Pteronious Sol

Merchant: He has been taught the trade all his life. Taken on trips and learning to work from an early age he has an eye for goods and their worth.

Knight: Has, in the past, has been knighted, earning his Knighthood with his military service and fealty to a liege lord. In all respects he is better known as a chevalier, a mounted Knight.

Artisan: He is a skilled, physical laborer who owns and operates his own business, the Silvermoon, and is often called a master of his craft. It is his duty to take on apprentices and teach them the way of metal working.

Metalsmith: Create various metal objects: from weapons to decorative votives. He is a master of this craft.

Founder: Founded a merchant city.

Elder: He is the elder of his pack and tribe and the current leader of the tribes.

Viking: Was a Viking back during the days of ancient exploration.

The young brute was born in Norway. He was raised in the frigid, Northern reaches. It was not uncommon for Crusaders to raid the pagan villages occupied by his people. From an early age he was scarred by the fires of the invading crusaders and never properly healed from it, leaving his fingers scorched a deep charcoal. Even as he grew his fingers never grew fur. His father was the chief of his village, his mother the head of the Druidic practices. He was never inclined to his mothers soothsaying but was an excellent fighter. His mother was a human with white hair and was often considered a holy gift from the moon. White was a color respected by the clans because of its association with the moon and snow. His father was a large man who was fond of kilts and drinking. He was hearty and happy fellow.

The tribes began to travel with the hunting parties when he was old enough to hunt. Raiding parties of nearby, weaker communities were not uncommon, often forcing these small communities to assimilate with the tribe. They were a strong, prideful people and they took care of their own, even if they were forced in from another group. His hunting group consisted of him and his older cousins, as well as a few other, experienced men. The young beast grew used to lengthy travel, hardening his stamina and skills toward survival.

Soon the young man was sent off to learn with his kin, a group that included his uncle, whom he was quite fond toward. The raiding parties were often small and scattered to keep the "Dogs of the Church" off their trail. Soon the hunting party arrived in the nation of the East. There was far too much influence drawing out from the Church, so the brutes settled their ways in the country. It was full of knowledge and found that the hub of trade was open to a great number of peoples. They hid from the dogs while they learned and became more knowledgeable. They were taken in by blood-kin who, in their nomadic ways, arrived and populated among the people. The hunter, who was only sixteen at the time, became familiar with Common, but he was very unskilled. They parted with their Eastern cousins with a great number of goods, the young wolfman was fond of the cool leggings called shirwal. He had learned a great deal about trade and even how to tan a hide for leather.

The caravan of hunters made their way across the country, eventually coming upon a principality. It was a small kingdom with a great Duke in charge of its people. The country was infested with wild Lycankin. The caravan wanted to make well to avoid the country of rogues and soon drove their carts North into the snow country, but they were attacked and the young hunter, now at his twentieth season was attacked and had been pushed off, into a gorge during combat. He awoke with partial memory. He wandered the snows a time and was helped by kind souls, but soon made his way south to the Principality of Rogues. He settled in the Principality and came across many with blood like his. Each sought to push him from the territory, but being a beast of order and war, he met the challenge and slew two of the greater ranked rogues of the country, but they were not only ranked among their blood, but among the people so the actions were not turned from. The church had caught wind of the fights, the bodies (found) of the defeated lycankin were human once more, but the bite and scratch wounds remained.

He was on borrowed time.

It was not long before the hunter left the principality, taking with him the art of meat cutting, which was not a foreign skill as it was a necessary one in his country, but there he perfected it. The beast set off after having gotten word from bloodkin that they were gathered once again. The howls of their reunion carried until dawn. Together they made their way across the mainland continents of the Olde World into the country of the Franks. The port town they arrived at was quiet. They settled in the port town, the Queen of its country only newly placed upon the throne when its former King had met his end by the hands of an unnamed usurper. The former raiders grew to the life of trading, but had become closer to the dangers of the sea: Pirates.

News soon arrived to the young hunter that his father had fallen to a disease, likely the heartbreak of his mother's death during his childhood, finally catching up to him. The young one decided that it was time to travel further and spread their influence. Traveling he learned that the Lunar's name and goodness was relatively unknown. Human continued to run rampant and craving order the beast would fight to place his people on top. He took travel with the Pirates to a small island in the sea, tucked away from the greater Southern nations, hidden by the tide. He would once again learn to assimilate, but behind him followed the baggage of his past.

There was no telling what would happen here, on this tiny island.

The man is said to keep many animals. The ones most often see in and around his property are three hunting dogs. One is a Jamthund, a Norwegian Elk Hound which are bred by his family and the other appears to be a wolf and a wolf hybrid. Both roam about with or without the man at any given time.