Full Name:  Daryth Necator
Nickname(s)(If any):  None
Age:  Around 16
Gender:  Male

Weapon of choice (if any):  Light weapons, such as daggers and swords, and bows on rare occasions

Personality (120 word minimum requested):  Daryth is a dark and mistrusting person.  He won't open to anyone unless he completely trusts them, even then he usually seems quiet and distant.  He does care for others sometimes, but doesn't usually risk his own life unless he has a good reason.  He tends to shy away from towns, preferring forests and natural areas to populated ones.  He is slow to anger, but once he is angry, everyone in the vicinity will probably know.  Even though he has trouble trusting others, once you become his friend, he will never abandon you, no matter what the cost may be, but if you ever betray him, he will probably never trust you again and will seem paranoid, questioning your every action.

Strengths:  Brave, Loyal, Resourceful, Intelligent, trained in melee combat

Weaknesses: His senses can be overwhelmed, such as by loud high-pitched noises, or many different smells in one place

Points of view (religion or otherwise):  Doesn't have any

[U]Appearance[/U]
Height:5'8"
Build:  Thin
Skin:  Lightly tanned
Eyes:  Dark green
Hair:  Black hair that falls to just above his eyes
Anything else (Tattoo):  *Dum Spiro Spero around his right wrist
Overall Appearance (150 word minimum requested):  Daryth's clothing consists of a loose fitting shirt, usually dark green or black, a pair of pants which are almost always mottled with different greens, browns, as well as other colors so that they blend into forests.  His shoes are basic traveling boots, though he keeps a knife hidden in his left one.  When he travels, he will wear a traveling cloak to hide his face as well as his anthro features.  Occasionally, he will wrap a cloth around his tattoo and hand to hide it, but is more likely to keep it hidden under his cloak.

[U]Power(s) & Description(s):[/U]
Enhanced Agility and Speed-  Because he is an anthro as well as having been trained from a young age, he focuses more on speed than strength.

Enhanced Senses-  Daryth's senses are sharper than that of most races, especially his hearing and sense of smell.  Unfortunately, because of his enhanced senses, it's possible for them to become overloaded.

Transformation-He has the ability to transform into a wolf because he is an anthro.  ([URL=http://www.deskpicture.com/DPs/Nature/Animals/GreyWolf_f.jpg][U]Click here[/U][/URL] for a picture)

[U]History[/U] (2 paragraph, 150 word minimum requested):

Daryth grew up in a secluded village of anthros deep in the Gelbran Forest.  They had purposely hid themselves away after raging a war with regular humans, who thought that the 'subhumans' were inferior and no better than slaves for manual labor.  Due to this fact, they trained continuously in preparation of a probable attack, beginning at a very young age, and Daryth was no different, beginning to learn the basics at around the age of six.

At age thirteen, he chose to continue to train with swords and other melee weaponry instead of ranged weapons such as longbows and other things.  Because of his speed, he was able to best many of his peers, though in direct combat he was almost never able to best his opponent.  As his skills and age grew, he became a sentry for his village, seeming to protect against nothing more than wild animals.

[I]Daryth yawned as he sat on a branch in the trees, his legs dangling over the side, and his back against the trunk of the tree.  He wondered why they had recently added some sentry to the watches, but it didn’t really matter to him.  Unfortunately, he had agreed to help out already, and would go back on his word.  Sighing, he stretched his arms and stood up in an attempt to rid himself of his weariness.

Continuing to stretch, he noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.  Curious, but careful, he paused a moment before appearing to just be doing a routine scan of the area.  Unable to find anything out of the ordinary, he wondered if it was just his imagination.  “I’m just tired that’s all,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes and yawning yet again.  Jumping down to a lower branch, he suddenly stopped as he heard a scream.

In the other end of the village, a high-pitched scream was heard, soon followed by more.  A loud bell then began ringing in the center of town, signaling a warning.  Many anthros rushed from their posts, dropping everything, and discovered part of their village aflame as well as humans, clad in dark armor and bearing many different weapons.  As the young anthros made his way to the burning side, he could hear the sound of metal on metal as well as the dying screams of his fellow anthros and humans alike.

He slowly came to a halt as he saw the destruction before him.  To his left, many building had been burned to ashes, leaving almost nothing but the charred remains of what was inside, and to his right he saw a mass of warriors fighting.  ‘This is what we were being trained for…’ he thought, fear and confusion filling him.  As he stared at his fallen kin, he became dimly aware that some of his friends and peers among them.

His emotions slowly twisted into hatred and anger as he continued to see others killed at the hands of humans.  His form seemed to shrink as he fell to the ground, now no longer human but a white and gray wolf.  Letting out a howl, he rushed at the nearest human and rammed into him with enough force to knock the man down.  The man tried to cover his face and throat while also trying to fend off his canine attacker, but failed and movement soon stopped.

Howling again, he hurled himself at more enemies, helping his fellow villagers as well as attacking anyone who got in his way.  As the night turned to dawn, few on both sides were left standing.  Only a handful of anthros remained but a dozen or so humans still remained.  Seeing they were outnumbered and fatigued, the anthros, all human now, pulled back and stood side by side.  The all doubted the chances of them winning, and they began whispering to each other as the humans slowly advanced.

“We cannot win…  We must escape,” a female said, a moderate wound still bleeding from her arm.  Another burly anthro grimaced, the black wolf ears on his head twitching in frustration as he said, “You’re right, we can’t win, there are too few of us and we are all exhausted.”  Daryth gulped as the human drew closer and quickly said, “We must bide our time and find more of our kind.  If we die today, the deaths of our kinsfolk will have been in vain.  As much as they hated to admit it, they all knew he was right and agreed to meet several years later with others they had found.[/I]

The few survivors then ran off into the night, barely managing to escape from their attackers.  They severed communication with each other, only ever meeting by chance on almost impossible occasions or by following the rumors of the others’ deeds or whereabouts.  To this day, they remain true to their words and continue to seek revenge on the militia that attacked them.

Home territory/town:  Unknown
Occupation:  Wanderer
Subraces:  None

[U]Others[/U]
Likes:  Forests, being alone
Dislikes:  Towns, confined spaces, bright areas
Fears: Being betrayed

Anything else to add: * means 'While I breathe, I hope'