Name: Arashan
Faction: Werewolf
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Slow to place trust, but hopeful to find the ability to do so. Usually quiet in social situations, normally speaking only when spoken to. Watchful and patient, willing to wait hours for prey to drop guard. Slightly nervous around his own kind.
Appearance: In his bestial form Arashan is tall and slender. Barely larger in frame than the average middle-aged human male, usually considered rather scrawny by other werewolves. His fur is a dark chocolate color that could easily be mistaken for black, and his eyes are a bright lime-green. In his human form, his hair matches the color of his fur, and his eyes are a much darker shade of green. Arashan's light build carries over to his human form as well, just under six feet tall. His skin is lightly tanned and scarred in many areas, the most obvious of which being three claw-marks running down his left cheek to the corner of his lips.
Weapon(s): None as of now, relies on his claws for combat.
Background: Unlike his brothers, Arashan is the first of his family with the ability to take on a human form. His father, mother and three surviving brothers are self-proclaimed "pure-bloods", calling themselves descendants of the first of the wolven beasts, untainted by human blood. In a rational mind, this belief would have been disproven by Arashan's ability, but his family insists that he is a cursed child. With this reasoning, they unanimously decided to cast the boy out to fend for himself on the day of his tenth year, both fearing for their well-being and feeling a deep disgust for him as a product of their "pure and proud" mind-set. His father slashed the boy's face, leaving a mark of shame, then sent him off.
Still just a pup, Arashan roamed, scraping by with the single survival skill that he learned through watching his brothers, hunting. They were brutes, able to slay most creatures roaming their forest with ease, but Arashan soon learned through trial that he was not. While he did possess the agility and acrobatic skill of a werewolf, his strength was barely more than a human. In light of this, he began to practice more stealthy approaches. A single year of practice crafted Arashan into a silent killer, perhaps not quite worthy of the title "Assassin", but certainly an efficient hunter.
Eight more years passed, eight years of surviving in solitude. While proud of his self-trained skill, the young werewolf yearned for more. For clan and kin, to belong somewhere. Something he was convinced could not be his among his own kind. With this in his mind, he has travelled far from the place of his birth and into a foreign land filled with wondrous constructs he'd have previously thought impossible (Having lived in a forest all of his life until then) Upon entrance, he could almost immediately hear crackling thunder, even when not a single dark cloud was in sight. Curious, he ventured forth, keeping to shadowed alleyways in search of the sound's source. When he finally tracked the sound back to it's source, he found a human fighting a beast like himself with a device that launched small projectiles at astounding speeds.
Arashan watched on in silence as the werewolf attempted to evade the human's attacks. Things were not looking well for the wolf, covered in small wounds that poured blood. Just when any trace of hope seemed lost, something struck the human. It came in a blur, but when the man fell to the ground a small blade could easily be seen protruding from his neck. Almost as suddenly as the human fell, a humanoid creature resembling a bird descended from the sky and ran to the werewolf's side. After some brief dialogue, the two turned and started to leave, the avian trying his best to support the wolf as they travelled. Unknown to the pair, a third was right at their heels.