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Berdan
An odd looking fur this was, a soldier at one point in time, but now merely a relic of days gone by. Still he walks as
if in step with an old unit, the sound of a shrill fife and thundering drums still beating out cadences in his mind. A full
frock coat fit over him, dark green to match with the woods, but thin gold piping travled over cuffs and a row of brass buttons
down the front. His green trowsers, once neatly creased, have now been modified to a baggy set of pantaloons (parachute pants)
with the cuffs tucked into the boots he still wears. A black leather belt wraps his waist with an oval brass buckle. Over
one shoulder is slung a haversack and canteen, while over the other is a cartridge box. On his head rests a green kepi to
match the rest of his clothing, the insignia removed while slots were cut in the sides for ears to protrude with less hinderance.
A few holes can be found on his body, one from long ago in his shoulder, a scar of about the size of one's thumb and two
fang shaped holes in his neck, left from one craving his fluids, though now he has been transformed into an evolved level
of vamp, his eyes formed into catlike eyes and his sight increasing to show fine details, his body feeling young and full
of energy once more. He has become much stronger, able to lift heavy items mortals cannot, even push other furres through
the air with a simple shove of his paw. Even his footsteps have become lighter and quieter to make sneaking easier. His hair
now a long white length, about mid back, done in a boyish ponytail. His hearing is also becoming more finely tuned and sensative.
His claws have become weapons of their own.
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