User:Trevalyn
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Lycanthrope Wanderer
Name: Trevalyn
Gender: Male
Age: Appears Mid-30's
Race: Lycan
Sub-Race: Human
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Weight: 180 lbs.
Skin Colour: Fair with a ruddy undertone
Eye Colour: Grey, wolf eyes
Hair Colour: Black
Profession: Scout
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Home: Formerly Chartsend; with the dissolution of the Keepers of the Temple, he's been spending significant time in Venturil.
Preferred Weapons: Sword or tooth and claw
Profile Image: https://i.imgur.com/UqVmlHR.jpg (Created by me in Artbreeder; I give myself permission to use it)
Description
Trevalyn is a natural-born lycan. His heritage manifests in the angular, lupine-like features of his face, complete with canid-like teeth in his mouth. His eyes are those of a wolf; storm grey in color and they remain the same even when he changes shape. He's strongly built from a lifetime on the hunt and usually has a sour expression upon his face. If visible, his stomach is covered in a mish-mash of old scars akin to battling an armory full of blades and losing. Whatever wound caused them was horrific indeed and those with a trained eye would see they're from claws, not steel. Otherwise, he resembles a human being with a perpetually messy growth of facial hair.. Numerous scars adorn him here and there.
In his hybrid form (half-animal, half-man) Trevalyn gains three feet in height and puts on an extra two hundred pounds in weight between mass and muscle. His head is that of a feral wolf though his jaws aren't quite as powerful as his full on animal form. He's covered in black fur and, as in animal form, powerful muscles can be seen beneath his skin. His forelegs are elongated and his fingers end in sharp talons, his rear legs more lupine and shorter, also ending in long claws. While capable of bipedal action it's more comfortable to be on all fours when in this shape. Trevalyn isn't as fast as his wolf form as a hybrid either but still swifter than any normal human could hope to be.
In his animal form, Trevalyn is a powerfully built, black-furred dire wolf. His limbs and body are both elongated and sleek, indicating speed over brawn, but there's no denying the thick muscle beneath his hide from his conditioning in life. The added bulk gives him an extra measure of resilience and both his teeth and claws are razor sharp.
Background
Trevalyn doesn't speak much about his past of his own volition but he's not adverse to doing so if asked.
He was the son of the pack alpha in his homeland and ran with that group from an early age. After a while, he grew tired of the routine and expressed a desire to travel which his father strictly forbid. Trevalyn decided to try anyways. When the pack caught up with him they attacked and quickly over-whelmed him. The young man's stomach was eviscerated by his fathers claws, his entrails ripped free, and then he was left to die.
But, as they say, only the good die young.
He regained consciousness a few hours later and stuffed his guts back in. Making his way deeper into the forest, he cauterized the wound with a knife blade over a camp fire and then spent the next week in and out of awareness with fever. He might have died then too were it not for his basic knowledge of medicinal herbs from his time with the pack. Eventually he was well enough to move and did so with utmost haste lest his father learn of his survival.
Now Trevalyn has come to Hollow, a werewolf from a distant land, and he's endlessly amused by what he finds. New people, new creatures, new challenges... it's a hunter's paradise.
He has since made a number of friends, including the elf Alicia and the vampiress Marin, and even joined a clan, The Keepers of the Temple, operating out of Chartsend as a paid scout. The job has been going very well for the young werewolf, who has gained quite a bit of life experience, and learned to temper some of his more aggressive urges into mischief rather than maliciousness. Still, he is what he is, and Trevalyn has the reputation for being the 'dodgy' resident of the area.
Unforeseen circumstances kept Trevalyn away for an extended period of time. He returned to find little trace of the Keepers and many of the rulers of the lands he knew are gone. Now he's left to discover what's the same and what's changed beyond his recollection. Trevalyn is something of a loner by circumstances more than nature, his pack-mentality chafing at the isolation his current environment has put upon him. He misses old friends and has had difficulty meeting new ones.
Time and experience have tempered some of his youthful exuberance though the Lycan remains sly of eye and wry in humor. His former overly-talkative nature has mellowed out though not his sense of mischief or gallows humor.