Appearance: Fenros stands at six foot, and weights 250 hundred pounds of muscle. He is solid as a rock from the years of training with massive swords and other weapons to build his strength. He has green eyes and a bald head that he shaves every other day. He has the makings of a beard but it never grows as he shaves it every other day as well to avoid having hair for witches to take and use against him.
His body has multiple scars on it from years of fighting, and including his face thin white line on his left cheek to just under his eye to under his ear. which causes a break in his thin beard as well. His face is hard, and almost as if he is in constant pain. He rarely smiles (Now) and always seems to have slight scowl upon his face.
Age: 26
Short History: Fenros was born on the blood moon and, like his father before him, grew to be a hunter. His father was not a lord by any means, but they were well off with the reward money they received after each hunt. Because of their life style though, Fenros was used to living in the dirt while they camped and learned survival skills. Like his father and his fathers before him, they were strong. Inhumanly strong due to the blood of a werewolf from his great,great,great,great grandfather. This made them ideal for hunting Witches. But it is also a curse, as they have a dark stain in their blood they have to keep check on their mental stability, or they might more easily fall prey to the dark temptations from the witches.
Fenros also has the ability to talk with Wolves, a trick that has been very useful in tracking witches and not being caught with his pants down. Fenros was a born natural when it came to hunting witches, with the help of his father who was a fierce hunter himself. Fenros rose to be one of the most feared hunters by witches by the age of twenty five, hence the nickname The Terror of Witches.
One of these times he went to hunt a witch he ran into a beautiful woman in the forest. At first he thought she was a ghost, perhaps a wraith. But after he drew closer he realized she was real, and alive.
Her name was Elina and she was perfect, in every way and form. He never fell for any woman like he had for her before. Their time was short and bliss... he actually thought he could forget about hunting and settle down. But as it was, it was short as they were about to kiss, she started to cry and then ran away from him. What he did wrong he didn't know, he called to her, chased her, but she managed to get on her horse and ride away.
Standing bewildered on what had just transpired, he worried he made a mistake somehow. He wanted to chase her more but he had a feeling that he should let her have her space. It was then he looked down and noticed a small silver necklace, that she was wearing moments before. He reached down and held it tightly in his fist.
After almost two days he couldn't wait any longer, he had already asked the lord of the castle where she was. He found out she actually lived in a different castle about a half a days journey away. With her necklace in hand he then traveled to her real home. The whole time wondering what he would say, or what he did to cause her to run. The very least give her necklace back.
Much to his surprise and horror, he found a castle filled with the stench of witchcraft and undead guards. Fearing the worst and that her castle was taken over by an evil witch and killed everyone. He charged through the gate, his massive sword drawn and his war cry loud. He didn't care if he was at a disadvantage by doing so. He was two days late, and Elina could be dead.
He fought, with the rage in each swing, killing each foul thing that stood in his way. It was absolutely dangerous for him to be in this state for the stain in his blood, but he didn't care. He finally managed to make it to the witch of the castle, and demanded to know what she did with Elina. The witch would not answer and attacked him. But he was strong, stronger than he was before with this burning desire to save Elina. He managed to pin the witch down with his sword to her throat, the weight of it alone could have held her down.
Afraid for her life she finally spoke, saying she left only a day or so before... then inquired why he was searching for her. Once he told her she cackled, surprised that Fenros had fallen for her daughter and all the more happy to find out his heart still yearned for her, she told him that she was now a witch...an abomination that he hunted and was feared by, that she only recently became one as well.
Fenros would not, could not believe she did it willingly, she must have been forced to do so. His blood began to boil fiercely, as the witch's laughter sounded through the hall. He raised his sword and jabbed it downward into her chest, severing her head as if it was butter. His roar of fury resounded through the halls as the witches laughter abruptly stopped.
After standing there, breathing heavily as the fatigue suddenly crashed upon him. He pulled the blade up and wiped the blood off before slinging it over his back and reaching into his pack and pulling a small leather pouch of salt, tossing a lot of it over the corpse. He then smashed the chairs and tables, tossing the wood onto the witch, then walked over to a wall and pulled a torch off the wall, slowly lighting each and every tapestry, then dropped the torch on the witch. Waiting to make sure the wood he had tossed onto her caught fire and then her of course, before walking out into the night his thumb rubbing the amulet on Elina's necklace as he gave a silent vow to find her and save her some how.
Type of Woman: Elegant, kind, Shy and mysterious.
Weapon of Choice (only one): Claymore - Witches Bane
The blade stands as tall as him and is made of silver carbon composite. Which gives it it's strength, yet effectiveness against werewolf's and witches
Family Members Names:
Hector Digard- Father
Name:Hector Digard
Age: 55
Short History: He is a a fierce hunter who had hunted hundreds of witches and monsters in his life, but he is most known for finishing the hunt his family started many generations before. The Von'strauss family, an ancient and powerful line of witches which summoned powerful demons by the age of 35.
That was till 20 years later when Lorelai Von'strauss managed to find his home, and challenged him to combat and she would spare his grandchildren/children if he did so. If his son Fenros was there it would have most likely gone differently... But sadly, even though he defeated her summons he failed still, and lorelai was a prodigy in her art.
Type of Woman: Kind and loving, but also a spitfire able to keep him in line.
Weapon of Choice (only one):
Family Members Names: Wife: Selena Digard Jason
Fenros
Pets/Familiars: Duke
Selena Digard- Mother Jason Digard- Older brother Cassandra Allred- Older sister married Molly Digard- Younger sister Flint Digard- Youngest brother
Pets/Familiars: Wolf named Attila, who he raised from a pup 6 years before. His only close friend. As he tends to work alone alot.
Flint Digard
Appearance: Not quite as tall as his brother Fenros, he stands at only 5'8" he is also not as massive as him as well, only weighting 170 lbs. He wears leather armor, with a green and grey molted clock
Age: 24
Personality:Smart and playful, unlike his older brother he tends to joke around on the job. Though he does know his trade almost as well as Fenros. He is more focused on impressing women though and saving damsels in distress.
History: Similar to Fenros, grew up in a hunter family, he was the runt of the 'litter' so to say, his two older brothers toward over him in height and strength...(But not where it counts). He is not unlike his Brother Fenros, Skilled at his craft, and the drive to become like his brother and father and fathers before him. Mostly to get the girls. He also became an Elder, though never really had an opportunity to use it other to bless oil and the such.
When his parents were killed, he tried to go with Fenros to hunt the witch who did it, but Fenros wouldn't let him, taking the burden on his own shoulders and leaving him behind. Knowing his brother he didn't chase him, only would piss him off and that was never pretty. He decided to search himself yet didn't get far. He instead searched out a High priest of the order and decided to study under him for a year straight.
Signature Weapon: Longbow
Things they look for in a partner: He loves the women, Shy, strong, slutty or saintly. He finds all of them as God's Masterpiece's.
Pets/Familiars: His wolf, Mishka
Name: Alexina Broadchurch
Age: 22
Short History: Alexia was raised in the wild by a witch among the forest animals. She learned how to swim from the fish, sing from the birds, fight like a cougar, stalk like a wolf. She did not grow up with any other child her age...she did however come to watch the kids from nearby villages. yearning to meet them but scared as well to do so. It was only when she was in her late teens when she worked up the courage to walk among the other humans. She was socially awkward for sure...but it was exciting.
It was short lived as she came to the realization they hunted animals. So sheltered was she, that she missed this. Horrified she fled back to the wilds to protect her friends from the evil humans. though she did understand that some did respect nature and spared them, but those who did not....never left her woods.
Type of Man: Strong, handsome, cunning and smart. One who respects nature.
Special Power (only one): The power to shapeshift into any creature, and understand them.
Family Members Names: Only mother...the woman who raised her. She did not give a name besides mother.
Pets/Familiars: Pet fox
Robert Flint "Bobby"
Appearance:
"Idjits..."
Age: 60
Personality: Grumpy hard ass, who dreams of the hunts of the past. Though through his rough exterior he is a softy at heart...though you must really know him to even see that.
History:Long story short, Though he would tell you the long story if you asked. Hunted hundreds of witches, werewolves, vampires, trolls, goblins,demons,ghosts, wraiths, wizards, giants, seamonsters.....well you name it, he hunted it. And he was damn good at it. He hunted well till he was in his mid fifties, and finally called it when he fell off a 50 foot cliff, sliding and rolling all the way down and broke most of the bones in his body, his left leg in 5 places. Somehow the old cuss survived. After he healed, he took his money and bought a Tavern in the town of Seren's Folley, and made it into a hunters Den. One stop shop to get drunk, find intel, bounty board, every item you need to hunt what ever you need killin, and a safe house against almost every known monster/ witch. Called Witches Paradise ....It was supposed to be Hunter's paradise but he was sodding drunk at the time he had the carpenter made it, and too lazy to change it. Though he says he named it because the building was full of items to send witches to their paradise...Hell basically.
He tends to keep every hunter under his wing and make sure they don't take marks over their heads. Bobby has been around...he knows all the major hunting families...even did some hunts with them. He has an amazing memory and keeps a record of Every hunter he meets. He tends to keep in touch with many of them and tends to know the griddy details on many things, well before anyone else does.
Signature Weapon: "Betsy"
Things they look for in a partner:Woman who can cook. And put up with him. Oh wait. That's Sophie, his wife.
Pets/Familiars: Old Bloodhound that lays in front of the fireplace mostly.
@SillyGoy I think I can push everyone along. From reading @madame kitten posts and oil intro, I think I have a general idea of what she was planning. As for those who have characters partners who have "vanished" they can partner up for now, at least fighting another witch.
But the key is to keep on pushing along. And I can lead in an "attack from some no named witches so players can strut their stuff.
