Ha ha! I thought the character I had in mind might've been eaten, but it exists! Sorry for the longish background. I like to hear myself type.
Name Louis Wesker
Louis Wesker is a trim, fit African-American man of average height and compact build. Pronounced facial bone structure makes it seem like his dark eyes are sunk deep into his bald skull. He tends towards clothes appropriate for a fight; that is to say, tough, form-fitting, and non-descript.
As a wolf, Louis is rangy, looking more like a wild dog. His fur is a brown so dark as to be nearly black. The only item that stays the same in every form is a neckband made of leather strips braided with small bones.
It can be fair to say that no-one ever really 'got' Louis Wesker. From a young age, no matter what he was chosen to do, Louis threw himself into the activity with verve and dedication that was a little off-putting. Despite his intensity, he seemed unable to succeed in school; he finally managed to eke out a degree in economics and managed to get a job as a low-level accountant in a much larger corporation. Undeterred by his minor position in a much larger machine, Louis often put in long hours, even working weekends or at home. His unnerving focus was noticed and put to work by his immediate superior. The cutthroat world of business being what it is, this advantage soon earned said manager many kudos from the upper tiers; kudos which were, surprisingly, never passed on to Louis.
The time came for Louis's yearly evaluation. He was sure of some positive reinforcement, maybe even a promotion. Instead, his boss took complete responsibility for Louis's dedication and even ended up slighting Louis for his antisocial, occasionally uncooperative nature. It was a scene right out of a Dilbert strip. It was par for the course. And it ended up setting off Louis's First Change.
Not right away, thankfully, though he did end up duking his boss and getting fired. Louis managed to get home and stewed for most of the day. It wasn't until that night, with the full moon in the sky, that Louis succumbed to his inner Rage and set off, eventually tracking down his boss and messily murdering him and his mistress. Louis was an immediate suspect, of course, but the details of the executive's death, combined with the fact that Louis was whisked off to be initiated into the Blood Talons and Forsaken society as a whole, meant that the investigation soon stagnated.
After his trials, Louis was afforded a couple city blocks, near the waterfront district of [city name here]. He set to work cleaning the area of gang members and drug dealers with a brutality and a single-minded determination that is characteristic of his tribe. The city's criminal class soon learned that to trespass on Louis's small territory was to meet a bloody and unpleasant end.