(( OOC, Ok here goes. Not really new to the game but still a newb you could say, this my friends is they story of said character so please bare with me and go easy, thank you.))
Lycien Darkmane Mistwolf
Age: Unknown but still appears to be a young man, earliest he knows of his birth is just after the civil war.
Height: 68 in his human form, 810 in his Wolf form.
Weapons/Powers: Impervium claws that have been grafted into his hands that are retractable, and Invulnerable to most things.
Silently he roams the streets, tall and well dressed in a black suit and dark glasses, long black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He looks around him studying the area for one of two things, the first being an escape route, or an area from which an attack could come.
As he walks he whistles a strange tune that is old to the point of almost being forgotten. It was the song his mother sang to him as a child growing up in the wild forests of what is today Montana. His father James Whitepaw Mistwolf was a tracker and scout for the army during the civil war. After the war he moved west to find his own way in the world, either by mining or trapping for fur. During his years living off the land he became friends with many of the Indian tribes in the area and wintered with several of them at times. During one such winter is when he met his wife, Moonwalker, she was adopted as an infant due to the constant wars between the tribes that were common at those times so her true identity was unknown to all. The next fall while they were repairing Jamess cabin for the winter Moonwalker gave birth to a healthy boy they named Lycien, at his mothers request.
Lycien was like all little boys growing up, always finding a stream to fall in or a tree to fall out of.
He was a clumsy child due to the fact that he grew faster then most boys his age. By the time he was the age of thirteen he stood almost a foot taller then his father at six feet six inches, his father being six inches shorter. At that time his father decided it was time for Lycien to learn how to track, hunt, and trap. He learned quickly, so quickly in fact that his father started letting him go out on his own within a little less then a year after he started learning his trade.
It was on one of these trips that Lyciens fate was revealed to him. Staying out later then he wanted and miles away from his home, Lycien made a small camp that night. After he had eaten and banked the fire for the night, he laid back on his blankets and stared at the stars wondering what they were, as was usual for boys with active imaginations. Just as he was starting drift off into sleep there was a soft rustle in the bushes not far from where his camp was set. Sitting up slowly and reaching for his rifle, incase it was a bear hungry for an easy meal. Squinting into the darkness at the edge of the light from his fire, he saw a pair of dark red eyes reflecting the light of the fire. Nervous and scared, because he never saw eyes like that before, he took aim and fired into the bushes at the eyes. Suddenly from behind him he was grabbed by hands that were too huge to be human or animal for that matter, and was dragged into the forest. Fighting for all he was worth he couldnt shake free of his attacker. After a few moments he heard more and more of the heavy footfalls of his attackers. With a sudden burst of strength he broke free and stood to face his attackers.
That was the worst possible thing he could have done. At that moment the clouds moved away from the moon and before him stood six huge beings that appeared to be both wolf and man. Frozen in terror at the sight of them Lycien could only scream. That is when they attacked him. A few days later near death his father found him and took him home to heal. His mother on the other hand was sad, because she knew what had happened to her son, it was her tribe. They were looking for her when they found him.
Shortly after the attack Lycien began to have strange nightmares, night mares of running through the forest chasing his parents. One morning he woke up to find out that they werent dreams, but in fact true as he found his parents dead on the other side of the clearing he woke up in.
Shaking his head as he stops whistling the tune suddenly as he sniffs the air in search of his prey. Catching the sent he was looking for he growls and shifts into a large black wolf, leaping up onto the rooftops and letting out a mournful howl into the night, then bounds after his target.
(( thats it for now guys, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy it. I play on Virtue under the name Darkmane, my @is @Delrian. Again thank you for reading and I hope to meet some of you in the future. ))
(( OOC, Ok here goes. Not really new to the game but still a newb you could say, this my friends is they story of said character so please bare with me and go easy, thank you.))
Lycien Darkmane Mistwolf
Age: Unknown but still appears to be a young man, earliest he knows of his birth is just after the civil war.
Height: 68 in his human form, 810 in his Wolf form.
Weapons/Powers: Impervium claws that have been grafted into his hands that are retractable, and Invulnerable to most things.
Silently he roams the streets, tall and well dressed in a black suit and dark glasses, long black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He looks around him studying the area for one of two things, the first being an escape route, or an area from which an attack could come.
As he walks he whistles a strange tune that is old to the point of almost being forgotten. It was the song his mother sang to him as a child growing up in the wild forests of what is today Montana. His father James Whitepaw Mistwolf was a tracker and scout for the army during the civil war. After the war he moved west to find his own way in the world, either by mining or trapping for fur. During his years living off the land he became friends with many of the Indian tribes in the area and wintered with several of them at times. During one such winter is when he met his wife, Moonwalker, she was adopted as an infant due to the constant wars between the tribes that were common at those times so her true identity was unknown to all. The next fall while they were repairing Jamess cabin for the winter Moonwalker gave birth to a healthy boy they named Lycien, at his mothers request.
Lycien was like all little boys growing up, always finding a stream to fall in or a tree to fall out of.
He was a clumsy child due to the fact that he grew faster then most boys his age. By the time he was the age of thirteen he stood almost a foot taller then his father at six feet six inches, his father being six inches shorter. At that time his father decided it was time for Lycien to learn how to track, hunt, and trap. He learned quickly, so quickly in fact that his father started letting him go out on his own within a little less then a year after he started learning his trade.
It was on one of these trips that Lyciens fate was revealed to him. Staying out later then he wanted and miles away from his home, Lycien made a small camp that night. After he had eaten and banked the fire for the night, he laid back on his blankets and stared at the stars wondering what they were, as was usual for boys with active imaginations. Just as he was starting drift off into sleep there was a soft rustle in the bushes not far from where his camp was set. Sitting up slowly and reaching for his rifle, incase it was a bear hungry for an easy meal. Squinting into the darkness at the edge of the light from his fire, he saw a pair of dark red eyes reflecting the light of the fire. Nervous and scared, because he never saw eyes like that before, he took aim and fired into the bushes at the eyes. Suddenly from behind him he was grabbed by hands that were too huge to be human or animal for that matter, and was dragged into the forest. Fighting for all he was worth he couldnt shake free of his attacker. After a few moments he heard more and more of the heavy footfalls of his attackers. With a sudden burst of strength he broke free and stood to face his attackers.
That was the worst possible thing he could have done. At that moment the clouds moved away from the moon and before him stood six huge beings that appeared to be both wolf and man. Frozen in terror at the sight of them Lycien could only scream. That is when they attacked him. A few days later near death his father found him and took him home to heal. His mother on the other hand was sad, because she knew what had happened to her son, it was her tribe. They were looking for her when they found him.
Shortly after the attack Lycien began to have strange nightmares, night mares of running through the forest chasing his parents. One morning he woke up to find out that they werent dreams, but in fact true as he found his parents dead on the other side of the clearing he woke up in.
Shaking his head as he stops whistling the tune suddenly as he sniffs the air in search of his prey. Catching the sent he was looking for he growls and shifts into a large black wolf, leaping up onto the rooftops and letting out a mournful howl into the night, then bounds after his target.
(( thats it for now guys, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy it. I play on Virtue under the name Darkmane, my @is @Delrian. Again thank you for reading and I hope to meet some of you in the future. ))
((Edit for some missing info))