Lloyd Thule

Lloyd mostly wears cheap, loose clothing and is most likely stolen from camps tresspassers set up. He usually smells of a musty, earthly smell that sets him apart from townfolk. Though trying to keep himself clean when he travels to towns and villages, tends to inhertant a dirty look with his long, black hair and thick, but under control beard. His light blue eyes resemble the skie's pure reflection, expecially when he changes to his wolven side. Lloyd dresses up in town on occasion in his leather armor to wonder what the townfolk's lastest rumors are.

The stench of blood filled the air, feuding with the musty smell of pinewood trees and the moist ground. A lonely man rose his head up from the slowly rotting corpse of some animal that he appeared out of, embracing the warm, fleshy creature, whose blood he was drenched in. He continually munched on a chewy, but raw piece of meat as if he liked it. His skin was covered in the slightly fresh blood of the creature he claimed as his prey as his lower body was sucking the moister from the mossy, moist ground that he lay on, panting heavily from the night before. He ignored the pain coming from his head, "Fighting will increase suffering" he thought to himself, remembering words uttered to him before his "gift". He tried to remember the night that caused him to be where he was but all he could remember was memories of a man. The man that tainted his skin, his mind, and his soul. He lost what simple memories he lost in his head for events he never experienced from years ago. He saw himself from another's eye, him being tortured and then eventually bitten and left to die.

The pain in his body was great as he looked over to his shoulder, in which he was bitten, and closed his eyes, hoping it was just some sick reaction to the impurities he filled his body with to cope with his failures in his previous life. The life that he wished to forget and embrace his new life as a member of the pack, a beast of fear. As he sees the graphic images of his maker's memory, he notices where he is and what his is doing. He immanently gags on the flesh of the animal and spits it out, leaving an awful, raw taste in in mouth. Standing up, the man leaves the warm embrace that the animal offered him in the cold nights in the Western Woods. With his clothes tattered and destoryed, the man looked around. Nothing in sight but the trunks of the pinetrees and the occasional boulder to shelter small woodland animals from predators.

The man stumbled around the woods, holding his rip cage from the pain that creeked on inside. He knew not where he was going but instead let the raging beast inside him take control of his movement and instinct. He was a vassal against the hungering beast in his own body, passively letting the beast show him the way. He began to sprint as if he knew where he was going, he really did not but he trusted this newly inflicted "disease" care for him instead. He kept remember his maker's memories. The brutal muders he commited and him slaughtering innocent people. Not out of revenge or greed but his instinct, there was no turning back for what Lloyd had become. He considered this his new chance in life, to right his wrongs. To right others wrongs... Lloyd walked around, slowly remembering his own memories, he was not fond of them. His heart beat like crazy, the rotting taste in his mouth was killing him. Lloyd wondered if anyone had seen him change, if anyone knew. Would people accept him as a human or just see a monster waiting to kill.

Doubting the humans, the animal inside drove him home, passed countless trees and creatures. He only could think of his friends and his family and how he was not even considered a human being. Shock had not yet taken its toll on his mind, he was too worried of the things to come than rather think of what he had become. The old, shabby home that his family offered to him as they moved away from the mainland to some distant place he knew not of. The shack was old and worn down, but it was home. Lloyd lived a life of solitude away from the populations of the villages around the forest and towns around the villages. Lloyd uneasily paced in his small home, wondering what people will think of him, will they hunt him like so many others. He needed to find his maker or some pack, even if it ment his death by their hands, he would still be better off trying than being hunted by humans and dragged through the streets like some animal.

Rummaging through his run down home quite viciously, Lloyd packed his small, brown bag to wonder the forest. Lloyd set off on his personal quest for answers to his questions. He strayed away from the road, fearing what people would think of him if word got out about him. So Lloyd traveled in secret, hiding from the very few travelers the woods vacant roads see. Knowing following and learning from other Lycans was the best way for survival in the harsh lifestyle he always heard about from the executions. He was scared but pushed on, not yet wanted to give in to death so quickly. Lloyd searched the woods for any signs of fellow Lycans, not that he really knew what signs of these beasts were. Lloyd was cautious when entering villages and towns, though he appeared to be normal, he was never sure what was capable of or what they were capable of to him. Never staying to long in a town, Lloyd stayed on the outer edges, just barely able to see the lit candle lights of the watchmen.

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Positive

Loyal - Social near friends - Witty

Negative

Sarcastic - Self Righteous - Gets Violent Fast

Arrive at Surna
Set up a camp
Meet other Lycans
Find a "better" way of life