It might have also done you well to mention that Lycans can't be Lunar Scythes.
Not that it matters, since I'm going with Myrmidon.
Anyway, my new character profile!
Name: Laika. However, he willingly and cheerfully adopts the names other gives him, even if they are meant to be insults.
Race: Lycan (Cursed)
Class: MyrmidonLooks:Base Stats (Calculated using standard 4d6 rolls.)
Strength: 16 (Partially from his lycan nature, partially from martial training.)
Dexterity: 20 (Partially from his lycan nature, mostly from intense training.)
Constitution: 15 (Mostly from getting beat up a lot.)
Wisdom: 16 (Lycan senses.)
Intelligence: 9 (He's a dullard, fer sure.)
Charisma: 10 (He doesn't give a shit what you think of his behavior.Belief System
Alignment: Mostly chaotic, reasonably good-ish. (He'd steal your wallet in a heartbeat, but he'd go to the ends of the earth to save a single child's life.)
Religion: Doesn't know, doesn't care. He shares his tribe's superstitions, though.
General Moral Statement: "Laws? Who gives a squirrel's ass? Waitaminute... did you see that bastard kick that dog?! GET OVER HERE, ASSHOLE!"Talents
-Swordplay. Elegant, swift, and deadly swordplay.
-Judging moral character.
Favored weapon: Longsword. An old, permanently sharp, heavily inscribed longsword.
(Note: Longsword is inscribed with the poem Invictus
that I mentioned in my previous character description. However, it's in a language Laika can't read.)Likes
-Fish, especially trout.
-Honorable and challenging combat.
-The smell of food cooking.
-Extremely well-made weaponry.Dislikes
- Dull edges.
- Haughtiness. Laika hates
people with a false sense of pride. Absolutely despises
- The smell of charred human flesh.
- Vampires, the sneaky little bastards.
Normal Theme Song: Wonderlust King
Bestial Theme Song: I Would Never Wanna Be Young Again
(both songs by Gogol Bordello.)
Bio (As smooth as I could make it.)
Laika was born to a caravan of Romani nomads 32 years before the beginning of the campaign. During the first 13 years of his life, he traveled with the caravan, learning to dodge the mocking blows of middle-class and noble inhabitants of the cities and towns the caravan visited and fostering resentment towards the haughty upper classes.
Approximately 3 months and 23 days after Laika's 13th birthday, the caravan was attacked by a pack of wolf-kin lycans. In a moment of fortune, the caravan had just left a village after purchasing silver to sell later on the route, and only half of the caravan was ruthlessly slaughtered before the remnants of the pack were driven off. Laika was heavily wounded defending his mother from the leader of the pack; however, the knowledge that Laika had been strong and clever enough to successfully slay the beast* caused the caravan's healer to set his recovery as her highest priority, and after three weeks of agony he finally pulled through. Although his caravan had lost a great deal in the raid, Laika gained something of tremendous value: a masterfully created longsword, belonging to the wolf-kin leader he had slain. Feeling tremendously confident after his recovery, Laika firmly believed that nothing would be able to harm his caravan again.
Despite this massive temptation of fate, nothing happened to the caravan for then next ten years. Eventually Laika left to travel on his own, leaving the safety of the caravan in the capable hands of his younger brother. He wandered across europe for two years, surviving on his instincts and (unknowingly) the animals he hunted in his lycan form. On his 25th birthday, purely by coincidence, he encountered a traveling swordsman from the eastern lands (China) on a night where the moon was three-quarters full. Upon seeing Laika's sword, the swordsman challenged him to a duel; Laika, not knowing or caring how skilled his opponent might be, accepted and threw himself into the fight. He was, of course, soundly defeated; at that point, Laika went beserk, transforming into his cursed form and leaping at the swordsman once again. When Laika awoke the next morning, he found himself under a makeshift blanket, with the swordsman calmly brewing tea across from him. Thus began Laika's formal training as a Myrmidon, as well as training to understand and control his bestial side. For 6 years he trained and traveled with the swordsman. His training ended abruptly when his master was accidentally slain in the crossfire of a battle between a gunslinger and a vampiric monstrosity in the english countryside. Since then, Laika has wandered europe, selling his skills to those who could afford it and contributing them freely to those he believed to deserve it. His personal mantra is the first verse of the inscription upon his sword, which his master has finally managed to teach him before his death:
"Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul."
Which leads us to the beginning of the campaign...