by Rizier » Sat Jun 06, 2009 9:19 pm
Name:Rizier Wolfbane
age:17
Race:Werewolf
occupation:Young Warrior
magic(opitional):
weapon/weapons:two double edged long swords, shield
Looks like:6'0, greenish-blue eyes, short brown hair, shaved face.
short backstory: As far as my past went, I only remember a few. At age eight I seen my parents killed right in front of my eyes by werewolves...At their mercy for the young, I was spared, only to taken in their tribe. At age Nine, they trusted me not to turn on them, therefore, biting me. Few days later, after the bite, I experienced painful transformation, in what I am today, a Werewolf. As I became older, I started to venture on my own, but only a short distance away from my tribe. Once I worked up the nerve to travel even further away. My tribe always told me there is men who hunt our kind, and will have no mercy in slaying us. At age Six-teen is where I met my greatest fear...A hunter, by the name of Farthing, as all human's claim their name first to whoever they slay. As far as my understanding, Humans became Men whoever slayed a Werewolf. The night was a calm night, with no moon. I was helpless in front of the human, Farthing. I had no weapon and no shield to protect me, my only hope was to plea and beg for my life. As I lay waiting for my fate, due from tripping, Farthing laughed, but then raised down his sword. His looks in his face seemed to change his mind, in slaying me. I continued to beg. Farthing grunted, sheathing his sword. Till this day, I remember that night on the exact words he said to me. He said "I do not kill a helpless being. It is not right for one to kill such thing not wielding a sword or shield." Farthing helped me up on my feet, letting me stand in a confused state. He stood out his hand, seeming to make a peace pact, a friendship between us. I grasped his hand and we both shook hands. After we shook hands, he disappeared into the night, suggesting he went back to his town. I did the same, only walking back to my tribe rather than a town. The rest of the night, I dare not to say anything of what happened. The next day came, then night once more. I seemed to have smelled a familiar scent from the night before. I tracked the scent down only finding the person i found last night, Farthing. I asked him why he was doing back out here. He told me he was banished from his Town for not slaying a werewolf. I offered him a place to stay within my tribe, but with a quick response, he said No. He told me that he was to old, for once he went into the tribe, He will be killed on sight. I asked where he would be heading to, but with a short pause, he said to me, The North. With that, he left, into the night, never to be seen again. I still held the pact that Farthing and I done. Maybe some day i will see him once more, maybe not, I can not tell my own future nor any one else. It's up to fate to decide where we end up.
(yea, some short background huh...sorry, got a little to carried away on my story lol, aaaaand i need a pic of me, i know)