Cadger
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Appearance
Cadger has a slender physique, he is in good physical condition. His face appears in a harden scowl most of the time. His hair/fur is a light brown and his amber eyes seem vibrant. He keeps his hair trimmed shorter than normal elves would with his ears protruding proudly. He will wear common robes colored to match the sand. He also had a dark cloak that he has and wears at night to help hide his figure better. He keeps an array of daggers and knives on his person and typically carries his bow and quiver on his back with his traveling bag.
Skills and Abilities
- Lycanthrope- Cadger is able to transform into a ferocious beast. He once considered his condition a gift but with the loss of his family he views it as an obstacle and recognizes it more and more as a curse. His whole life he would willingly give himself to the full moon and thus feels compelled to transform on those Luminous nights. A taboo act is to transform willingly outside of the full moon, a rule he’s increasingly broke recently. When transformed he enters a bloodlust and has a hard time telling friend from foe.
- Hunter - His clan valued the hunt as their greatest ritual. As such all would learn how to shoot a bow, stalk prey, and read tracks. Cadger is talented at finding all sorts of game in the sands of the desert.
- Knife fighter - Being werewolves, his clan chose to embrace knives and daggers; weapons that reminded them of their great claws when transformed. These weapons also served utilitarian purposes amongst his clan.
- Survivalist - Cadger is good at living off the land. He is able to adapt to most new terrains and can usually find things to help him survive.
Personality
Incredibly kind and gentle, Cadger is always willing to help others when he can. Despite his warm nature, he constantly has to keep his distance from others due to his condition. He finds himself often self loathing and fighting the edge of despair due to his affliction. What he once considered a gift now serves a dark reminder of his past.
Biography & Lore
Cadger’s clan was considered an outcast by all the other tribes of Sand Elves. His family lived a recluse existence in the desert, shunning all others not blessed with their gift of Lycanthropy. To this extent his clan lived on as legend amongst the other tribes, feared even. While other tribes grew to thrive in the desert Cadger’s clan lived in harmony with it.
All of his life Cadger lived as a hunter both by the moonlight and without it. He grew to be a capable tracker, and archer. There was no greater joy than completing the hunt and celebrating the kill as a family, as a pack.
This changed one night when his clan was mercilessly ambushed. Through all the years his clan feared persecution due to their dark gift, only to be slain by raiders fearing them as simple sand elves. As the raiders swept through their camp butchering his clan, Cadger broke one of their sacred rules and transformed willingly into the beast. His sacrilege was too late and only served to ward off the raiders in a bloody conflict; leaving him the sole survivor.
In one moment his life went from living in the sands in harmony with his clan and nature; to violently being thrown into a merciless world of war and squabbles. He had no attachment to anything anymore, no meaning. He wandered the desert for days looking for a sign, for any meaning to fill his life.
All of his life Cadger lived as a hunter both by the moonlight and without it. He grew to be a capable tracker, and archer. There was no greater joy than completing the hunt and celebrating the kill as a family, as a pack.
This changed one night when his clan was mercilessly ambushed. Through all the years his clan feared persecution due to their dark gift, only to be slain by raiders fearing them as simple sand elves. As the raiders swept through their camp butchering his clan, Cadger broke one of their sacred rules and transformed willingly into the beast. His sacrilege was too late and only served to ward off the raiders in a bloody conflict; leaving him the sole survivor.
In one moment his life went from living in the sands in harmony with his clan and nature; to violently being thrown into a merciless world of war and squabbles. He had no attachment to anything anymore, no meaning. He wandered the desert for days looking for a sign, for any meaning to fill his life.
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