The first ever somewhat-self-portrait of yours truly. Albeit with a few alterations...
Anyway, Sylphrax (Rax or Sylph, for short.) is a mix-breed. Meaning, not only is he a hywolf, he's also a chemeira. I trust you all know what that is? Good. :3 Moving along swiftly.
His chemeira self will probably come up a bit later. The chemeira part of him requires blood to survive, yes. Which, considering how he is, makes him rather angsty because he has to kill to get the before mentioned blood.

He doesn't remember too much of his past, only that he was created in a lab and knows he was meant to do something a little more violent than play a guitar and cover Green Day music at local bars. By nature, he's a nice guy and does everything he can to help a friend, or anyone, in need and dislikes confrontation and being yelled at. Though one would think him an atheist, and contradicting to his inner blood-lust, Rax is a Bhuddist (correct?), thusly he does his best not to kill things or harm nature. This, of course, doesn't mean he won't get homicidal with you if you lock him in a small space. Having such extreme claustrophobia means that he hates, yes hates, elivators, public bathrooms and the lower levels of bunk beds. He prefers drinking Full Throttle, or RedBull, and his favourite snack is just about anything that's either covered in spicy nacho cheese, or deep-fried and smothered in chocolate... Get your head out of the gutter!

Sylphrax/ image (C) Me. Steal him and I will eat your face, children, pets or anything else that will scare the living shit out of you.