<strong>Name</strong>Radnir<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>40<br/><br/><strong>Gender</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Description</strong>Caucasian Male, 5' 11", fit but not overly muscular, early forties, white hair with hints of grey, shaggy, with an unkempt full face beard, speckled white: http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Radnir_human.png<br/><br/><strong>Profession</strong>Clan hunter<br/><br/><strong>Equipment</strong>A short Spatha type sword, double edged, when in human form, and proficient with a bow.  Neither of these weapons were on Radnir at his death<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>Radnir is a Werewolf, and has been since birth. He was the last in a litter of four, always having to compete for his mothers milk.  Not quite the runt of the litter, he learnt at an early age that he needed to fight to survive, his two brothers and one sister constantly testing his resolve and his parents not the type to mollycoddle.  His clan spent a lot of time on the move, trying to fit in with the locals wherever they could, but tempers were easily lost, and unintentional changes would happen, townsfolk would be terrified, some killed, and the clan would have to move on again.<br/><br/>As Radnir grew older, and the more nomadic they became, he began to listen to the elders, and their stories of a cure for their curse.  Lost scrolls, strange rituals, sacrifices.  He wished to have a family, but he could not bring himself to take a mate to settle with for fear of what might happen to her or their cubs.  Before he could have this dream, he would need to find a way to stop his clan from being constantly rejected, hunted and killed.<br/><br/>His clan were all killed when Radnir returned from a hunt unaware he was being tracked by evil/demonic humans.  Their den was discovered and despite his heroic efforts in protecting the clan, throwing himself in front of a barrage of arrows heading for a small group of cubs, his death was for nothing when the humans killed everyone in the den.