My folk have lived in the high reaches of the Carpathian Mountains as long as anyone can recall; we were here before the Romans, according to our kin, the Wolfen. We live by hunting and trapping, using our wits, the tools we can make or trade for, and the gifts the Wolfen have given us. Unlike many clans of the hills, my mother's clan remained pure in our Wolfen blood, and kept good ties with the Fae; none of our own succumb to the Curse of the Lycan for long.

My father's clan, though, was brutal, often raiding both Wolfen and human when the winters grew cold and the days grew short. Mother was carried off by father's people, and used badly before she was rescued by my grandfather. Two of my uncles were forced to take the silver from that, having fallen to the Curse of the Lycan. I grew to be healthy and happy with my mother's folk; though not especially strong, I was quick to learn and long of wind, able to exhaust prey that others might catch through quickness. I also had other gifts from the Wolfen; I can heal from near death before the moon goes from new to half, and the woods themselves welcome me as if I were Wolfen-born, instead of simply Wolfen-blood.

In the winter of my seventeenth year, my father's clan returned from their usual haunts. Their curse had swelled their numbers, so they were five to our one, including our young and elders. They attacked in the full of the moon, and sought to take away my sister, to use her as they'd used my mother. Young and full of righteous anger, I flew towards their leader, my father, a blade of silver blistering my hand. I chopped three times, each time earning a bite from his cursed jaws, each time drawing a spray of blackened blood from his cursed flesh. On the fourth strike, I slew him, severing his head, leaving his flesh to hiss as the silver drove the wolf from him.

I looked up from my kill, and saw that I was all that remained of my mother's clan. Outnumbered as they were, all had perished before the onslaught of Lycans under the full moon. Another Lycan, who I now know to be my uncle Lucjan, actually slipped from Lycan form, blurring into a giant of a man, his clothes (how did he keep his clothes?) festooned with what I thought must be magical talismans. I could see the anger that burned in his eyes as he surveyed his dead brother. He gestured at me, causing pain which robbed me of my mind, robbed me of my sense. Instinctively, I hurled the silver sword I still clutched in my hand. The force of my throw buried the sword in his thigh, ending his concentration upon my torment, allowing me to flee into the night.

That has been three winters ago. I was often forced to abandon my human clothes to hunt as a Wolfen might, but I have grown skilled at living on the run. For, you see, my uncle has followed me. Five times, now, he has nearly caught me, and I grow weary of running. Soon, I think, I must confront him, and he must be slain to avenge my mother's people.

Description: Quite delibrately, Hyrcanus removes his hands from his sleeves. They seem greyed, as if he'd been digging in soot. He then removes his hood, and it is obvious that he is not fully human. His features are sharp, his skin grey. His hair is black, and a short, black beard runs along his jaw-line, not more than a fingers-width outlining his face, making it seem all the more feral. His eyes are large and luminous, gloriously golden in color, with no white at all, just flecks of black. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper, so as not to carry to any outside, and it is through teeth that are a tad too long, a trifle too pointed, and with a tongue that is far too flat to be human.

Hyrcanus Father-Killer
Age: 21 [born 1180]

Int: +1 (cunning)
Per: +2 (intuitive)
Str: 0
Sta: +2 (strong-willed)
Pre: -1 (alien)
Com: -1 (stand-offish)
Dex: +1 (lithe)
Qik: +1 (smooth)

Size: 0
Fatigue: +2
Soak: +3 (+3 damage from silver)

Personality Traits:
Vengeful +3
Wolf +2
Survivor +3

Virtues:
*Ways of the Woods +4
*Strong Wolfen Blood +4 (This blood makes Hyrcanus very visibly related to the Wolfen, giving his ears a distinct point, and his skin a light greyish tone. His eyes are yellow, but reflect green in the night. He posses the virtues of Faerie Eyes, Faerie Sight, and Animal Ken, gains a +3 to natural resistance rolls against magic, may transform into a normal wolf at will, and will begin aging at 50, as per the Strong Faerie Blood and Wolfen Blood virtues)
*Healing +2 (Instead of the standard Healing Virtue, Hyrcanus is able to heal himself very rapidly. He is able to heal 1 Body Level of damage per day, but only to himself. It costs 1 less virtue point than normal due to his strong Wolfen blood).

Flaws:
*Vulnerable to Silver -1 (as the faerie flaw Vulnerable to Iron, save that the damage from Silver weapons is increased by 3 points. This is a -1 flaw to because of the rarity of silver weapons, and because of the influence of his Strong Wolfen Blood)
*Plagued By Werewolf -4 (Hyrcanus's uncle, who is some sort of magician, still persues him)
*Outsider -3 (Hyrcanus's appearance is very noticeable without his hood; grey skin, golden eyes which reflect the light, and a light covering of dark hair)
*Enemies -1 (Hyrcanus's uncle has stirred up all Lycans against him; while these enemies are powerful, they are usually only a threat during the full moon)
*Strong Faerie Nature -1 (This affects most of Hyrcanus's preternatural abilities; Ways of the Woods, Animal Ken, and Faerie Sight are all affected by the strength of the local aura. He must make a Stamina roll equal to the strength of an Infernal Aura, or twice the strength of a Dominion Aura in order to rapidly heal or change shape in those areas.)

Abilities (XP is amount towards next level; specialties are listed in parenthesis):
Speak Slavic 5 (listening)
Brawling 3
Faerie Sight 2 (Wolfen)
Animal Ken 2 (Wolves)
Single Weapon 1 (Spears)
Athletics 2 (run)  1 xp
Awareness 2 (scent) 1 xp
Stealth 2 (wolf) 1 xp
Hunt 2 (wolf) 2 xp
Survival 3 (wolf)
Carpathian Mountain Lore 2 (shortcuts) 2 XP
Legend Lore 2 (Lycans)
Sing 1 (howl)
Wolf Brawl 4 (bite) 0 xp
Faerie Lore (Wolfen) 2  2 xp
Speak Latin 2 0xp
Tirgue Mures Area Lore 1+1
High Meadows Lore 1+1

Equipment:
Dagger +4/+3/+4/+3
Shortspear +7/+3/+4/+3
Fur Hauberk

Wolf Form
Per: +5
Str: +1
Sta: +5
Dex: +1
Qik: 0

Size -1
Soak: +9 (*3/2 damage from silver)
Fatigue: +5

Bite/Claw +7/+9/+9/+7