Eyes drawn in deep pale flesh glare out from under wild strands of yellow gold hair. He is feral and his presence radiates with it.
A very angry individual, his demeaner is feral. he is out for revenge and that is his soul purpose in life.
His claws.
Older than any known Lycan these days, Rwoth (Raw-oth) was part of the Crusades, Gods army to convert the world. Young and eager he sped into battle. Losing his life in the first blow delt to him. Laying in the midst of the dead and the dying he dyes, crying for the loss of his chance to fight, crying for his weakness. A woman appears, stepping on and over the dead and dying. Her eyes set intently on him. blood caked in his fine golden hair, his vesion blurring has he feels himself slipping away, she knelts before him. "Do you want to live?" She askes. He grunts, yes he wants to live, he wants to fight and bring God to the world. She smiles and places a hand on his face, pressing her fingers into his eyes so it hurts, to him it is minor with death kissing his soul as it is. His neck explodes in a new pain and he is only minorly aware of being lifted from his death bed, being carried away from the masacure that was. He awakes wrapped in a warm fleece, the room smelling of cooking meat and a warm fire. The woman is standing over it humming to herself. She smiles, a primal smirk that sends chills down his spin. This woman has taken him, turned him into a lycan. She teaches him how to fight and kill, how to control himself during the full moon, and how to survive. Her purpose for taking him is to take out the Vampire Hunters that are killing her allies. Together they take out the most hunters than any other force against them. centuries pass and they move over the globe taking out the most threatening of the hunters, till they come to Darrius and Shigyl. The battle lasts days, chasing, hiding, fighting. In a single sweep of teeth and fur Rwoth stands over an unconscious Shigyl watching in horror has Darrius brings down the killing blow on his partner. The rage that followed was his downfall. Darrius over came his attack and sent him into a near by river, a silver dagger wound tearing at his chest. When he came out the two hunters were gone, he took her body away, burying it where only he would know. This is where he vowed to kill the Hunter, to kill the vampire with his own hands. He has hunted Darrius for many years and now is even in the same city has him has passed him and followed him, knowing in these times out right attack would cause more trouble among the mortals so he waits. Eager to take his revenge.