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[sub][i]"[color=darkgray]Run, if you want to. You'll only die tired.[/color]"[/i][/sub][/center]
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[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] N A M E S[/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Wolf, Loup, Lupo, Vargen, the thing that growls in the dark.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] S T O R Y [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Various, primarily Little Red Riding Hood.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] B I R T H P L A C E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]The deepest, darkest forest in Wonderland.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] M A G I C [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Wonderland and its denizens are, in a sense, soaked constantly in magic. Most see it as a part of their nature, drawing on it not like a wizard does but like you would use your arms or your eyes. Loup's own nature is that of the predator that exists in the imagination and so his form was tied the popular fear of a predator. Since leaving Wonderland, he has ceased to have a transient form, now existing only as a man, but still retains an the ability to emanate fear.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] A G E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]When humans first heard howls in the night, some part of him was there.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] R O M A N T I C  I N T E R E S T S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Mating, rather than romance, is a more familiar concept to Loup but since leaving his home, he's allowed the softness and corrupting comfort of society to dull his hunter's edge. In other words, he's more human and civilised now than ever before, maybe even enough to comprehend love and even to reciprocate it.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] A T T I R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]As a man, Loup is a little above average height, a fair ways above average muscle mass and leagues above average in beard growth. And while he might not look as toned or chiselled as some athletes, every muscle in Loup's body is tensed and coiled for action at any given moment. As such, he projects an aura of controlled menace with each step, glance and snort, whether he means to or not.

Loup favours dark colours or muted palettes, though whether that's because he misses having fur or would rather blend easily into a dark room is anyone's guess. Regardless, his wardrobe on earth is full of warm, thick, practical clothes that have a certain rugged charm and style to them, but could equally be warm for a trek through the woods or day's hard work. He scorns hats, scarves, gloves and other protections against the cold, preferring to wear his jackets open and his shirts low cut.[/color][/indent]
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[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] H E R O ' S  N A T U R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Loup is a, in essence, the predator you imagine the first time you see a carcass in the woods or a sad little pile of feathers. He is exactly as ruthless and terrible as you can imagine, having been born out of human fear and into the primordial mess of early Wonderland. Overtime, he has gained the qualities of modern, anthropomorphised predators humans have projected; cunning, callousness and cruelty. But at his roots he's still a deeply pragmatic beast who has no confusions about the nature of life, which is to make sure it lasts as long as possible.

Where in the past, Loup's nature and identity was tied to the conception of fear and dread in the human mind, his defeat at the hands of Red Riding Hood and the Huntsman combined with his exodus to Earth have wrought profound change in his form and thoughts. His form has now settled in that of a man and his attitude has followed suit. Civilisation has seeped into his being so that he no longer even considers ripping out a barista's throat rather than paying for his coffee. Some days, he worries that he's not the being he was but other he feels almost... guilty about the old days of blood and fear.

The beast now wears a muzzle but it's made of gossamer and hope, who knows how long it will restrain him?[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] R E N O W N E D  S K I L L S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]As a predator most ancient, Loup is unequaled at hunting like a beast. While he knows nothing of traps and tracks, there's little he doesn't know about scents and slaying. He can and has followed foes across entire kingdoms without losing their trails once. So too can he hold his own in a scrap, fighting with an animalistic fury that can't be matched. Finally, as the original thing that goes bump in the night, Loup owns the shadows and can move through them without detection should he choose to, though he has always preferred to allow a little detection. All the better to frighten you with...[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] F A T A L  F L A W [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]In his heart, Loup is still a beast. After all, you can take the wolf out of the deep dark woods but you can't take the deep dark woods out of the wolf. Merlin's conditions for bringing him to Earth were enforced by more than Loup's questionable understanding of honour, they are magical geas that bind Loup body and soul. And, like all wild things, these bindings chafe him horribly. Should Loup's original nature break through, it will cost him more than he knows, even before the heroes of Mystvale come for him.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] O N C E  U P O N  A  T I M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Do you remember the first time you walked alone in the dark? I'm sure you do, the heart-in-your-mouth terror and cold sweat is hard to forget. And when you heard a twig snap or something rustle, you were sure that is was a feral beast or terrifying monster, come to devour you whole, weren't you? You could feel its eyes on the back of your neck and hear its panting breath. And when you got back to the light, you dived into bed and told yourself it was nothing, that monsters don't exist and there are no more true wolves, that you were alone. Well, you were wrong.

Loup was there, in the dark, watching you.

Since long before you were around, humans have feared the dark, whether it's an analogue for the unknown or simply the space beyond the firelight. And as you know, every little noise in the darkness becomes the stalking of something hungry in the human mind. But what you may not know is that over time, ideas in the human mind can take form, shape and life in another place. So it was in Wonderland that something took form in the shade of the trees and the black of night; a beast of unimaginable fear, fright and terror. Or, rather, exactly as terrible as you can imagine.

For as long as there have been merchants, travellers and heroes venturing through the deep dark woods, there's been something in their to feast upon their bones. Alongside the Jabberwocky, the wolf of the woods was reputed to be the most dangerous beast in all the land, more evil than a host of Bandersnatches or a horde of Jub-Jub Birds. Many heroes came to test their might and many found their ends between his fearsome teeth.

But in time, the great powers of the land turned their attention upon this beast troubling their subjects. Unlike the Jabberwocky, Loup was not under the protection of a monarch of the realm and was chased from Wonderland through the combined efforts of several of the great powers. And while they called it a job well done, few in the realm they chased it into could agree. Indeed, the citizens and nobility of Bellegarde would have happily chased him back had things not changed somewhat.

On Earth, the middle ages were dragging on and the wolf was now the symbol of the wild in Europe. Tales told of packs dragging off children and devouring villages were all the rage in Germany, France and much of the rest of the continent. But with its anthropomorphising, the wolf gained certain qualities that the animal itself knew nothing of; everyone knows that wolves are cunning, cruel and vicious. But while a real wolf is no more cruel than a rabbit, Loup was now a wolf of the mind.

The beast that stalked Belllegarde, therefore, was more defined and wolfish than the one that dwelled in the deep, dark woods but had gained a rough, animal slyness and a distinctly human capacity for cruelty. The people of the land soon leanred to fear leaving the beaten path, for more and more of their countrymen disappeared, never to be heard from again. But soon even that wasn't enough to guarantee safety, for Loup was learning to take advantage of the nation's passion for romance and his own nature as a transient being of Wonderland, where form is much less settled. Beware the suitor with a glint in his eyes, people learned, especially if his teeth are a little too long...

It took the efforts of the land's greatest Huntsman and a girl with a famously red hood, along with a healthy portion of luck, to finally put an end to Loup's glory days in Bellegarde, though they didn't manage to end him for good. Rather, they disemboweled him and dropped him into a lake. Needless to say, he's still a little sore about that and spent most of the long crawl back to Wonderland and the deep dark forest plotting their deaths. And perhaps he would've returned to wreak a terrible vengeance on them both has not something taken his mind off of revenge; the Cataclysm.

That rending, twisting chaotic event shook Bellegarde to its core and shattered the Wonderland that Loup understood, leaving him a beast among monsters in an unfamiliar land. Rather than fall to the void or see himself warp into something alien, he followed the route predators have since the dawn of time; adapt or die. He fled Wonderland with all speed, intending to take up residence in Bellegarde again, only to find the intrusions of the Void there as well. As he beheld the terrible majesty of the shattered world, a dozen of the void's creatures fell upon him.

Their fight was legend. Great tracts of earth were raised in their wake as the group wrestled for the upper hand and scrambled for more advantageous positions. These invaders were strong, quick and had their own unique form of magic (though more learned souls have since referred to it as unmagic) but Loup was old, cunning and very, very angry. Still, he could tell he'd soon succumb to their attacks and had simply resolved to take as many of them with him as he could when a new force entered the fight, one of singular power; Merlin.

As he had prepared to rescue heroes from the land of Bellegarde, the ancient wizard's ceremony had been interrupted by the battling creatures and realised that one among them was of his world, not the void. With a muttered incantation and a wave of his hand, Merlin banished the voidlings and approached the wounded Loup. He offered him a choice; die here in the dirt of Bellegarde or survive and go to a new world. There were of course, the old mage smiled, a few conditions.

What exactly they were stayed between Merlin and Loup, but when the Kings and Queens of Bellegarde arrived at the site to dispatch their greatest heroes to this new realm, they were told Merlin had found them a warrior of mythical skill to act as bodyguard for them in the new world. Some bridled and complained, though not so loud as for Merlin to hear them, but none amongst them recognised Loup for what he was and he arrived on Earth along with a cadre of legendary heroes.[/color][/indent]

[color=dimgray][sub][h3] • [u] A  N E W  C H A P T E R [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=darkgray]Since then, Loup has kept himself to himself and not gotten involved with any of his new neighbours. The dual constraints of society and Merlin's conditions chaffed him terribly for the first year or two, as did maintaing a human shape at all times. When he felt ready, he started to look for work and found more than a few opening for a man prepared to inflict pain on other men. Currently, he's working as a bouncer at a high class Nightclub but he never stays in one job too long.

Loup has greeted the news of a second cataclysm with mixed emotions. He is thrilled at the news something will break through the monotony of his everyday life here on Earth, that perhaps he will once again feel the joy of the hunt and the taste of fear on the air. But he remembers the strength of the void beasts and does not much wish to face them again, not to mention that Merlin is nowhere to be found and his magical geas still burns in Loup's mind.[/color][/indent]
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[sub][i][color=MediumBlue]"[/color]Steal from the rich, give to the poor, look gorgeous while doing it.[color=MediumBlue]"[/color][/i][/sub][/center]
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[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] N A M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Formerly Robin of Locksley, now Robin Hood.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] S T O R Y [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Robin Hood, British historical and folklore figure[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] B I R T H P L A C E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Albion, in the Kingdom of Anglia.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] M A G I C [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Much to Robin's annoyance, no.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] A G E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Five-and-thirty years of age.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] R O M A N T I C  I N T E R E S T S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Although they're not married and rarely admit it, Robin and Marian are deeply in love. Really. All that mocking is just how they show affection.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] A T T I R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]In his life time, Robin has dressed in the finery of a lord, the garb of a warrior, the rags of an outlaw and the clothes of a modern man. Of all of them, he much prefers the soft, warm fleeces of a citizen of Washington, with their incredibly useful zips and many pockets. In the first years of his residence on Earth, he wore increasingly eccentric and unusual outfits, determined to plumb the depths of this new world's supply of clothes until he found the most comfortable he possibly could.

Since then, he's come to understand the version of comely (or handsome or cool) that the people of this world subscribe to and how much one's clothes play into it. He has toned down his choices to something a bit more traditional so while his clothes are still quite practical and warm (Robin has spent many a night crouched in the bracken and doesn't want to be cold like that again) they now reflect a man who carefully selects his outfits in the morning with measured consideration.[/indent]
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[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] H E R O ' S  N A T U R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]When you meet Robin, two things are immediately apparent. The first is that he thinks a great deal of himself. The second is that he thinks you should to. And what's more, it's rather hard not to. Quite apart from his dashing good looks and immense charisma, Robin is the nicest and most generous fellow you'll ever meet. Say you're cold and he'll steal you a jacket, say you're hungry and he'll slay a deer for you. And if you say you're poor... well, he's spent years of his life in a forest, fighting the lawful authority of his own home due to a similar plea.

But within Robin there is now a great doubt. He is, or at least, was a great hero who was famed throughout the world for his selfless deeds. However, he cannot escape the feeling that the causality most people would assume is false; people think that good deeds bring fame, but Robin has began to wonder whether it was not fame that made him do good deeds. When he had a country of adoring peasants singing his praises and a group of merry men looking up to him, it was easy to tweak the nose of the Sheriff and damn the consequences. But without them, without that legend to surround him and sustain him, Robin constantly worries that one day, he'll simply not have the motivation to be a hero.

He needn't worry, of course. Maid Marian would kick him into shape before letting that happen.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] R E N O W N E D  S K I L L S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]As everyone knows, Robin is a master of the bow and arrows. Despite not being a traditional noble's weapon, he has spent most of his life firing arrows at targets near and far can therefore perform feats of near mythical skill. Splitting arrows that have already struck a target, he says, is child's play. A more interesting exercise is splitting them in mid air... Apart from that Robin is a skilled woodsman, able to live off the land, track, evade pursuit and scout. As a noble, he has also bee trained with the more traditional weapons of sword, hammer, spear and lance but lack of practise has eroded his ability with them somewhat. And, though he says so himself, he's rather charming.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] F A T A L  F L A W [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Robin's flaws are twofold; he thrives on and requires the adulation of others to function and he is aware of this. His need for fame and admiration is bad enough but his new found self awareness leaves him constantly crippled by second guessing himself. Did he make that donation because it was the right thing to do, or because he knew that the charity worker would look at him with grateful eyes? It's only with the reaffirmation of those that know him will he be able to be sure that you can be good [i]and[/i] famous.[/indent]

[color=MediumBlue][sub][h3] • [u] O N C E  U P O N  A  T I M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Born into nobility in the Ablion kingdom of Anglia, Robin of Locksley was all that a noble should be. He was strong, a natural swordsman, a clever study, a cunning tactician ad a devoted son to his father. The only problem was that for all his potential, he showed little interest in anything other than having fun. He would slip from his rooms in the castle, down into the courtyard and play with the dogs or creep out to run through the woods. And all the harsh words from his father did nothing to change his mind. They had never gotten on particularly well, and the old Earl's contemptuous dismissal of the peasantry had further soured relations.

It wasn't until Robin laid hands on a bow for the first time that he ever showed interest in anything. But that moment was, even in a world with a single light bulb, was electric, a perfect connection of man and tool. From that day on, rarely was he sen without a bow and arrows, whether he was at home or touring the countryside. Everyday he rose early and hammered shot after shot into the central ring of far off targets, with more and more ease. His father told him that it was a peasant's weapon, for the common man who couldn't afford sword, shield and armour. But Robin still had no interest in listening to his elders.

In time, of course, things changed. Robin's father died and he became the Earl of Locksley, intending to be a more open handed and generous liege lord that his father. And had he been given time, he would likely have followed through on such lofty ambitions but fate played a different hand. The monarch of Anglia, King Richard the Lionheart, was raising his banners to march upon his old enemies in Bellegarde. All loyal nobles were called on to raise the levies and join him to sail across the narrow sea for gold and glory. Robin wanted to resist the call but another part of him longed for such heroism, longed to stand beside the Lionheart and slay foes by the score.

War, of course, is never that easy.

The campaign was long and bloody and, for many, pointless. Land was taken, held, defended, lost, retaken. Men and women died with roars of defiance or shrieks of despair, more and more each day for an entire decade. Robin had many illusions stripped away in those years and everyday he longed to return to Sherwood forest, to see the people of Locksley and to never touch a sword again in his life. But he had sworn to stand by his King and stand by him he would, for Robin was no oathbreaker. Luckily for him, he did not need to be. During an ambush, he saved the King's life with a few well placed arrows and the Lionheart asked what reward he could give such a loyal follower. All Robin asked for was the freedom to return to his home and the King granted his request, albeit grudgingly.

But in Richard's absence, Anglia had changed. His cowardly younger brother, prince John, had seized power and given land to his cronies and those prepared to forsake Richard. Locksley, for example, was now the province of one of Robin's previous underlings, the former Sherif of Nottingham. A cruel and greedy man, he had taxed the province terribly with more and more ridiculous demands on the people. He was not best pleased to learn of Robin's return, knowing that there wasn't a man, woman or child in the county who would support him over Robin. So he sent a dozen rough men to end Robin's life and ensure his own rule.

Needless to say, it didn't work. Robin dispatched the mercenaries and was put on his guard by the attempt on his life. Rather than ride back to Locksley beating a drum and telling everyone to rejoice, he disguised himself and crept back into town, gently gathering information on the situation and the times as he did. What he learned was dire; his land taken, his castle occupied, his people oppressed and his name slandered. For a moment he considered retreating to Bellegarde to warn Richard of John's treachery and perhaps petition him for aid. But the thought of returning to the battlefield was abhorrent to him and he could not face it.

Instead, he decided to stay but not in the castle. One piece of gossip that had reached his ears was that the Sheriff's tax revenues would be transported by two dozen armed guards through Sherwood forest in the next few days. After years of tracking cunning Bellegardian scouts, Robin was easily able to locate a cart guarded by thugs and managed to liberate the coins. Most men would have fled and happily retired on such a fortune but Robin could no more leave Locksley than he could put down his bow. So he gave the wealth of the people back to the people, promising the peasantry that he would not rest until the Sheriff was disposed. So the name Robin of Locksley was lost and so began the adventures of Robin Hood.

And what adventures they were. He fought the good fight with such staunch allies as Little John, Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet and against such fiendish villains as Guy of Gisbon, the Sheriff of Nottingham and Prince John himself. He met the love of his life, Marian, and bickered with her ceaselessly. More gold poured through the county than ever before but no sooner had Robin stolen and redistributed it than the Sheriff's men would arrive to take whatever they pleased again. Robin would doubtless have one day defeated his foes entirely (probably in some way that was poetically just) and would likely even have gotten around to marrying Maid Marian (if she would have him) but something happened to put all bets off; the cataclysm.[/indent]

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[indent]Despite being some of the lucky few to escape the collapse of their world, Robin and Marian were unable to bring their Merry Men with them to Earth. They arrived and immediately began to beg, threaten and cajole Merlin to go back for their band but the wizard refused. He told them to make do with each other and a whole new world, that it aught to be enough.

Since then Robin has tried to be a proper man, tried to hold down a job and even tried to keep helping people as best he could. But every job he's tried, from security to management, has felt to him like painfully, mind numbingly boring suffering. For the moment, he works at a charity for disenfranchised youths and goes out on bi-monthly excursions with Marian to rob from the rich and donate to the less well off.

It's a life.[/indent][/hider]