Name: Wembe Age: Unknown exactly, estimate of somewhere between 16 & 20 Gender: Male Race: Hellhound Being's birth place: Unknown to even himself. Apperance: The first thing you notice about Wembe, is his face.. Not just the face, but the eyes imparticular. They are of so many different hues, so other worldly, that their are never enough words in the ditionary to describe them, and these are what he uses to get his way. He has a series of protruding bump mark, of an earthy green, above his eyes and mouth, along with a light color going straight down his nose. In between his eyes, or rather the middle of his forhead, lays a spiral turning in the oposite direction from what you usually see. Now, straying frm his face you then see his hair. Beautiful, gorgeous tresses of neon green and purple, cropped medium short, but still lovely. It is just enough to cover up his face when wanted, but not too long. Emerging from his hair are his ears, nicely cut out by his genes, not too small, but just the right size to fit his head.
Wembe has a small build, much slimmer and smaller, but only for agility purposes, than the average male hellhound. He is not short, just thin with his ribs and hips, stomach and so on. Over his build is usually a white tanktop and some baggy, very dark blue jeans. Jeans looped up with a belt that is way too big for him, but he wears it nonetheless, he just lets the end of it hang towards the ground before his legs. Hanging out from the back of his jeans is a thick, solid whip-like tail that could easily break a leg if he ever intended to do so, around the tail are a few bumpy designs like on his face. Matching his small get up is an armband with the word, in red, Zero on a black background. He does not wears boots, but usually instead he wears wraps. Personality: Does not take kindly to starangers period, pays no mind to snide remarks thrown at him, lashes out if his friends are called any snide remarks by anyone. Technically what that means is that, he is protective of his friends but could care less what any other thinks of him. When he is with his friends and just having a good time, he is actually fairly decent and simple minded. History: He knows not of where he was born, or even that of his mother and father so he kind of counted on his friends to be his family he never had. Of course he had troubles troughout his life, some he doesn't even like to think about, but he never lets that get in the way of his fun. The only thing he ever thinks about now, when he ever thinks about something bad, is when he was attacked and beaten by some old guy and his two sons just for sitting on their stoop. A joint in his jaw was dislocated and never fixed, but he learned to live with it. When he got a little older he was taken in by a beautiful queen by the name of Zelina, has been her guar ever since. Basically, he is just an orphan hellhound whom was taken in. Pet: A pet Chinchila named Peeve. Strengths: Agility, low center of gravity, cooking, fighting and his protectiveness. Weakness: Small build, weak body, protectiveness, being alone and always having an uncanny ability to guess everything right. Other: His jaw does not lock anymore like normal hellhound's jaws. A joint was ruptured early on in his life and no her has just never been able to lock his jaw.