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Name Grant Avery
Age 25
Gender Male
Species Human - Werewolf
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 6'2"
Occupation Craftsman
Residence Wanderer
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Physical Description
Grant's natural hair color is dark brown— He was born with a solid head of gentle, curly locks that his parents were quite proud of. Following... Recent events, Grant's hair has gone pure silver— Almost translucent in color, and grows into a long mane almost overnight. Due to a lack of willingness to care for it, one of his morning routines is to bundle it all up in one hand and take a sharp knife to it, leaving him with a short length of silver hair for the day.
Grant's a thin man, by Adellan standards; Very little meat on him, but also very little fat. He's not built for taking very many hits, though the scars on his back and body would tell you otherwise. He has muscle— the kind built by working one's self to the bone without much care for their health and wellbeing... But that's about it. His fingernails are white— which at a distance seems quite normal, but up close one can tell that they're not 'translucent' like normal nails but bone-white by default; As if made from the same material as his teeth. These, too, tend to grow far faster than they naturally should, and Grant often is made to 'wear them down' on objects in order to not stand out.
He is penniless, and thus lacks any real wardrobe or armor; His typical clothes are little more than rags or peasant's wear, a tattered, old, long-sleeve hemp shirt and fishermans' pants. He doesn't tend to wear shoes; Can't afford them, and can't afford to keep replacing them when... 'accidents' occur.
Personality
Given his particular affliction, it's no wonder that Grant is very distrustful of just about everyone around him. It's not a slight against the people he meets, but a means to protect both them and himself. He only ever interacts with others if it's necessary— and if others interact with him, he does his best to excuse himself from the situation or brush them off as much as he can— All for the sake of keeping his distance from others. Despite this, he cares deeply for the people he does connect with, who know and accept him for what he is— and to that end, works even harder to keep himself away from said people as much as possible. Guilt has warped his mind into believing that this is the only way he can find any peace, by living as a societal outcast.
The one thing he will put his foot down over, however, is injustice. No, he won't jump to save every little damsel in distress, or right every moral or political wrong that exists. He's perfectly capable of turning a blind eye to things if it's for the best for himself or people he cares about. However, he can't turn a blind eye to something literally happening in front of him. He sees it as the only thing that separates him from truly losing his humanity, and under threat of affliction or not, he will attempt to intervene.
Magic/Abilities
Grant suffers from a strain of lycanthropy. He has for the better part of his life, and despite living with it for years, he still can't control it— only predict and work around it. Uniquely, he has learned that his lycanthropy isn't triggered by a full moon, or a time of the month; It's triggered by contact with silver, or skin-to-skin human contact. The latter isn't such a problem; The former, however, is difficult to deal with, and requires constant vigilance. For a blessing, while any physical contact with either can start the change, only prolonged contact can cause a full-on change. Any amount of change, full or otherwise, takes an entire day to regress— hence Grant's reluctance to interact with others.
When only partially transformed, Grant is still mostly in control of his facilities. His human and werewolf instincts compete with each other for every decision he makes, but he at least has a say in it. When fully transformed, he is locked inside of his own mind; Aware of his actions but only marginally able to influence them. Be it slaughter of innocent civilians, destruction of landscapes, or otherwise, he is forced to watch from behind his own eyes and beneath his own skin as his body goes on an instinctual rampage for an upward of an hour, until the regression process begins to take hold. Scarily, the only way to quickly return him to his human form is to sate the beast within-- by feeding upon human flesh, Grant can regain his senses fully, and revert the transformation... but doing so comes at the cost of a life.
In his wolf and human forms alike, Grant's body heals very, very quickly— but requires constant sustenance. As a result, to save energy, he tried to live as austere a life as possible, to avoid getting hurt, hurting others, and having to waste energy. Goes a long way to explain his gaunt-looking state of being.
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History
Grant Avery, born Einrich Evans, was a Connlaothian commoner before his current circumstance. His middle-class family lived in a small town just outside of Uthlyn, and made a living selling and trading lumber. He was the 3rd of 4 siblings, between his 2 older brothers and younger sister.
One afternoon, while returning from working the lumber in the fields just beyond his home, he and his brothers were attacked by a wolf-like man who nearly killed them all. Together the three of them fended the creature off, but Grant was bitten in the process, and had to be nursed back to health for a few days before he regained consciousness. His mother and younger sister were the ones to look after him, changing his dressings and helping him stay clean— but neither would have expected that on the 4th day of his recovery, Grant himself would transform— becoming just like the monster that had attacked him. In a blind, instinctual rampage, he killed both his mother and father, and gravely wounded his sister, but managed— somehow— to regain enough control of himself to prevent himself from biting her, and transferring the curse further. Horrified and ashamed of his actions, he fled the village under threat of pitchfork and torchfire, and hid away within the forests at the edges of mountains throughout Connlaoth for 4 years.
Eventually, through trial, error, and fear of dying alone, Grant learned to re-enter society. He learned to manage his curse, and how to avoid setting it off, and also learned that at some point in those 4 years, two of the other were-creatures like himself had been slain; His village (save for his family) believing he was one of them. With something akin to a cover story in that regard, he managed to quietly work a few odd jobs to buy himself citizenship in Uthlyn under a new name, and establish a very bare-bones, yet complete-enough life in the city. Though the sins of his past haunt him eternally, he has mostly removed himself from his prior life, and resolved to never set foot in his home village— or harm another person— ever again.
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