A young traveller, some would say. - Extremely young. Mix between high elf and shifter, seeking to stay away from people since birth. Standing alone by the side. . . - In a deep and dark night, he was bitten. - Lycatrophy. - How he thought it would be the end, truly, the end. His body succumbed to it. - No way to fight it in the end, and too scared to talk with people about it. Alone in his little corner.

Yet it seems it was not bound to be this way. - His body adapted, perhaps thanks to his lineage as a shifter, perhaps not. But yet he lived deep in the dark with the others, a blood hunter. - He sworn to keep fighting the darkness, to use the power he was bestowed by accident to help others where he could. - Good? - No. - Neutrality was his key, things have a natural order. . He had to keep it best he could, young.

He stood at around 6'1, yet most of the time attempting to see just a little bit smaller! - Having a nice yet lightly avoidant personality, simply more so observant, often times sniffing the air to get a smell on everyone, just to make sure he remembered it for later if it was required.