Name: James Jakaal
Species: cross of Jackal and German Shepard
Age: 16, but scars and wear and tear make him seem 25ish
Appearance: Old German-style officer's jacket (black) and never any headwear. His pants are long black cargo pants and he has a pair of black fingerless gloves. A sucker for a good cigar, he always has some on him, and one in his mouth. (so overall he resembles Jackal Queenston) his left eye is clouded and he could careless about the war as a whole (so he'll probably get sucked in)
Backstory: Simply put, a hard working fortunate man. As gun-for-hire, he's seen several firefights and knows more ways to kill another strong canine than it's healthy. He grew up poor and is practically stone-cold down to his heart, willing even to kill a helpless pup, if the pay is good. He knows not of which side he originated from, but he likes to think from the nightmares... Good for business, ya know?
Abilities: a literal living GPS. He can map out places in a blink of an eye, with incredible depth perception. Other than that, he knows when things start to go awry, and when people lie almost as if it was written all over the room.
Class: gunman, nothing too special