitely prefers using his fists and feet; nothin’ like kicking a few skulls in, after all.

Weapons: A set of Desert Eagle 50AEs at his waist, a Beretta at his hip, a few different styles of knuckle dusters ‘just for fun,’ and a pair of specialized knives.

Prized Possessions: His ‘rip-tear knives’ as he calls them, and his position within the pack.

Beretta


Desert Eagles



Knuckle dusters


’Rip-tear’ knives

Home(s): Wherever Lucian and the pack are; currently, the Red Moon Manor in Beverly Hills.

History: Levi was raised a good, Roman Catholic boy in New York City. Except he wasn’t good. Try as they might, his parents, Eleni and Jonas, could not keep a handle on their wayward son. He was violent and angry outside of the home, constantly be reprimanded at school for starting fights among his peers. Perhaps it was because of his heavy, Polish accent, and the teasing he received for being an immigrant, but Levi’s temper was just unmanageable. He loved his parents, though, and really, he did try to please them.

Of course, things went straight to hell when Levi turned twenty. A stranger came to call, a poor young woman named Ana who just needed shelter from the harsh, New York winter. His parents being the kind, generous people they were, allowed Ana to stay with them. In return, that night at the full moon, Ana transformed into a fearsome wolf and tore their throats out. She spared Levi, deciding instead to change him and take him with her on her travels. To say that the siring drove the young man mad would be a bit of an understatement. He withdrew into himself for all of a month before he finally gathered enough of his wits together and transformed, slaughtering his sire the first chance he got.

It was only after he was free of Ana that he realized what a blessing this lycanthropy was. He could essentially do whatever the hell he wanted, and no one – at least, no one who valued their life – could challenge him. Levi roamed for years, causing chaos here and there, being generally ruthless and debauched until he decided to mess with the wrong guy. Lucian found Levi’s reckless abandon amusing and offered him a spot in the pack as a fighter, one that Levi accepted heartily. This was how the rivalry between him and Tyler Martin began. Levi found the younger wolf weak from day one, too unwilling to kill for the sake of the pack, and it wasn’t long before he had challenged Martin for his spot as ‘top fighter.’

The fight was long, bloody, and brutal, but Levi new he would come out on top, and he did. To this day, Ramski will occasionally rub his superiority in Martin’s face and relish in the anger that he can coax from his fellow fighter. Levi knows he is the better fighter, and there is no way in hell that he’s going to let Tyler forget it.