Your Name: Casey
How did you find us?: Caution 2.0, I think? Maybe RPG-D?
Name: Peter Braun
Nickname/Alias: Butcher Pete
DOB: February 6th, 1980 (Age 32)
Job: Owner of and butcher at Schwarzhund Deli
Does Your Character Have A KID Card? Yes
Animal: German Shepherd
Power Level: Greater Alpha
Mindset: Dominant, posing as subminant
Rank: Canis Major
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Build: Broad-chested but lean - thin, compact layer of muscle built up by manual labor.
Distinguishing Features: A crooked nose (twice broken and never healed correctly). Thickly-callused, scarred hands toughened by a lifetime working with knives and heavy objects - missing his left little finger at the second knuckle.
Face Claim: Zachary Quinto
Size: 1.1 meters tall (approx. 4ft.), 80 kilograms (approx. 150lbs.) - just under twice the size of the average shepherd, typical of a Greater Alpha
Build: Broad-shouldered and wiry, built low to the ground and tenaciously strong.
Colour: The black-and-brown medley typical of his breed, fading into a light tan along his belly and the inside of his legs. Dark brown-yellow eyes.
2 meters (approx. 6.8ft), 150 kilograms (approx. 250lbs)Build:
Shorter than the average alpha male, but broad and densely muscular - very powerful hind legs and jaws characteristic of his breed.Colour:
A tri-colored mixture of blacks and various shades of brown. Dark yellow eyes.Strengths:
- Deceptively strong
- Good with his hands
- Makes one hell of a sandwich
- An experienced hunter
At first glance, Peter Braun wouldn't strike a soul as a man to be feared; he comes across as kind, easygoing, rakishly charming - easy to get along with and hard to dislike. He's known around Killamarsh as the warm, gregarious German who runs Schwarzhund Deli, the go-to place for bonafide Bavarian sausage and the best bratwurst in town - every customer is welcomed with a smile, his regulars are treated like close friends, and it isn't uncommon for arriving tourists to be referred to his shop right off the bat. What his friends, pack mates and acquaintances don't know, however, is that Butcher Pete is anything but kind, anything but decent.
Something inside of him was never quite right; angry, feral, bloodthirsty, and it is only his superficial charm and vicious cunning that keeps his true nature under wraps. He has the entire town fooled, even those who are aware of his status as a weredog unaware of his darkest secret; his insatiable hunger for human flesh. Even as a child he was cruel and amoral, borderline psychopathic, and he ruthlessly manipulates those around him to get what he wants and hide his secret vice. He enjoys power, adrenaline and deception, getting a rush from lying and tricking others, and he often insinuates himself into others' lives simply to prove that he can.
Pete is cruel. Pete is vicious. And above all, Butcher Pete is dangerous - those with the misfortune to come face-to-face with him the wilderness outside Killamarsh often find that he is the last thing they ever see.History:
Peter Braun was born in Nuremberg, Germany in 1980 to a perfectly normal middle-class family, son of a butcher and an English tutor - both German Shepherd zoans. He had a pleasant, average upbringing, loving parents and a decent home - nothing at all to suggest or cause the man he would later become - but he was a strange child regardless, right from the beginning. He never cried, isolating himself from his peers, and by the time he reached elementary school he had become cold, impulsive, even cruel - discipline by his parents and the local coalition had taught him that violence against humans was completely unacceptable, and he avoided it in order to escape punishment, but his spare time was spent in the woods near his home capturing and torturing small animals for kicks, simply because he could. In school he was the eerie child with the malevolent stare that no one wanted to be left alone with, and he was largely given a wide berth, even by the adults.
When he was twelve, Peter took an interest in one of his classmates - Heather Meyer. She was beautiful, interesting, but rather than falling prey to the childish infatuation of boys his age, Peter found himself possessed by the same feeling he experienced when stalking deer out in the forest. A visceral hunger he didn't entirely understand. When they were both thirteen they had already gone on several dates, regularly seen holding hands in the hallways; one day he lead her off into the woods he considered his territory under the pretense of showing her something interesting he had found - led her far into the forest, then abandoned her, lost in the dark. He wasn't sure until that moment just why he had done it, but once he had he felt his instincts taking over, and after his beast form had solidified he no longer had any doubt; he needed to hunt. More than that, he needed to kill
. He stalked her, he chased her down, and with his feral mindset fully in command, he did something no zoan has ever admitted to doing since medieval times - he ate her. And with that taste branded into his mind, that thrill in his heart, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to stop.
It was months before the scraps of clothing and gnawed bones were found by hikers in a gulch miles north of Nuremberg, and by then rainwater and scavengers had erased any DNA evidence the local ZI department might have tracked back to him. The tooth marks and scratches matched the size of the average native wolf, and her death was ruled one of the freak wildlife attacks that occasionally crop up in such areas and largely dismissed. A year later, Peter's father's business went under, and the family moved to Leeds in England, close to his mother's family, where he spent the rest of his childhood. When he was eighteen his father reopened his old butcher shop on a loan, and Peter started working under him to help keep the place afloat - a job he would keep until he was twenty-five, when he left town to strike out on his own and became a wandering construction worker and general handyman. He never stayed in any one city long enough to bother the local coalitions or really put down roots, just getting by, and if a hiker or nature walker disappeared in the wilderness around his current location from time to time, what of it?
At age twenty-eight, against his better judgement, Peter's pack instinct kicked in, and he set his wandering days aside to stake a more permanent claim in Killamarsh, where he pooled the money he had saved from his years of odd jobs to start his own butcher shop, opening Schwarzhund Deli at twenty-nine. He has now lived and worked in Killamarsh for three years, earning the affectionate nickname 'Butcher Pete' from the locals - all of them unaware of the double meaning to the moniker, not a one suspecting that there might be a killer in their midst.</div>