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Name: Anthar "Shadow Bolt" Raclaw

Age: 27

Appearance:

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Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Hunter

If hunter: Were you born into it or did you become one by choice?: The answer is in the background, if it's not OK let me know!

Background: Grew up in an orphanage in a bad neighborhood, never knowing who his parents were. At age 13 he fled the orphanage and took to the streets. He quickly learned to survive by pick-pocketing and thieving, and in times of need disappearing into the shadows, and he got quite good at it. One time when he was 17, he saw a man who seemed an easy enough target, so Anthar tried his trick of bumping into the target, then sticking his hand in the pocket and stealing whatever was there. His hand closed on a wallet. It felt quite fat, and fat means more cash, so smiling he pulled his hand out, still clenching the wallet. But before his hand left the pocket, he felt a big strong hand grasp his hand tightly. 'I've been caught!' he thought to himself, and tried to escape the powerful grasp of the hand, but to no avail. He looked up at the man and saw the man was grinning. 

Ten years later, under the training of that same man, who Anthar now knows as Randal Helwich, a successful werewolf hunter, Anthar has become a master of most weapons, though he favors the crossbow. He also has two Colt Python pistols (he uses silver bullets of course) which he can fire with extreme accuracy, and a silver machete coated with wolfsbane that he uses for close-combat. Randal taught him how to track werewolves, how to kill them and when to run away. He learned everything there is to know about hunting them. Randal gave Anthar a small bag of wolfsbane which hangs from a string that he wears around his neck. He told Anthar that that amulet has been passed on from father to son in his family for generations, and the amulet not only weakens werewolves, but it also protects the wearer from turning if bitten by a werewolf.

A few weeks before, Anthar and Randal ran into some trouble on a hunt for a werewolf that had escaped from the last pack they destroyed. The werewolf surprise-jumped Randal, and they fell wrestling on the ground. Anthar aimed his crossbow at the werewolf, and fired. The bolt went through the werewolf's neck. Anthar ran to Randal and threw the dead werewolf off of Randal. To Anthar's dismay, he saw that the bolt went straight through the werewolf and was stuck halfway in Randal's chest. Randal was dead.

For the past few weeks Anthar has been blindly hunting down pack after pack all over the country, seeking revenge. He will not stop until all the werewolves are dead, or he himself dies.

On one of these hunts, he was tracking a werewolf who supposedly killed a few hunters. The werewolf with the scar beneath its left eye. He followed its footsteps and ended up at a warehouse. Anthar carefully entered the warehouse, looking in every direction. He noticed that someone had set traps all over the place. At the last moment Anthar noticed a razor sharp string. It was stretched out a few centimeters in front of his throat. He could already smell that it was laced with wolfsbane. [i]Another hunter. Interesting.[/i] He continued carefully avoiding the many traps. Suddenly he heard a scream of pain. [i]definitely a werewolf.[/i] He ran towards the noise. When he arrived he saw he had missed all the action. The werewolf he was tracking was lying dead, his throat slashed open. Lying beside the werewolf was a man, a hunter by the looks of him. He ran to the hunter and saw that on the hunter's left arm was a huge cut. The man already lost a lot of blood, and it didn't show any signs of stopping. He quickly picked up the unconscious hunter and carried him out on his back. He drove to the hospital as fast as his Chevy Impala '67 could go. 

A few days after that incident Anthar was contacted by a clan of hunters with a base in a town called "Greyville". They asked him to join their clan. The pay was pretty good, but Anthar wasn't the type of working together with others. On the other hand, working alone did get quite lonely at times. Anthar thought about it for some time, then decided he would go and check out the clan. Greyville was only 5 hours drive away, and he didn't find any new werewolf tracks anyway. 

The clan was a good bunch of people. Their leader, James, was very experienced and was a good leader too. Anthar was tired of being lonely with no one to talk to and he needed some cash for his gas and beer, so he decided to join them. Pretty cool to be part of a clan anyway.
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