Warwick [League of Legends]

Age

Between 41 and 46 years old.

Height

2.33 m

Job

Manhunter Vigilant

Biography 1

Warwick is a monster that roams the grey alleys of Zaun. The victim of agonizing experiments, his body is fused with a complex system of chambers and pumps, machinery that fills his veins with alchemical fury. Warwick emerges from the shadows and attacks the criminals who terrorize the depths of the city. He is drawn to blood and its scent drives him mad. No one who spills it can escape him. Though many think of Warwick as nothing more than a beast, buried beneath his ferocity lies the mind of a man, a gangster who put down his knife and adopted a new name to live a better life. But no matter how hard he tried to overcome it, he could never escape the sins of his past. Memories of that time come to Warwick in flashes, before they are inevitably lost, replaced by searing echoes of the days he spent strapped to a table in Singed's lab, the mad chemist's face looming before him. Wracked with grief, Warwick can't remember how he fell into Singed's clutches... and has trouble remembering the time before he suffered. Scientists patiently cut him open and installed pumps and hoses to inject chemicals into his veins, seeking what an alchemist always seeks: transmutation.

Biography 3

Singed would reveal the subject's true nature, a lethal beast hidden in a ''good man.'' The chemicals injected into Warwick's veins sped up his healing, allowing Singed to gradually and painfully redesign the man. When his hand was amputated in the course of the experiment, Singed was able to reattach it, complete with powerful pneumatic claws that brought Warwick one step closer to his true potential. He installed a chemical cavity in Warwick's back, integrated into his nervous system. When Warwick felt rage, hatred, or fear, it would drive liquid fury deep into his veins to fully awaken the beast within him. He was forced to endure it all, every cut of the mad chemist's scalpel. The pain, Singed assured his subject, was necessary, it would prove to be the "great catalyst" for his transformation. Though the chemicals allowed Warwick's body to heal most of the physical damage, his mind was wrecked by the endless agony.

Biography 4

Warwick was having trouble remembering a single memory from his past... All he could see was blood. Suddenly he heard a little girl scream. She was screaming something he couldn't understand. It sounded like a name. He had already forgotten his own. He felt it was for the best. The pain soon overwhelmed all his thoughts. Only blood remained. Though his mind and body were shattered after weeks on the table, Warwick stubbornly resisted the chemicals transmuting him. Instead of tears, toxins fell from his eyes. He coughed up gobs of acidic phlegm that crackled in his chest, before forming shallow holes in the lab floor. Held against the cold steel of the table, Warwick writhed in agony for hours, until his body finally gave out. Following the subject's untimely death, Singed disposed of the corpse in a deep pit in the Zaun Sewer, already contemplating the next experiment. But death proved to be the real catalyst needed for Warwick's transformation. As he lay cooling atop the pile of corpses, the chemicals were finally able to complete their work. The cavity in his back began to pump. His body twisted unnaturally, his bones bent and snapped, his teeth grew, his tendons tore and then healed with a faint alchemical glow, his dead flesh replaced with something new and powerful. By the time his heart began to beat again, the man Warwick had been and the lives he had lived were gone.

Biography 5

He woke up hungry. Everything hurt. Only one thing mattered. I needed blood. First, it was the blood of a sump scrapper, searching the mortuary pile. Then it was the blood of a priestess of the Magnificent Evolved, searching for a member of her group. Then it was the blood of a Piltovian apprentice taking a shortcut, a scarred-faced merchant avoiding a gang, a cup dealer, an accountant, and a punk chemist… He set up his lair not far from a place he longed for in the depths of his now animal mind. There, he continued the slaughter, not caring who fell into his clutches. As long as blood dripped from his gnashing teeth, he would feel nothing more than a red stain on his conscience. The hunger in his guts crushed any interest in his random victims. Still, even though he had given in to the beast, flashes of his past began to haunt him. He saw a bearded man reflected in the eyes of a beggar as he ripped out his throat. The other man looked serious, somewhat familiar, with scars on his arms. Sometimes, as he fed in dark alleys on homeless gang members, the gleam of knives reminded him of an old blade covered in blood. Blood ran from the blade to his hands. From his hands to everything he touched. Sometimes, he remembered the girl again. And there was still blood.

Biography 6

He realized that it had always been there, all his life, and nothing he did could make it go away. It had left so many scars that even if he didn't remember his past, the city would. When he looked into the eyes of Zaun's criminals, the gang bosses, the murderers and thieves, he saw himself. The cavity in his back filled his body with hatred. Claws sprouted from his fingers. He hunted. Unsatisfied with killing indiscriminately, Warwick now seeks out those already covered in the stench of blood. Covered just as he was, the day he walked to Singed's door. He still wonders if he really wanted that. He can't remember the details, but he remembers enough. Enough to know that Singed had been right all along, the good man had been a lie, before disaster buried him and revealed the truth. This is Warwick. He's a murderer. And there are plenty of killers to hunt down.

Physicist

Warwick is a muscular werewolf with a soulless appearance and copper-colored robotic parts, such as his forearms, tubes coming out of his abdomen and shoulders, his claws and his entire lower back, in which the upper part comes out a tube filled with a bright green liquid that spreads throughout his body through the tubes in it, red eyes and a broad back, his cobalt blue and light silver fur passing from his snout to his crotch, he has pointed ears and a menacing face with a scar between his two eyes. His upper and lower fangs protrude from his mouth and he has some metallic holes on his shoulders and lower back.

Personality

Ferocious and Aggressive: Like an alchemical monster, Warwick is driven by his hunting instinct. His bloodlust drives him to attack criminals in the shadows of Zaun. Tormented: Although his human mind is still present, it is trapped in a twisted, machinery-filled body. This torments him constantly. Determined: Warwick seeks revenge against those who made him who he is. His determination drives him to keep going, no matter the obstacles. Duality: His past as a gangster and his transformation into a beast create a duality in his personality. He sometimes struggles with his lost humanity. In short, Warwick is a wild being, driven by bloodlust and the pursuit of justice in the dark streets of Zaun.

Extra

Most of the time calm, doesn't like to start conflicts but loves to end them and occasionally hot.

Fetishes

Warwick's cock measures 32cm being incredibly long in proportion to its size, the veins of his heavy testicles and cock stand out bright green from the green liquid that runs through his body, Warwick is versatile and although he likes to dominate and be rough when he begins to feel pleasure his mind clouds over and he can barely articulate words, his only fetish is nipples. When he gets excited he starts to howl and make wolf-like shrieks.

Hobbies

Warwick doesn't have many hobbies, his life is busy and he does most things out of duty, like training his body or talking to get information, although to drown his sorrows he gets drunk until he loses consciousness, most of the time it doesn't end well, because even though he's good at drinking, most of the time he drinks too much and ends badly.

Update (Arcane)

Warwick before being turned into a Furry by the scientist Singed, was Vander, the adoptive father of 2 girls, Jinx and Vi. Now that he has recovered a small part of his sanity, he wishes to find them again.