Character Name: John Brunwulf Whitemane/
Alias: The Black Wolf
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Age and Date of Birth: 27, 4E 173
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Class and Combat Preference: he's very offensive fighter mainly relying on quick and instantaneous executions with his Katana blade as well as his Black Dwarven bow with Ebony arrows and his throwing knives usually aiming for vital areas. as for his werewolf form his fighting style is kill everything that is hostile in brutal ways.when John changes his skin slowly rips off revealing black fur, his eyes change colour, grows to about 7 feet tall, razor-sharp claws spurted out from his fingers and canines begin to grow as the normal pair of teeth are pushed as his mouth turns into a Snout. he also has Battle Cry a roar that intimidates and can deafen enemies.
He is a master Archer, an expert Vampire Hunter and he can use Hand to hand, Two Handed and Dual Wield at any time he wants given the right weapons but prefers to stick with One Handed and sometimes he uses both hands to do a heavy attack.
Appearance: blue eyes, he has muscular build but is surprisingly athletic, a scar on the top right side of his head going down to his chin, a bear claw scar on his chest going left to right and short black hair and he's 5,11 feet tall and weighs 260 pounds.
Armor: This armor was designed by Eorlund Gray-mane specifically for Ranger type classes light and yet armored, quite well with chest and shoulder plating as well as braces on his forearms and kneepads. he also carries a satchel around on his back. you have the hood, the cloak, several straps holding the bracers on.
Personality: A disciplined but caring person, Brunwulf despises any cowardly, disobedient man and/or back-stabber. He also has a habit of firing arrows at/stabbing said cravens/dissenters immediately and on his own judgement and no one else's. he's usually hungry most of the time, it's being moonborn it increased his hunger. there are only two things John fears being turned into a vampire and his family being hurt or killed both of these would destroy him and he may actually destroy himself.
When he is relaxed enough he usually rests his arms on his Blade.
he likes The Cold, getting paid, His Family, Honour.
he dislikes Vampires, people who go back on a fair deal, Necromancy and The Thalmor.
History: John never knew his birth parents as a baby he was left the doorstep of Jorrvaskr The Companions who lived there soon found out he was moonborn having turned one night before they were to take to an orphanage they knew they had take him in and raise him as one of their own so that he wouldn't become feral later in life and because Aela said
"we're keeping him" and no one wanted to argue with her as it was very late. Kodlak Whitemane taught him about Society's current sorry state as he called it, History, Maths and English and was John's adopted father, Vilkas and Farkas taught him how to fight Close Quarters, Bare Handed, Two Handed, Dual Wield but always prefered One Handed while Aela the Huntress taught how to hunt and use a bow, he tried to use magic at a young age but he didn't even get a puff of smoke so he decided to not try that again besides if he did get some magic going he'd have to go to the college and from what he had heard he didn't want to go there. later on in his life he became a member of The Circle which is comprised of the senior members of The Companions.
John is into his second year of hunting Vampires, he is learning their habits, possible persons they would feed on and he's learning ways of how to kill them. it began 2 years ago in Mortal, John had been sent to investigate a house burning an unusual case a mother and his child had died in the fire and John was driven to find the arsonist and bring them to justice. John decided it was best to look around at the dead of night and look around but after two hours of looking he gave up and started walking to the inn
"don't go I'm scared" said a ghostly voice of a little girl as John froze dead in his tracks
"who are you and what do you want?" he said to the voice
"Please, she won't let me rest" she said as he turned around
"What?" he said as he saw the spirit of the voice what only John could describe as being dragged off into the trees the spirit looked toward John
"HELP ME!!" she pleaded before disappearing into the trees.
John instantly felt a rage overcome him as he darted out of the house and ran round to the pathway that leads to the burial site but slowed down when he saw a woman standing over a dug up grave she turned his head to him
"no you can't have her!" she yelled pulling out a dragger and dash at John with inhuman speed John tried to dodge right but not before the woman cut the right side of his face and it cut deep
"ARGH!" he yelled dazed and in pain before the woman grabbed the back of John's neck and stabbed him in the left side of the stomach she then opened her mouth to revealed two very sharp canines
"pale skin, red eyes and inhuman teeth....Vampire" he said figuring it out
"I am going to drink every last drip of your blood" she said revealing John's neck
"you won't like it, it'll taste like you stuck a ball of fur in your mouth" John said as he pulled his dagger and stabbed her, she let go of him as he fell to the ground the woman pulled his dagger out of her stomach coughing up blood before retreating limping away as she did.
as John laid on the wet and snowy grass he questioned if he would die here bleeding out with a dagger stuck in him just then the spirit of the girl appeared before him
"Hello Child" he said in pain
"thank you mister" she said smiling
"my.......pleasure" he replied back coughing blood
"I'm gonna sleep for a while now" she said yawning as she slowly disappeared but before she did completely
"I think I will too child, sleep well little one" John replied to her before losing conscious.
he woke up two weeks later to find Kodlak and Falion at his bedside, over 4 years after the first encounter John decided to learn about them so he could better combat them but the more he learnt the more he became disgusted by the filthy creatures, lives in damp, dark caves, feeding on the blood of the innocent as YOUNG AS CHILDREN these monsters had no honor, no morals, for this John swore he would hunt them to the ends of Skyrim, from Solitude to Riften and from Winterhold to Markath and Falkreath.
