Arthrine Dukara

"Greetings. If you are reading this letter, then your ability to survive and fight in this world are both well-noted. You are personally invited to meet with me at what was once Hunter's Reef. Join us here, and become a part of our cause to reclaim what was once lost. Veska and her people wish to meet, and see you lead us back into a new age of glory. Godspeed.

--Huntsmaster Rye."

Name: Arthrine Dukara

Race: Human Theriothrope

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: About six foot, two hundred pounds. Long dirty blonde hair with a brown mustache go-t combo, his eyes being that of a gentle sapphire. Having seemingly random scars all about his body from skirmishes and mining accidents. The most prominent being the three clawmarks that come down his cheek, off his jawline and down to the base of his neck. His muscular structure almost taking on that of a bear from living as a wildling for most of his life.

When transformed he takes on the visage of an eight foot tall grizzly, with six inch long claws and three inch long canine teeth. His mouth easily big enough to crush an average mans torso.

Equipment: A sword with a ring around the handle, with a button on the handguard that breaks the sword down the core and two blades to separate, finding their way across the tracks in the circle around the handle and effectively becoming a dual ended sword which can be wielded as though it were the deadliest of spears. As well as a small flintlock tucked away in his boot, with a pair of spare shots in a pouch on his belt. For armor he wears a simple chain mail shirt with thick leather trousers, a hood adorning the mail which effectively covers his neck and heads physique. Along with leather gloves and a rag t cover his mouth and nose. The only part of his body being exposed being his furrowed brow and shining blue eyes.

Background/Reasoning for answering the note: Long before the mist, he had lost his family and lived as a bounty hunter and hired guard, his shifting sword always at his side and picking up whatever training he could along the way. Now that the world was somewhat returning to normal, he has set out to cleanse a much of the leftover evil from this planet before the curse he is afflicted with has taken over completely.


Insight: 0/100


Abilities:
 Through the years of raising himself in the wild he became quite adept at surviving in the mountains and forests his nomadic lifestyle took him to.

Professions:

Swordplay, poleaxe fighting