Alhambra Dún
This man is one of those oddities: a man in Hell.
Once upon a time, Alhambra Dún was a heroic knight in the mortal realm. Perhaps I could offer you a description of his time and his place, but in truth, does it matter? Consider him to have come from a faerie tale into a nightmare. And yet, the nightmare which came upon him was not and is not Hell. It is the curse and blessing which dwells within his bones and trapped within his skin. Dún is cursed by the aftereffect of having been at the epicentre of the fatal magical breakdown of a Communer, a master life mage, and this is the nature of his change: the greatest and most terrible lycanthropy which has ever existed.
In search of a cure for this affliction, Alhambra traveled far and wide, and committed many heroic deeds, and sordid acts of violence, before pursuing a demon through a gate into Hell itself. And here, in Hell, he has found some small measure of serenity.
At the monastery, Alhambra embraced the discipline of the monks, and Infernal artistry crafted a cage and a dream for the beast which lurks within him. He is, at least, at peace.
Alhambra is a burly and somewhat hairy man of average height. His dusky skin is marked with the scars of his life as a questing knight, but is more dramatically engraved with a singular tattoo, that of a vast forest, with hundreds of trees inked upon his flesh, forming thickets, paths, and groves. It is through this eternal forest, drawn upon his skin, that the Beast wanders, hopefully never to be set free. This, Alhambra prays for.
Alhambra Dún