Children of Lucian: Lycan Profiles

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Foreword on the Lycanthropes

I have chronologued here some of the most notable and deadly lycans which I have come across in my ongoing studies and continual search for the truth. Lycans live on the outskirts of our civilization, as I have noted in various other texts. Here, I reference some of the most deadly, infamous, and notable lycans known today.

They answer calls of nature, revered above all else. If e'er a man defile, their justice swiftly dealt.

I, Alloden Garthry, have dedicated my life to studying the truths behind these creatures, and I am afraid that what I am about to reveal in these pages will undoubtedly seal my own death warrant. Let the truth be passed to you, so that the cause may carry on. My life is of little consequence, now...  

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Lucian, Child of Adam
Lycanthropes: To all of them a curse of Pride

Wulver, the Plains Strider
Clan Discipline: Passage Magic
Clan Members:
Wullf Maximas [Ronyo Storm]

Varcolac, the Mountain Stalker
Clan Discipline: Demon Magic
Clan Members:
Melkar Vansaar [KillerWarrior13]

Fenrir, the Forest Walker
Clan Discipline: Bestial Growth
Clan Members:
Uurfu Silvanus [Ronyo Storm]
Yuma Dawnrunner [Alaundria]
Calder Johannessen [Ikken Isshu]

Rougarou, the Swamp Treader
Clan Discipline: Deception Magic
Clan Members:
Ursus Vandreckt [Mr. Blackbird Lore]

 

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Wulver
Wulver is somewhat of an exception to the inherent sin of Pride. His brood have inherited a great deal of humility, and are very peaceful. They do not molest those who do not molest them, and even so, they seek justice only for those directly responsible for the transgressions. Wulver's brood does not carry grudges. However, for these reasons, they are incredibly proud of their way of life. Wulvers possess the power of 'passage' magic. They are so in tune with nature that they are actually capable of bending its fundamental laws, slightly altering space and time to hasten them on their way or pass them through an obstacle. On the plains, something ridiculous is always said to be "as likely as catching a Wulver." They are generally either seen with light colored fur and even sometimes white. The main source of food and supplies for the Lycan’s of the plains are herds of large animals like buffalo, as well as the various fish that can be found in the southern lakes and rivers. Also, a small source comes from minor trade with the humans who live close by. The Plains Runners are more tolerant of human culture and see them just occasionally annoying instead of threats to nature. Plains Runners also tend to be more spiritualistic and many of the tribe members learn deep magic and learn to commune with nature easily. The warriors of the Plains Runners tend to move quickly and strike hard. Using bows and arrows in the wide open areas and then strike in close with a spear, most of the weapons and armor of the Plains Lycans tend to be made from the animals they kill and off the land around them.

Notable Clan Members:

Ronyo Storm

Gaia Username: Ronyo Storm

Character Name: Wullf Maximas

Occupation: Guardian

Tribe: Wulver

Age Class: Mature

Age: 50

Appearance: Wullf stands proud at seven feet tall, with his gray furred mane waving in the plains winds. His muzzle has a shading of white as does the area around his eyes, which shine a soft blue to his alleys but seem like the cold eyes of death to his foes. His hands, feet, chest, and the tip of his bushy tail also bare this slight white coating. This guardian of the Plains Striders always wears his black leather tunic which is held tight to his waist by a large metal ribbed belt with a dragon face adorning the buckle. Hanging off the belt is Wullf’s fabled sword resting within its wooden and leather sheath. The guard is that of a tribal wolf head facing forward, with the ears pointing to the blade. The blade is something that looks crafted by nature itself and not a Lycan blacksmith. The sword his single edged but the edge dips and curves along the four feet of steel, and then dips and curves along a different path down the dull back end. The handle is wrapped in simple leather which is capped at the end with a sold sphere pommel. Wullf dawns faded tan pants that have leather padding in knees. Black leather ankle guards keep his pants tight around his bare feet while he runs across the flat plains. His arms also bare the black leather armor with silver dragons etched into them.

Personality: The humble guardian takes an almost naïve look on life. For a Lycan his age most other tribesman thinks him odd indeed. Wullf harbors no malice towards humans and little towards vampires. He fights when he is needed but it’s obvious his outlook is from something else. Many say his outlook comes from his years watching the “war” go on and no real winner come about, but most, manly the elders, know it is from a mission he took when he was but a youngling. After that Wullf has looked at vampires in a different light, and his tolerance of humans is based on the humans who raised him before the Wulver found him. Through this Wullf can come off a bit too carefree at times and seem to find the positive in most situations. Be that as it may, anyone to get on the wrong side of his blade best be praying to whomever they believe created them.
Biography: The Lycan known as Wullf Maximas is known to his tribesman also as Silver-Fang Dragulf, but many call him by his first given name. Wullf was orphaned when a vampire raiding party took out his family’s small tribe near where the plains and forest meet. Wullf had barley been born when this happened and had little say in the matter, his mother hid him away before the tribe was overrun and later found by a traveling scalar and a monk. The scalar found Wullf and immediately fell in love with the puppy appearance of the adolescent Lycan. The scalar began to raise Wullf as her own, and the monk, the scalar’s husband, likewise took the pup on as his child. This is when the pup that would become Wullf got his more human style name and surname. The name Wullf was given as a way to lighten the idea of taking a Lycan as a child and the surname Maximas was because as all parents, Wullf’s foster ones believed him destined for great things. Once the Lycan reached ten years his father, the monk, began teaching him the ways of the warrior and how to defend himself, and his mother, the scalar, began teaching him the ways of the world. At twenty Wullf began wondering about his true race and calling and set out in search of them. Soon enough he came upon the main Wulver tribe and was received with mixed feelings. Most thought it odd that a Lycan would be raised by humans but the elders saw this as a hopeful blessing. However Wullf had to prove himself and find his true lineage. He was sent on a personal mission to track down and kill a vampire that had been seen in the area. By all accounts the vampire was not a immediate threat but all vampires were seen as enemies waiting to strike. By completing his task Wullf would be granted his family’s surname and given a proper Lycan name. After many weeks Wullf found the vampire but did not find an enemy but a female vampire who was doing her best to survive without resulting in feeding off humans. She was weak and had little in the way of combat skills but was still a vampire. Wullf remembered his foster parent’s teachings of right and wrong and honor a found his mission conflicting with his beliefs, so Wullf did not kill the vampire but forged a friendship with the vampire, however the female vampire’s original retainers found her and after a long and difficult battle killed Wullf’s friend and almost did the same to him. Returning to the tribe Wullf reported his mission as a success by accounting one of the retainer vampires he had killed as the one he was sent after. As promised Wullf was given his true surname, Dragulf, and a proper Lycan name, Silver-Fang, but knowing he truly had not completed his mission he asked to be called Wullf by everyone with the reason being he had simply gotten use to it. Also as a reward Wullf was given his families sword which he now wears. After that Wullf has lived as one of the tribe’s guardsman who run across the plains watching for vampires. He visits his foster parents often and the small grave he made for his vampire friend.

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Varcolac
Varcolac, on the other hand, is the son with the worst disposition. His brood are viewed as demons by those who encounter them, and for good reason. They believe that humanity and vampires are nothing more than a tumor on the earth. They treat anyone they come across as such. Those who survive encounters with Varcolacs are few and far between. Varcolacs feel justified in their actions, because they have already been proven right in the first Armageddon. Luckily for their enemies, Varcolac and his brood were given reign over the mountains, and society has made sure to steer clear of them whenever possible. On a few documented occasions, however, the tribe has been known to come down from the mountains to make war on humanity. Varcolacs are the one clan of lycan that one might call evil. They have delved deep into demonic arts, seeing the unholy magic as justifiable means to their own twisted ends. These magics tend to harness their inherent aggression and use it not only as a mental weapon, but as a physical one, as well. These Lycans come in more earthy tones of dark browns and blacks. These more rustic Lycans hunt some of the other large predators of the mountain areas like bears and mountain lions, and such action have made the Mountain Stalkers more aggressive. The Lycans here see the humans just how the humans see them, pests. The Mountain Stalkers raise their kind to become warriors and rely on their own natural prowess than on magic. Since they are so close to the coal mines of the humans they have been able to steal and even make steel weapons of their own. Many carry large axes and broad swords into the many raids upon the human and vampires. The best equipped and most well armed Lycans come from the mountains.

Notable Clan Members:

KillerWarrior13

Gaia Username: KillerWarrior13

Character Name: Melkar Vansaar

Occupation: Mercenary

Tribe: Varcolac

Age Class: Mature

Age: 48

Appearance: A somewhat larger build and only 6'4" in height, Melkar has long, dark brown fur with a tuff of black fur in the center of his chest, and a line of black fur down his back, all the way to his tail, which is also black. He has a scar under his right eye that goes down to the edge of his jawbone. His pants are baggier and are made of a black leather. His armor is light, but thicker in move vital areas. His breastplate bears a black tone with three scratches that shine metalic silver on the left side, a claw mark that he made for every head he took off durring battle. Beheadings after the fight ended doesn't count. He has a brown leather belt that holds two daggers on the right side, and three metal throwing knives. While the left side holds three more throwing knives, and a pouch that he put's his trophies in. The back of his armor holds his two swords, Drake and Wyvern. Drake's blade is a pure onyx with a silver hand guard, while the handle is made of redwood and has a dragon head carved at the end of the handle. Wyvern is Drake's "sister" blade, but has a green tinted handle and is carved into the head of a Wyvern.

Personality: Melkar is a rather hot tempered Lycan, as are most
Lycans from the Varcolac tribe. He has been trained in the demonic
arts and intense warfare. He enjoys fighting so much that he has been
known to attack anyone that's looked at him funny. He's now
considered a Rogue Lycan in his tribe, and was cast out after a large
fight between him and a couple gaurds. In his time of exile, he's had to
resort to Mercinary work to pay for everyday things. Through this
work he's had to do less killing of random people, and more killing of
people he's hired to kill, but he doesn't mind much as long as he get's
more marks on his armor, another trophy in his bag, and a nice sum of
money.

Biography: Like most Lycans in the Varcolac tribe, Melkar was
trained at birth to be strong and take on any challenge he came
accross with pride and swift blades. As an adolescent he enjoyed
being in naure than in the village. He has always been peaceful
towards animals, and he seems to get along with them more than any
of the lycans in his village. He has always been hot-tempered and was
a bit of a handful all through his adolescence and was quickly labeled a
trouble maker and a lost cause. This was true through his rest of the
time in the village because he was getting into more and more fights
until he eventually picked a fight with the wrong group and was exiled
from the village and left to hopefully die in the wilderness of the
mountains. He hid outside the village for some time, and had managed
to steal some dark fabrics from a trading cart before it got to the
town. He then used it to make a cloak so he could hide his image while
in the human towns. Though he is able to take a human form, he will
never use it, as he see's it as a degrading form and useless in means of
fighting. He will however use his Hybrid form while in human villages, so
his size won't stand out as much. He's been known to sulk outside the
city of Falacia and rarelly ever enters.

 

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Fenrir
Fenrir is a more neutral figure than Varcolac. Though not as aggressive as his brother, Fenrir was the strongest of the group. Slightly foolish and gullible at times, Fenrir was not a threat if you could get his guard down. Not to say he is stupid, but rather he was trusting to a fault. His children follow his nature in these regards. In battle, however, they are quick to act and very clever. Their somewhat sheepish, kind nature is beguiling to their true strength. Fenrir and his children possess the power of growth. They can easily enhance their own size to become far more formidable adversaries. They also possess the ability to cause nature to grow at an exponential rate... These Lycans tend to appear in mixed colors of gray, brown, and even a few red furs. These Lycans hunt as their normal cousins do, for deer and elk. Most of the Forest Walkers have mixed feelings about the humans and the nearby cities that shoot up higher than the trees. Many Lycans here have learned how to hide and stalk among the foliage and watch humans that are brave enough to venture near. Most of the weapons and armor among the Forest walkers is a combination or natural and man stolen. Short bows, bow staves, and twin weapons are favored here and the Lycans use them spend hours practicing. The Forest Walkers have found a balance between their spiritual roots and their combative nature. Most young Lycans choose which path they wish to follow and then are trained by elders in each field. The Forest Walkers try and stay out of the humans endeavors unless it's something against the forests they protect.

Notable Clan Members:

Ronyo Storm

Gaia Username: Ronyo Storm

Character Name: Uurfu Silvanus

Occupation: Hunter/ Scout

Tribe: Fenrir

Age Class: Young

Age: 40

Appearance: Uurfu is leaner than most of his pact but prefers it that way. He stays that way so he can ran through the trees easier and it works better with his fighting style. His fur is a dark grey with browns, blacks, and spots of white trimming areas. His eyes are circled in the brown and that line of fur sweeps down his muzzle in two lines to his nose. He always wears his dark green cloak with its deep hood for when he’s stalking among the trees. His quiver, always full, is strapped to his back and helps keep his cloak closer about him. Under his cloak he wears a light leather vest with extra padding on his shoulders. His right arm bares a leather gauntlet and his hand a leather glove with his ring and little finger bare. His left arm is wrapped tight with cloth up to his elbow to prevent his arm being rubber raw from fire to many arrows. He wears loose leather pants secured by a dark green sash about his waist, and on the sash a small sword belt holds two curved short swords fixed closer to his back. His bow is always in one of his hands and ready to be brought to bear at a moment’s notice.

Personality: Uurfu Silvanus is what you would think of with a scout. He keeps to himself and prefers a solo trek through the woods rather than in the company of his pack. The hunter often will stay out of political affairs within the Fenrir tribe and lets the elders take care of it. He is still a youngling but close to entered his mature stage, so he is still treated as a lower ranked member as of now. Uurfu is not overly fond of humans and sees the vampires as nothing but a disease set upon this world to be whipped out.

Biography: Uurfu is as common in terms of Lycons as it comes. He was born into the Fenrir tribe and raised to understand a balance between themselves and nature. He was allowed to choose his path once he reached his young stage. Young Silvanus picked the roll of a hunter and scout so he could have more time to himself. Unlike the other pups Uurfu did not play with the others and scuffle as was the norm. He preferred to sit in the woods and just listen to the sounds that came forth. In the forest alone, Uurfu is at his most peaceful and often will drift off when nothing important is pressing. Uurfu has killed many lower ranking vampires on his solo outings but never anything strong enough to give him a challenge. He understands his role as an archer and knows to pick his shots and only start what he can finish. His twin blades he carries get little use but he understands their dance fully and practices with them almost as much as he does with his bow. However Uurfu again understands his blades are his last resort and that if they get pulled he is in trouble.

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Alaundria

Gaia Username: Alaundria
Character Name: Yuma Dawnrunner
Tribe: Fenrir
Age Class:Young
Age: 38

Appearance: Rust colored streaks run like tear stains from the inner corner of each of her eyes down to the outer tips of her nostrils. Otherwise her coloration is mottled rust and gray on her back and white on her underbelly. In her human form, she has very fair skin with rust freckles. Her hair is silvery, shoulder length, and cut in choppy layers. When in human form, only her golden eyes hint at her wolven nature. Blue and bronze beads are woven into her hair/mane, and she has three piercings in her left upper earlobe, and two on her right, crafted from silver and bronze. When not in battle, Yuma wears a dyed blue leather halter top with white and gold tribal symbols across the chest and edges. Around her waist, she wears a block woven sarong of blue, purple, green and gold, fastened at her hip with a bronze brooch. Over this she wears an ornate leather belt with gilded patterns. She carries a heavy spear with a large obsidian point, decorated with rabbit skins and feathers. Like most Lycan, she usually goes barefoot.

Personality: Yuma is outgoing and friendly, always mature in social situations and, as is both the blessing and bane of her people, very trusting, and quick to forgive and dismiss wrongs. She is very athletic and enjoys spending most of her free time roaming the forest. She acts as a big sister to the young pups in the tribe, and when she has no other work to do, often joins them in their games. Her carefree behavior has earned her both praise and reprimands form her tribesmen, praise from those who enjoy her company and lightheartedness, and scoldings from the elders who feel that a warrior of Fenrir should conduct herself in a more dignified manner. Her behavior aside, she is one of the most favored young warriors in the tribe.

Biography:Yuma is the second born child of clan leader Soumma Dawnrunner and his mate Renja. She was raised along with her three brothers and two sisters in a Fenrir village deep within the forest near the foothills of the mountains. Her life was fairly uneventful until the day when the first Nosferatu surveyors entered the area, eager to harvest the coal that lay deep in the foothills. They brought with them hunters to try and drive out the Lycan tribes in the area. Though Yuma's village fought bravely, eventually the growing vampire presence was too much for the tribesmen to handle, and the tribe was forced to abandon their home. The village relocated to the edge of a lake which, by all accounts, was a better location than the previous one. Still, Yuma never forgot the terror and heartbreak the Nosferatu cause her tribe, and swore that when she came of age, she would help rid the forest of their foul presence.

Yuma grew up to be a forest runner, scouting the surrounding forest for any sign of danger. The band she runs with has successfully warded of all who might disrupt the tribes peaceful way of life for over twenty years. These days she also works as an instructor in the ways of herbalism and hunting, and sometimes acts as a teacher to the younger pups in the tribe. Despite her development, she still has much to learn before the Elders consider her a mature member of the tribe.

Notes: Yuma was bitten by a poisonous snake when she was seven years old, and the bite proved nearly fatal. As a result of the poison, she walks with an almost undetectable limp in her back left paw, and is slightly slower than her peers. She has also developed an irrational fear of snakes.

Ikken Isshu

Gaia Username: Ikken Isshu
Character Name: Calder Johannessen
Occupation: N/A (Self-imposed exile)
Tribe: Fenrir
Age Class: Young
Age: 23
Appearance: Short and of slight build, especially for a Lycan, Calder has very little physical prowess when he is not enhancing it with his inherent magical abilities. He could be easily overpowered by almost any Lycan. His fur/hair is short and reddish-brown, but dark, giving him decent camouflage in the nighttime hours; his eyes are golden and seem to shine even in darkness.
Personality: Immature in the literal rather than comic sense of the word, Calder has a very simplistic but pessimistic view of the world, based only on what he has seen of it, which is not much. He is very mentally and emotionally unstable, and can be very unpredictable at times. While usually seeming little more than an angsty and lonely boy, he can, like his de facto mentor, lapse into periods of complete and utter insanity. He has never approached the extremes of LaRoche, but he has had his share of rampages, usually ending with him barricaded within an abandoned building while angry city-dwellers furiously searched for a way in to hunt him down. LaRoche has never failed to protect Calder if his life was in danger, but beyond that, the vampire has done little more than to warp the mind of this young Lycan.
Biography: Calder spent a good ten years with his tribe of Fenrir Lycans several miles from Falacia, but due to the meddlings of the vampire Eric LaRoche, he fell away from his tribe and became mentally and emotionally unstable before he could form a good foundation of belief and purpose with his tribe. He eventually left his tribe - and they renounced him as one of their own - to go and live in the city, despite the miserable existence this promised for him. Eric LaRoche has already devastated this young Lycan's mind, but continues to toy with him and torment him, for no apparent purpose other than his own sick amusement.
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Rougarou
Rougarou is the other child of Lucian. A mysterious figure, Rougarou disappeared into the swamps after the domains were declared. It is said that he studied magical arts, mastering rituals that were more sinister in nature than his brothers were willing to study. Rougarou's tribe are avoidant and intelligent. They use the mists and mires of the swamp to cause wandering travelers to lose their way, pointing them away from their domain. Rougarous are by no means on unpleasant terms with the other tribes, however, they are very reclusive and do not tend to initiate correspondence with the other clans unless it is necessary. Rougarous are masters of magic, trickery, and disguise. Rougarou have great mastery over magics involving mist, smoke, trickery, and disguise.

Notable Clan Members:

Mr. Blackbird Lore

Gaia Username: Mr. Blackbird Lore
Character Name: Ursus Vandreckt
Occupation: Rougarou Ambassador
Tribe: Rougarou
Age Class: Mature
Age: 52
Appearance: Ursus is a very intimidating figure. While not necessarily the tallest of Lycans at 7'1", he is broad-shouldered, adding to the sense of size. His fur is a mess of jet black and the darkest brown tinged by white: the universal sign of aging. Despite this, his eyes are ever wary, a pair of orbs the haunting color of liquid-steel gray, and he almost always carries a smirk on his face, as if he knew something that no one else knew. He adorns himself only with a pair of murky black-brown trunks that stop at his knees, and a leather belt that carries a knife at either hip. The blades are eight inches long, curved beautifully, forged of stolen silver, and crafted to kill. It all comes together to create a most... off-setting, perplexing, and untrustworthy image.
As a human, Ursus looks just as knowing, untrustworthy, and off-setting. His hair and eyes retain their color; the piercing stare and appearance of know-it-all are also unaltered. His skin is a rather run-of-the-mill hue for a Caucasian. He stands 6'3" tall, and is broad-shouldered enough; if he put on another fifty pounds (he's only 200), he could be an American football linebacker. He dresses himself entirely in black, preferring a pair of trousers, soft-padded boots, and short-sleeved tunic. As far as accessories go, he retains his minimalist preference. The belt and daggers remain, but he also carries with him a shoulder-slung satchel within which he holds a few books on various topics in a language only the Rougarou read. Not that it matters; a large portion of the humans are still illiterate as their culture slowly makes its return to technological and intellectual greatness. Also, he takes a liking to having a wristwatch, silver in color.
Personality: Ambassador Vandreckt makes the most of his talents as a Rougarou in all his encounters with other Lycans, whether it be formal or otherwise. It is one of the many fashions in which he analyzes those around him; in a way, he is the predecessor to the future's psychologists, always evaluating those he meets. He speaks in smooth tone that can be at once seductive and disheartening, and his words are almost always ambiguous and idiosyncratic, exercising a vocabulary that has been distorted according to Ursus's connotations. In this way, he may mislead those he wishes to manipulate or confuse those which disgust him. He never shows hatred, malice, or disgust on his features; likewise, he rarely displays empathy or concern. Humans, for the most part, he considers lesser because they lack the ability to morph and because the many rely on the few rich, powerful, and intelligent ones. It's saddening, and--he believes--the downfall of humanity. But the downfall of Humanity he couldn't care about less; only more, if their downfall happened to harm his beautiful world. The Vampires, while pests, are not really his enemies either. His personal desire, above all else, is to establish the Rougarou as a constant presence in the world; that doesn't mean he desires them to be an OBVIOUS presence. His Tribe's safety and existence is first and foremost in his mind at all times, and his occupation is their sole Ambassador is strong proof.
Biography: Ursus was quiet as a child, and perhaps the most observant of all Lycans. He never let a detail slip his sight nor his mind. In this way, he quickly learned the habits and natures of his fellow fledgling Lycans. He used this information to his own advantage, always trying to nudge them in the direction he wanted them to go. It didn't always work, but it worked often enough. Ursus was a devoted individual, and the physical trials he passed with exceptional results. When the time came to choose a craft, however, he was hesitant. He wanted something he could enjoy. He was not particularly a fan of manual labor or tedious basic exercises. He wanted to know more of the world around him, and he wanted to establish the Tribe as something that would never fade away. With time, and much debate with the eldest of the Rougarou, he became their official Ambassador--the first ever!--and also their lead historian. He never took up any romantic interests, although some of his nearer associates often relate that there are other Lycans with an avid interest in him. His nearest associate happens to be his history apprentice, a young and avid Lycan named Rodus Kivian. The boy has been Ursus's apprentice for a little over a year.
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