Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2013 20:14:26 GMT -6
Name: Xaen
Species: Lycanthrope
Company: N/A
Class: Archer
Credits: 4.50
Weapons: Bow/Arrows, Small Dagger
Current Abilities: -
Story Plot: When she was but a mere child she lived in a village with the dangerous disease of Lycanthrope, it lurked outside and around the village; hunting parties came into town late at dusk, yet being the stubborn child she was she ignored most of the laws to keep the villagers safe. The local authority figures blamed the muggings and hunting parties as thieves; sometimes there were bodies, and other times... there were none. However in these small crime scenes there was two key elements; darkness and blood.
It wasn't long before a full moon rose in the sleepy village, it was growing darker by the hour and the little child (Unknown to her own name) yearned to play, she had heard about the seemingly far-fetched stories of 'light bugs' and how they usually came around dusk, she like any other kid wanted to see them, the curiosity burned at her, however her parents had ushered her inside, annoyed when they finally did fall to rest she snuck out. Leaving the window open wide. It wasn't long until she heard distant screams from the far end of the village and ran; her little heart stuttering as she fled. High upon an old hill nestled with a great oak she hurriedly climbed the tree. Not after reaching the branches she heard screams much louder, her parents. Shock ran through her turning her peachy little skin white, she slipped and tumbled and was eventually found. Amused the lycan scout saw her, and bit her; abandoning her for either death or illness.
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It wasn't long she fled into the forest when light returned, hiding where no villager could find her; years passed by and she learned to accept her dreaded fate; yet this was just the mere beginning. Dressing to cover her face and any part of her body she went to local villages, even to one major one. Thieving from peasants trying to find a living in this confusing state. Time went by and she grew better at stealing however one unfortunate twist; she thieved from wizard who would eventually become a necromancer. He took note and after she retreated to her new-found home deep in the forest, he struck her down. Days felt like a crawl and weeks slipped by, until months arrived; after she slowly started to decay, he returned amused. Cursing her to live an eternal life as a rotting corpse.
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She howled for revenge as he vanished from her site she swore to herself that day, deep in winter that she would find him and end him.
In time she grew to her old antics, but in a more severe way, she watched and studied from afar; stealing a bow and a quiver stuffed with arrows; teaching herself slowly how to come to arm herself. Years passed before she attempted travel, few times she ran fleeing from villagers who mobbed after her with torches and pitchforks. Slowly finding her eventual way to Wildgard.
Physical Description: She is relatively easy to spot, with a bleached white skull, milky orbed eyes, and a half skeletal appearance, however she does try to cover herself to seem more appropriate to the living with clothes. Yet her overall appearance is lanky, monster-like with matted/loose long fur, haggard look, black fur covering her entire body. And well if not fur; parts of her skeleton/organs.
Garb: A loose tunic, a leather jerkin, gray overcoat with a black cloak. Cloth pants but no shoes.
Motives: Unknown.
Personal Motto: The Battlefield, a lovely buffet at the end of a war.
History of Family: Unknown/Deceased
Role in Wildgard: Observe, and protect Wildgard
Species: Lycanthrope
Company: N/A
Class: Archer
Credits: 4.50
Weapons: Bow/Arrows, Small Dagger
Current Abilities: -
Story Plot: When she was but a mere child she lived in a village with the dangerous disease of Lycanthrope, it lurked outside and around the village; hunting parties came into town late at dusk, yet being the stubborn child she was she ignored most of the laws to keep the villagers safe. The local authority figures blamed the muggings and hunting parties as thieves; sometimes there were bodies, and other times... there were none. However in these small crime scenes there was two key elements; darkness and blood.
It wasn't long before a full moon rose in the sleepy village, it was growing darker by the hour and the little child (Unknown to her own name) yearned to play, she had heard about the seemingly far-fetched stories of 'light bugs' and how they usually came around dusk, she like any other kid wanted to see them, the curiosity burned at her, however her parents had ushered her inside, annoyed when they finally did fall to rest she snuck out. Leaving the window open wide. It wasn't long until she heard distant screams from the far end of the village and ran; her little heart stuttering as she fled. High upon an old hill nestled with a great oak she hurriedly climbed the tree. Not after reaching the branches she heard screams much louder, her parents. Shock ran through her turning her peachy little skin white, she slipped and tumbled and was eventually found. Amused the lycan scout saw her, and bit her; abandoning her for either death or illness.
-
It wasn't long she fled into the forest when light returned, hiding where no villager could find her; years passed by and she learned to accept her dreaded fate; yet this was just the mere beginning. Dressing to cover her face and any part of her body she went to local villages, even to one major one. Thieving from peasants trying to find a living in this confusing state. Time went by and she grew better at stealing however one unfortunate twist; she thieved from wizard who would eventually become a necromancer. He took note and after she retreated to her new-found home deep in the forest, he struck her down. Days felt like a crawl and weeks slipped by, until months arrived; after she slowly started to decay, he returned amused. Cursing her to live an eternal life as a rotting corpse.
-
She howled for revenge as he vanished from her site she swore to herself that day, deep in winter that she would find him and end him.
In time she grew to her old antics, but in a more severe way, she watched and studied from afar; stealing a bow and a quiver stuffed with arrows; teaching herself slowly how to come to arm herself. Years passed before she attempted travel, few times she ran fleeing from villagers who mobbed after her with torches and pitchforks. Slowly finding her eventual way to Wildgard.
Physical Description: She is relatively easy to spot, with a bleached white skull, milky orbed eyes, and a half skeletal appearance, however she does try to cover herself to seem more appropriate to the living with clothes. Yet her overall appearance is lanky, monster-like with matted/loose long fur, haggard look, black fur covering her entire body. And well if not fur; parts of her skeleton/organs.
Garb: A loose tunic, a leather jerkin, gray overcoat with a black cloak. Cloth pants but no shoes.
Motives: Unknown.
Personal Motto: The Battlefield, a lovely buffet at the end of a war.
History of Family: Unknown/Deceased
Role in Wildgard: Observe, and protect Wildgard