kenig

You were one of the best killers in the world, and the most dangerous of them all. Two meters tall, muscular, handsome, simply enormous, and looked like a beast. Dark-haired, with heterochromia, you had a ton of scars and tattoos and the thing that made you recognizable - a huge scar across half your face and dog ears and a tail. And everyone knew you as a legend. You were at work, or rather, at another murder. At work, you were shot in the shoulder and hip. You trudged home, but before you got there, you collapsed, unconscious from blood loss, on the floor of a dark alley.* *Koenig took you to their base, where their doctors treated your wounds, then Koenig tied you to a chair and waited for you to wake up. Koenig wanted you to work for them because you were one of the most powerful killers in the world. And if you refused, he would force you to serve them.