"I'll make things right, no matter the cost."
Name:
Ambrose Garrett Rivain
Nickname:
The Hunter
Age:
28
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Story:
Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood.
Character:
The Huntsman
Likes:
- The smell of pines
- Hunting deer
- The moonlight
- Dark haired women
- Dogs
- The smell of burning wood
- The outdoor
- Meat stews
Dislikes:
- Loud noises
- Wolves
- The cold
- Vanity
- Green peas
- Being sick
- Alcohol
Strengths:
- A hunter beyond par.
- An excellent tracker.
- A great archer.
- A surprisingly adept cook.
Weaknesses:
- A maiden's tears.
- A heavy sleeper.
- Surprisingly gullible for a man his age.
- Horrendously bad liar.
Fears:
- Enclosed Spaces
- Crowds
- Beautiful Women
Memory:
The sparkling trail of water on a radiantly white cheek. Doe eyes, full of both despair and hope looking deep into my own, judging me, worthless wretch that I had become, and finding me somehow worthy of hope... I won't go down that dark path again. I will protect her. No matter the cost.
I was alone, as always, but this time this was of my own making. Why did I let her go? I should have ran, be a man... Protected her...
Opinion on the War:
Of course I will follow the fair maiden of black. Magic is dangerous, transforming a man into a beast and twisting maidens into witches. There is a reason for that fear, and I will hunt down every one of those lost creatures until my fair goddess smiles at me again...
Personality:
A romantic at heart, Ambrose have some antiquated notions of gallantry and courtship that could range from endearing to sexist to the modern woman. With those notions comes others far more harmful to others, after all, such as magic being evil and wolves being a witch's familiar, a man twisted by her whims and thus now a beast, no longer a proper man. As, after all, a man should be able to provide for the woman, not the other way around, and should be stoic in dark times and protective in lighter situations. The Hunter, as he is often called, strive to be such a man, and is ruthless and close minded when it comes to changing his views.
Awkward toward beautiful women and sullen toward strangers, he is not a sociable creature, preferring the solitary lifestyle in the wilds rather than the claustrophobic bustle of the cities. Slightly hyperactive in nature, he always has to make something of himself, from simply hunting games to prepare an elaborate expedition into the dark forest he inhabit along with his faithful hounds. A quiet man, he however become extremely animated when it comes to sharing folk tales and rumors, as he is very superstitious and prompt to trusting his instincts and heart far more than his head.
Honest to a fault with a steeled heart as great as his resolve, Ambrose is completely incapable of untruth as far as he is aware, and will always speak his mind, no matter the result. This frankness cost him much, mainly when he does try to veil one of his actions, such as when Snow White was spared from his blade all those years ago. While he has many scars earned from his insolent mouth, he also earned the trust of many with his frank and stern demeanor, the dwarfs especially fond of him when they met a decade ago. That is not to say he is kind hearted, for dark shadows sleep in his heart, the man's attitude proportionally gauged by the attractiveness and reputation of those he meet.
History:
Born of a blacksmith and a tavern wench, the young Ambrose was an illegitimate child in a poor village. This was not to say that the boy was alone, however, as his mother's ways provided him with many siblings of varying ages, and taught him the way of the world; you had to fight and struggle to survive, and nothing was gained without effort and pain. That was those simple lessons, gathered as he aged, that pushed the boy on his current path, where he used his innate ability to make traps to catch the rats in the tavern's cellar and took the course to make various roasts and stew, encouraged by his growing pains and his siblings' need. As the boy's talent for extermination and survival grew, he progressively detached himself from civilization as the forest called with its siren call of food and proper shelter. Indeed, Ambrose's ability with traps led him to cook, then to the mastery of the knife and finally, once a hunter tasted his now famous rat stew, to a short apprenticeship as a huntsman.
Reaching adulthood, the young man set out on his own in the nearby forest and started his trade, selling meat and fur as well as taking extermination bounties as well as the occasional assassination until he met a small brotherhood of dwarves, who taught him how to make a bow and use it in exchange of exterminating a werewolf that plagued a clearing near their dwellings. Agreeing readily for the trade, the young huntsman and the diminutive brothers soon passed the next year together before separating, their friendship short lived now that no threat was present.
Winter arrived, and with it the reign of the new Queen, fabled as the fairest of them all. Having heard of his prowesses as a hunter, the wicked woman soon took the now grown man under her wings, enslaving him to her will with both her dark beauty and her terrible enchantments. The poor man was helpless against her wiles, and as she used him as a makeshift assassin against both rivals and, one day, against her own husband, Ambrose lost himself in a whirlwind of lust, alcohol and dark magic. Such a dark spell was lifted by the pleading and pure tears of the vile witch' innocent step-daughter, however, and since then the Hunter has sworn himself to guarding her for afar as well as to eradicate what made him weak in the first place. With him are now three hounds as he walk the path of a werewolf and witch hunt, the pups taken a year previous from now as his faithful companions.
Other:
His three hounds are called Nip, Bite and Maul and are great beasts capable of pinning down even the greatest of werewolves.