[center]I'm getting too old for this shit[/center]

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[b]Name: [/b]Willard Higgins 
[b]Age:[/b] 49
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Sexual Preference:[/b] Straight

[b]Occupation:[/b] Construction Worker/ Civil Servant

[b]Relationships:[/b] 

Jacob Ribald - 25/M/Son of Old Friend
Samantha Higgins - (0)Dead(20 Would-be)/F/Daughter
Marsha Higgins - (25)Dead(45 Would-be) /F/Wife


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Personality: 
Its been some time since his wife and daughter died, a full 20 years in fact. He already made his peace and has adjusted well into his wife's home town. He smiles his same dry cookie cutter smile, waves at the neighbor kids as they head to school, and has friendly arguments about the local hockey teams with the other men on bar nights. 
Let the kids around town have their fun, he's had his fill.
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Biography: 
In his prime, he was considered one of the best .As an agent of the Thule Society he quickly rose through the ranks and soon led his own Hunts. In time he married a quiet girl from a small town and had a bouncing baby girl. 

The Thule Society treated their members well enough, his pension would carry him and his own even after retirement and Thule would have relocated him and his family, away from the bloodshed. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

 He didn't blame those Wolves, at least not anymore, revenge was only expected. He killed countless in the past and of course they would come for him. Of course death wasn't enough, those beasts took it all, his wife, his child, his livelihood; in return they left a curse. Old Friends became enemies, and Old Enemies -well- stayed enemies. He was hunted by the Thule society and of course he ran, and the cycle of revenge continued, the curse he received was but only a new tool. By the end there was nothing left. Old ties severed, he quietly settled back into society, 
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[b]Pack Information [/b]
Pack Position: Loner
Mate: Dead
Bitten

Hunter Information 
Weapons of choice: None - Left it all behind, had a crossbow at one point though.
Experiences: Not anymore. Never again. I've made my peace, and hopefully they did too.
Kills Count: 20? 40? 80? I don't even know anymore.
Organization: [s]Thule Society[/s]
Weaknesses: Arthritis is a bitch. Reflexes ain't what they use to be. 

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