I was born in 1985, with a great love for the furry creatures called wolves.
It was because of this love, that I tried to help the injured wolf that limped up to our house one late summer eve.  But I didn't expect to see the man in the trenchcoat and black hat the was waiting beside the door.
He burst into my house and injected a needle into my arm.  That's when everything went blank.
When I woke up, I was a 15 year old kid in the middle of New York, with a thick goatee and awesome strength.  As time went on, I learned how to increase my strength and speed through transformation.
Though not fully wolf, I was clearly not human, and now I spend my nights roaming the streets at night fighting for the sake of fighting.
So if you meet me, don't get me mad.
Cause when I go crazy, the final transformation sets in...