1) "Dark Metal Powers" -- Manipulation, Generation, and melting/cooling of "dark (aka, dense)" metals (such as steel, iron, tungsten, uranium, etc.)
2) "Special Weapons Mastery" -- Use of a left-arm buckler with a di-gun (one sniper gun, one machine gun) built into it. Also a long-handled tungsten spear. The head has a small amount of uranium imbedded into it, allowing him to throw it like a missile. Both the spear and the buckler-guns can be generated at will. Bullets are logically infinitely generated.
3) "Quasi-Lycanic" -- Exists in a quasi-Lycan state, giving him the respective strength, speed, claws, fangs, hearing, smell, night vision, and "6th sense."
Subdescription of Abilities for clarity:
1) There are several ways this is typically evidenced. One is the use of summoning a steel blades and columns. These can both grow out of the ground (from treacherous needles to megalithic protrusions) and fall like rain. The molten metal can be generated over small to moderate areas of the ground, or fall like "Hell fire and brimstone" in a burst of varying styles. Launching the molten metal onto his opponents, The Shadowolf (Or Shado for short) can also instantly cool it, trapping his enemies in an ice-like grip. If needed, he can cover himself in a body-suite of hardened metal for protection, but this dramatically inhibits his mobility. Lastly, his favorite maneuver is to fire chains from his hands at his enemies. These chains end in a multi-stranded chain-flail that can easily wrap his target in a death-grip, allowing him to fling them about like a calve on the end of a lasso.
2) Little explanation is required, except that he can regenerate any part of his equipment if it is destroyed. Due to the complexity of their design, this is not quite instantaneous, requiring one to three seconds to actually complete.
3) While most of his wolfish skills are self-explanatory, the "6th sense" needs some extra info. Essentially, this is a heightened awareness of the presence of threats (aka if you try to ambush him, he will be aware of you, even if he cannot actually pinpoint where you are) and an slight resistance/strength boost when encountering the supernatural (i.e. demons, magic...you get the idea. This does not apply to straightforward abilities, but to styles such as the RHG Benjamin uses).

"The Shadowolf" is not his name. Years ago, he used to be a hero by the name of Maxar. He still fought with the same buckler-guns and spear, but in a fashion like normal hum -- er -- stickfolk. He was a proud son of Alban, a true Highland Celt in the most classic sense. It was his goal to find and destroy every last vestige of the evil that haunted the Northlands, and this brought him to the most critical day of his life. Reports reached him about a portal to the underworld opening within Eastern Mountain Wilderness, a challenge that Maxar simply could not resist. Day after day he moved as swiftly as his feet would carry him, moving closer to doom with each step. Soon he had reached the valley where the locals had seen the portal, and sure enough -- a black, gaping rift shimmered like so much unco oil right in the midst of a morass.

True to his intrepid warrior nature, he hurled himself into the gap, and straight into the midst of a fight like no other. Creatures that defy mortal words assaulted him from all sides, yet still he fought on. All the while, a figure hovered on the edge of his vision, a mysterious wraith-like observer. Hours passed, and soon all of the beasts that otherworldly realm possessed lay dead or dying around him...but he was dying too. At this moment the figure approached. Maxar lifted his spear with both hands, the buckler long ago having been shattered by the evil horde.

The wraith never emerged from the shadows surrounding it, but spoke, "I am the Reaver. I am a being of strange allegiance -- a master of darkness in service of the forces of light. I oversee these terrible lands, places forbidden for not only the stickman but even the heavenly. Yet I am never allowed to directly interfere, only to see and to moderate. You, however, have done what I could never do, and that is to destroy these nether scum. Your spirit, my friend, is a remarkable one indeed. Soon, you will die...IF left to your own devices. But let me bless you, imbue you with the very powers that I myself possess yet cannot freely use, and make you not only a hero, but an eternal legend. Be warned, they will change you, some for the better, and some for the worse."

Maxar thought for only a moment, then cried, "Ah ken it is nae muckle guid fa me t' de! Gie to me all 'at 'e will, an' let mine craig 'e blesst for lang syne!" [This translates from the brogue -- "I know it is not much good for me to die! Give to me everything you want, and let me have the blessings of the time to come."] And that is how he became what he is today.

The Mystic Master stood in the distance, overlooking a barren, rocky plain. The Shadowolf – his enemy – was surrounded by four of the Master’s warriors: a Mechanist, a Dark Mage, a ElectroMag Elementalist, and a Blade Master. Despite the dim twilight, he had instructed them to be aware of the fact that The Shadowolf would sense their presence, eliminating their chance of surprising him.

The Mystic Master raised his fist, his men nodded, then charged. The mechanist began firing his gatlin gun, the mage and the elementalist also firing their respective weapons and powers. Shado dogded them effortlessly, then, right as they approached, he launched into the air upon the top of a steel column, a profusion of razor-edged blades surrounding the base. The fighters ground to a halt before they impaled themselves, although the dark mage still received a multitude of cuts from the protruding mass.

Shado smiled to himself, the spun on the top of his platform, firing chains from each hand at his opponents. The mage and blade master were able to dodge the flails, while the elementalist was slashed badly by the hooked tips. Most unfortunate was the mechanist, who was fully ensnared by the flail. Shado yanked the chain forcefully, sending the mechanist flying towards him. Encasing his other fist in tungsten, at the moment of impact he smashed the chain-bound fighter, shattering the chains, driving the shards into his victim, and hurling him unconscious back to the ground.

He had little time to enjoy his victory, however, before the blade master and elementalist reached the top of his perch, while the mage launched fireballs at him from the ground. He had enough warning to materialize his weapons, but it was all he could to do block the elementalist’s EMP battleaxe’s heavy blows. The fireballs had little effect, due to Shado’s affinity to molten metals, but the blade master’s dual krii were slicing into his skin, and were apparently not made of a metal he could control. Realizing that his spear was being useless at the range, he coated himself in steel, then dematerialized his weapons. With the krii now dinging harmlessly off of his second skin, he grabbed the elementalist’s arm and flung him into the air, jumping and kicking him off of the column at the same time. The blade master had enough sense to try to retreat, but the steep, polished sides of the high steel column were not making this easy. Shado turned and lunged forward, grabbing the blade master in a choke-hold and plummeting towards the ground at a shallow angle, his coating of steel making him even heavier, and thus falling faster. Held at arm’s length, the blade master impacted first, almost instantly crushed by Shado’s mass. Still, Shado rolled and slid, then stopped his slide by thrusting the warrior headfirst into a column of summoned blades.

The combined impact of the mechanist’s hand cannon, the elementalist’s EMP blast, and one of the mage’s fireballs sent him flying into the blades himself, and experience that would have proved deadly had he not still been coated in steel. Amid the shattered blades, he quickly shed his encumbering armor, and turned on his heel, raining molten iron upon his approaching attackers. This served to delay them long enough for him to rematerialize his weapons. The mage was unfortunate enough to be the closest to him, and with a single sweep of his spear Shado cut him precisely in two. He dodged a blow from the elementalist, jumped backwards, then strafed him with his buckler-gun’s machine gun. As the elementalist staggered backwards full of bullet holes, Shado dematerialized his spear, snatched up the EMP battle-axe, and sent it hurtling with super-human speed towards the mechanist, cleaving off one of his arms.

A unearthly cry from behind alerted him just in time to the fact that the demonic side of the mage had not died along with his physical body, and was out for blood. Shado turned and ran, his speed widening the distance until the beast began to use its hideous wings. With the mechanist having welded over his bleeding shoulder and charging him, he rematerialized his spear and thrust it into the earth, meanwhile encasing himself in a dome of iron and lead. The nuclear tip detonated, blasting both warriors into the distance. To ensure his advantage, he summoned a veritable forest of steel columns to surround him, their polished surfaces turning the whole area into a sort of “Hall of Mirrors.”

To his surprise, it was the elementalist who found him first. He had evidently supercharged his body, overcoming the damage dealt by his numerous wounds. Bolts of electricity arced between his hands. Shado calmly waved his left hand, covering the area between him and his attacker with molten steel. The electricity of the elementalist only served to heat it more, while his headlong rush made him trip and slid sideways into the searing liquid. He screamed and began to try to launch himself into the air, but in that instant Shado cooled and hardened the steel. It contracted as it hardened, crushing the victim’s skull and entire skeleton in mid scream.

The demon now came at him from the other side, but with two quick motions he entangled its wings in chains. Shado fired the ends of the chains he held into the ground on either side of the creature, pinning it in place. He then casually walked up to point blank distance, equipped his buckler and spear, materialized a gold bullet for his sniper-rifle, then fired into the beast’s head. The immense power of his rifle not only killed it, but essentially beheaded it.

Finally, the battered mechanist lunged at him, and in fact managed to land several good blows with his hand-blade before Shado was able to use the spear to knock him into a nearby column with such force that the beam cracked in two. Circuitry failing, the mechanist was almost able to switch to his gatlin gun, but it was too late. Shado stood at a short distance and stared hard at him. Instantly the metal components that filled his body and made him mechanist began to liquefy, boiling him from the inside out. He did not cry out though, and as the world turned black, he heard Shado say, “Don’t worry, warrior. I will not let you die, for though you yet have much to learn, you still possess that rare quality … greatness.”

The Mystic Master had observed the goings on up to this point, and realized that he would have to take care of The Shadowolf himself. He spend through the air, his katana shimmering in the light of his own power. Shado sensed his approach, but even he could not react in time to save himself from the sudden impact. The katana flashed with breathtaking speed until the blade suddenly went limp. Shado smirked, “Katanas are always made with steel, a most unfortunate coincidence for you.”

The Mystic Master was not to be bested by this, however, and proceeded to launch such of fury of power-infused physical attacks that Shado was quite overcome. The Master finally hurled him through several of the remain columns, then pounced on him, pinning his arms to the ground and burying a titanium knife up to the hilt in Shado’s side. He focused all of his powers into the knife, smiling sadisticly and Shado’s body convulsed with the pain. The Master always loved to watch his victims die, and looked Shado dead in the eyes.

Shado laughed, revealing his fearsome fangs, then gave a battle roar. The Mystic Master realized what he had just done, but before he could leave, Shado sunk his fangs into the Master's shoulder, then used his powerful jaws to flip the man off of up. Coating his claws in tungsten, he pounced upon the Master and proceeded to slash at him for several minutes. Finally, Shado wiped himself clean, carefully polishing his claws and fangs. He turned and gazed at The Mystic Master, who was now little more than bloody shreds scattered over the entire area where they had been. “I don’t like to eat junk food. You should have remembered never to look a wolf in the eyes.”