*Sighs and looks at his companions* I guess its my turn to tell my story. *Takes a deep breath and sighs*
I was born in a nice little forest, no bandits, trolls, or anythin' like that. My family life wasn't as nice though. I never knew my dad because he had abandoned me and my mom when I was still pretty young. My mom was hardly capable of taking care of me and died when I was a year old. I had to fend for myself day and night. By the age of 2, I was wandering from place to place, trying to stay alive. I was born a hunter I guess...anyways...without a family to take care of me, I became a vagabond, vagrant, wanderer, nomad...whatever ya want to call it...I still have no idea how I managed to do survive, but...I did. I managed to live with a few people, but whenever people found out that I was a werewolf, they were very....upset about it and quite frequently attempted to kill me. Somehow, despite all of the gunhots, high-pitched sirens, and other things...I managed to live. By the age of 10, I found a lumberjack who had a home in the mountains. He adopted me as his son and I lived with him until one fateful day when he got killed by some guy who called himself a hunter. He said he was part of some anti-werebeast syndicate. He almost had me, but I took my father's axe and killed the man who killed my father. My home rests in the mountains, been livin' there for 14 years. I became friends with a fox who told me about this pendant that gave werewolves incredible good luck, but she didn't know where it was. So I came on this adventure to find it. No one knows, but a kindly old woman told me that the sorceror may know where I can find it. *Smiles* I'm glad I went on this journey. Even if I don't find what I'm lookin' for, I'm glad I went. Just lookin' at the three of you makes me think it was a good idea to at least try and find it...
I was born in a nice little forest, no bandits, trolls, or anythin' like that. My family life wasn't as nice though. I never knew my dad because he had abandoned me and my mom when I was still pretty young. My mom was hardly capable of taking care of me and died when I was a year old. I had to fend for myself day and night. By the age of 2, I was wandering from place to place, trying to stay alive. I was born a hunter I guess...anyways...without a family to take care of me, I became a vagabond, vagrant, wanderer, nomad...whatever ya want to call it...I still have no idea how I managed to do survive, but...I did. I managed to live with a few people, but whenever people found out that I was a werewolf, they were very....upset about it and quite frequently attempted to kill me. Somehow, despite all of the gunhots, high-pitched sirens, and other things...I managed to live. By the age of 10, I found a lumberjack who had a home in the mountains. He adopted me as his son and I lived with him until one fateful day when he got killed by some guy who called himself a hunter. He said he was part of some anti-werebeast syndicate. He almost had me, but I took my father's axe and killed the man who killed my father. My home rests in the mountains, been livin' there for 14 years. I became friends with a fox who told me about this pendant that gave werewolves incredible good luck, but she didn't know where it was. So I came on this adventure to find it. No one knows, but a kindly old woman told me that the sorceror may know where I can find it. *Smiles* I'm glad I went on this journey. Even if I don't find what I'm lookin' for, I'm glad I went. Just lookin' at the three of you makes me think it was a good idea to at least try and find it...
