Player: Rjljr21
Name: Johnathan Claw
Age: 222
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2"
Personality:
Brooding, loner, Direct,
Weapons:
Silver longsword and whip
Abilities:
Former werewolf, now posesses the powers of the wolf ( increased strength, stamina, agility, hearing, smell, and regenerative properties) without the feral killing need of a full werewolf
History:
It was a simpler time back then, safer, or so he thought. On his 18th birthday as it was tradition he moved out of my house. For 8 years he was a traveller, working odd jobs when he could, getting the occasional conquest in and then moving to the next town. One late night he came upon a wolf eating its dinner, this was not an odd sight in the countryside, though it was quite a big wolf, and the dinner...looked human. The young man gasped...A mistake, which he still wonders that if he hadn't made, would his life be different. The great animal spotted him and stood on it's hind legs, lips smacking, bloody claws dangling there ready to strike. The young man knew what it was, but he didn't know what to do. Werewolves were still full of myth and legend and how to kill them still is not perfectly clear. Was he afraid, of course, valiantly he tryed to defend himself, for a whole two seconds in fact, until its powerful claw threw his sword somewhere into the night. He woke up the next morn, surprised to be alive, inspecting himself, he realized that it had all been a dream. He thought that until he felt for his sword. He found his sword 40 feet away in the grass, and he knew that it had been more then a dream. That evening he was walking through the woods, and robbers, 5 of them, accosted him. He tried to run, but one of them stabbed him, his eyes turned blood red and he began to change. Instantly the men flew back, thrown by his strength. his fangs and his claws ripped and tore and ate there flesh and by the end of that encounter he was no longer fully human. For a hundred years he stalked the lands, sleeping by day, hunting by night. Not bound by the night like his cousin the Vampire, but he prefered it. He would hunt his prey nightly, turning into the wolf whenever he was in danger or on the hunt. Then one night he killed the wrong girl. Her mother was a witch, a powerful witch. She knew that he had no choice in the killing, but he was also not without blame. Her spell was designed to punish him and free him. She allowed him the powers of the wolf, without the mindless, and soulless killing instinct it had. She restored his humanity, his soul, and with it his memory of all the deeds that he had done. A hundred years of killing and torment. He vowed that day that he would cleanse what was left of his soul by helping to undo the crimes that he had commited until the day he died, whenever that will be...for a hundred years have past and he still has not aged a single day.
These and the following pages were created by Katt V. for BuffyAnnieSummers. All characters are copywrited by their respective players/owners. This is a play-by-email RPG. We do not make money for this, it's just for our own fun. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel were created and are owned/copywrited to Joss Wendon.
