Wolfguts The Titan Mauler

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Name: Wolfguts Race: Skinwalker (Half Lycanthrope) Age: Mid 20s Height: 7.0 ft Build: Heavily Muscular and Board. Occupation: Mercenary Berserker Sexuality: Bisexual Physical Description: This large wolf-like humanoid is a Skinwalker. A halfbreed werewolf who lacks the viral taint of lycanthropy at the cost of much of their might. this being makes due with might of his own. a living tower of muscle and brawn. toned to a level that leads one to think this person lifts houses each day just to keep his herculean stature. in his rough and fuzzed fur are numinous scars. His eyes a shade sea blue when calm but when angered is a like looking into the eye of a typhoon. This one seems carry many weapons with him but tends to favor a over sized greatsword more in kin with a sharpened slab of iron then a forged blade. he also sometimes carries huge mauls and axes with him from time to time. His armor varies with his mood or what he expects for upcoming battle, ranging from full plate mail custom made for huge form to piecemeal armor plate held on with straps, more fitting for a pitfigther then a soldier. All his arms and armor are worn, dented or scared from battle and only seemed to cleaned with a rag then any real maintenance. His scent is of a beast, best compared to a dog that has played in the mud and washed off in a river. despite his lack of real hygiene. His musk maybe pleasing to those who like more "Wild" things. History: Wolfguts didn't have the best beginnings to this world, nor did he start with this name. He was born in death, His mother giving him life as her was fading as she hung form a tree near a forest path. The infant left crying as the carrion waited for next meal before a camp follower of a mercenary band came to the infant. This woman was the abused wife of the captain of the band and he begrudgingly let her keep the child. But soon things got worse as his adoptive mother died to illness a few years later when "the boy" as he was called was only 4 years old.blamed for his wife's death. the captain abused the boy, forcing the child to become a mercenary at young age just to get a meal. the captain just wanting the cursed boy to die or leave as in his mind, forcing the child out of band would be seen as weakness. at the age of 6 he learned to use a sword and at 8 he saw his first battle...as a frontline grunt. nearly dying to a enemy swordsman but a lucky arrow saved him. at age 10 he was even complimented by his "Father" the captain for killing 3 men in battle but seconds after the captain was hit in the leg with a crossbow bolt, starting off an ambush.He would lose his leg to this and knew he would outed by his men due to his disability. Blaming the "Boy" for bring this curse upon him. in the middle of the night, his "Father" attacked him in his tent, only to be killed by the boy who's reactivity countered with a near by sword. For a second he said he was "proud of the killer he trained" before telling the boy "I'll see you in hell." With "Murder" of the captain. The boy fled into the near by woods, only to get shot by one of mercenaries who chased after him. laying down in a ditch, a pack of wolves came for their meal. only for in his anger and rage to let out. In a mindless rage he transformed into the wolf-child, ripping apart the alpha with bear hands. when he spoke the wolves understood him and he understood them in kind. taking his human form one last time, he wrapping himself in the skin and guts of the alpha and lead the pack to the Mercenary camp, where they drunkenly mourned their late captain and hailed themselves heroes for "slaying his killer". in this state they easy picking for the mad child and his pack of hungry wolves. those the fed were only ones to get out alive.calling him "Wolf guts killer" as they ran. The boy covered in blood and gore happy took this name and left with his pack. only to leave the forest as a towering wolf man. from there he would go to wherever there was fighting and earn his place there. Barging into pit fights, tournaments,  Mercenary work but never stayed with any one group. he later would known as "the Titan Mauler" when he crippled a giant that was attacking a town. cutting both it's heels with a greatsword before the rest of the local mercs and militia mauled the brute to death. Forever the combatant, Wolfguts as he calls himself, lives by the motto "What is best? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!" and to unleash the beast's rage within. (White lights) Random RP, Tells, Adventure, Commenting loudly about my pc. (Green lights) Many, I'm very tell frendly so feel free to ask. Most races and all genders. (Yellow lights) Mind control, enslavement, Pink fleshy males (IE: Human or dwaf males. Elf males of all kinds are green.) (Red lights) Banned by rules, Childlike or underaged, toilet play, gore/smuff, parma changes or death or enslavement or mind control. (Last notes: This pc is a alt of my main Wolfgang von Sturn. Not the same person or altraego. just something differant to play as. Spelling is weakness of mine and i am a slow typer. please have patience. thank you)
Player:	Dover
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human