Benedict Wood
Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 2:46 am
Player Name: Warden Wood
Name: Benedict Wood (AKA Warden)
Age: 21
Race: Human/Werewolf
Height: 6'3
Weight: 247
Physical Description: Tall, muscular, slightly tan, dark brown hair, greyish blue eyes with gold ring around the pupil. Including that he has a foot and a half long scar vertically across his chest. An old war wound he had received when from a thrown war axe, luckily his armor stopped it from penetrating even more. When traveling and in battle he wears his steel plated armor with his full helmet. Other times he wears his black cloak with his hood up.
Possessions: His hand crafted sword named “Wolf’s Bane” he had made when learning the trade of blacksmithing. He knew it would come in handy when traveling and he also carries a moon medallion with a tree in the center the only thing he can remember is that it was his coat of arms from his family.
Powers or Strengths: Stealth is not his most skilled strength, but he is trained enough to the point where he does not sound like a weighed down horse. As for hand-to-hand it was one of the first things he learned long before ever holding a sword and he knows his way around anyone’s body. Sword handling this is something he learned before crafting “Wolf’s Bane” with all he knows he can handle any foe that comes his way. Blacksmithing this was the second skill he had ever learned and from a good family friend, something Benedict found to be useful out in the field while traveling and he knows the basics so he can tend to the simplest weapons. Persuasion this was something that came naturally when he was nothing, but a small boy. His silver-tongue made it easy to fool enemies yet at the same time helps him get good deals in the markets.
The Bow now this he merely knows the basics to the point where he can hunt down his next meal. The Pistol his skill with this fine piece of weaponry is sharpened more than him with a bow, he taught himself to be accurate enough to where it helps him save an extra life in the battlefield. Free running now this, this was something he was born to do from what people say. He can scale, run, and jump any building or tree with finesse because it made him feel free to the vast open world. The only power he has is blood rage during a full moon and all that happens are his senses, instincts, speed, and strength are doubled making him a hunter/killer to be feared.
Weaknesses: Anger is a simple weakness even amongst the most hardened warriors; sometimes it is too much where he just ignores people and charges right into the action. That risks lives that follow him into battle. Pure Silver is a common thing amongst werewolves and since pure silver in weapons is rare he has little to worry except for jewelry and such alike, the touch burns his flesh. Women now this is his greatest downfall because he respects them and would take risks to save even one, which is not the best trait when it comes to many other lives at risk. Accurate shooters slow his mobility when free running because they either force him to hide in cover or make him lose footing and fall to a painful bottom.
Magic these are simple for many and no matter how much he has studied it he still has trouble finding his way to counter attack even the simplest spells. Blood Rage may be a power, but very rare occasions it can be his downfall since he becomes so overwhelmed with energy and the lust for blood that he may harm even those dear to him.
History: When Benedict was first born he was already a shifter thanks to the bloodline. Most of his family had been pure shifters except when they first received such a “gift” his father called it. When he was a boy he lived a simple life since his family was middle classed. Although the richer children always picked fights with him that is when Benedict began learning hand-to-hand and enhancing that skill, yet some days children would come at him and he would flee by free running. All because of his natural know how of the city he lived in he was able to quickly make an escape. Although his life was just beginning he would soon be pushed into the dark reality of the world. One day when he came home his mother immediately snatched him up and hid under a table with him.
He could hear shouting in the other room and then saw his father burst through the door with a group of hunters close behind slashing at his heels and back with their swords. They weren’t regular hunters either these men wore pieces of armor and had weapons of silver. He only knew this because whenever they struck his father he cried in agony as his flesh burned around the wounds. Then his father shifted into his werewolf form and fought back killing a few before they overpowered him with their numbers. Once they had him on his knees they silenced him with a shot to the head seeing that his mother shrieked in horror at the sight. The hunters came over dragging her from under the table while Benedict slid back staying out of sight. Although before they murdered her as well they did horrible things that would scar Benedict’s memories forever.
Once they had finished their dastardly deeds Benedict’s rage grew and overcame his fear. He knew who these men were and would remember it. When he reached his teens he trained with his uncle who was a grand master in blacksmithing, only he died after teaching Benedict only the basics. That was all he needed though when he forged his first, unique sword he named “Wolf’s Bane”. Then with a black cloak he went on his own hunt for his family’s murderers. It took him five years to hunt them all down and slaughter them in time learning more unique skills and enhancing them as time went on. What he did when he wasn’t hunting the murderers though is that he enlisted in armies and militia’s joining in small battle’s and other times large wars.
With his skills sharper than a razor and his mind common to war, death, and the fight for good he knew what he had to do and wanted to do. He had to go out there and change the world and return purity to his family name. Although because of his reputation the people he destroyed want his head so to remain hidden he chose a name many would come to know, love, honor, and his foes even fear. His name as a mercenary would be “Warden”
Name: Benedict Wood (AKA Warden)
Age: 21
Race: Human/Werewolf
Height: 6'3
Weight: 247
Physical Description: Tall, muscular, slightly tan, dark brown hair, greyish blue eyes with gold ring around the pupil. Including that he has a foot and a half long scar vertically across his chest. An old war wound he had received when from a thrown war axe, luckily his armor stopped it from penetrating even more. When traveling and in battle he wears his steel plated armor with his full helmet. Other times he wears his black cloak with his hood up.
Possessions: His hand crafted sword named “Wolf’s Bane” he had made when learning the trade of blacksmithing. He knew it would come in handy when traveling and he also carries a moon medallion with a tree in the center the only thing he can remember is that it was his coat of arms from his family.
Powers or Strengths: Stealth is not his most skilled strength, but he is trained enough to the point where he does not sound like a weighed down horse. As for hand-to-hand it was one of the first things he learned long before ever holding a sword and he knows his way around anyone’s body. Sword handling this is something he learned before crafting “Wolf’s Bane” with all he knows he can handle any foe that comes his way. Blacksmithing this was the second skill he had ever learned and from a good family friend, something Benedict found to be useful out in the field while traveling and he knows the basics so he can tend to the simplest weapons. Persuasion this was something that came naturally when he was nothing, but a small boy. His silver-tongue made it easy to fool enemies yet at the same time helps him get good deals in the markets.
The Bow now this he merely knows the basics to the point where he can hunt down his next meal. The Pistol his skill with this fine piece of weaponry is sharpened more than him with a bow, he taught himself to be accurate enough to where it helps him save an extra life in the battlefield. Free running now this, this was something he was born to do from what people say. He can scale, run, and jump any building or tree with finesse because it made him feel free to the vast open world. The only power he has is blood rage during a full moon and all that happens are his senses, instincts, speed, and strength are doubled making him a hunter/killer to be feared.
Weaknesses: Anger is a simple weakness even amongst the most hardened warriors; sometimes it is too much where he just ignores people and charges right into the action. That risks lives that follow him into battle. Pure Silver is a common thing amongst werewolves and since pure silver in weapons is rare he has little to worry except for jewelry and such alike, the touch burns his flesh. Women now this is his greatest downfall because he respects them and would take risks to save even one, which is not the best trait when it comes to many other lives at risk. Accurate shooters slow his mobility when free running because they either force him to hide in cover or make him lose footing and fall to a painful bottom.
Magic these are simple for many and no matter how much he has studied it he still has trouble finding his way to counter attack even the simplest spells. Blood Rage may be a power, but very rare occasions it can be his downfall since he becomes so overwhelmed with energy and the lust for blood that he may harm even those dear to him.
History: When Benedict was first born he was already a shifter thanks to the bloodline. Most of his family had been pure shifters except when they first received such a “gift” his father called it. When he was a boy he lived a simple life since his family was middle classed. Although the richer children always picked fights with him that is when Benedict began learning hand-to-hand and enhancing that skill, yet some days children would come at him and he would flee by free running. All because of his natural know how of the city he lived in he was able to quickly make an escape. Although his life was just beginning he would soon be pushed into the dark reality of the world. One day when he came home his mother immediately snatched him up and hid under a table with him.
He could hear shouting in the other room and then saw his father burst through the door with a group of hunters close behind slashing at his heels and back with their swords. They weren’t regular hunters either these men wore pieces of armor and had weapons of silver. He only knew this because whenever they struck his father he cried in agony as his flesh burned around the wounds. Then his father shifted into his werewolf form and fought back killing a few before they overpowered him with their numbers. Once they had him on his knees they silenced him with a shot to the head seeing that his mother shrieked in horror at the sight. The hunters came over dragging her from under the table while Benedict slid back staying out of sight. Although before they murdered her as well they did horrible things that would scar Benedict’s memories forever.
Once they had finished their dastardly deeds Benedict’s rage grew and overcame his fear. He knew who these men were and would remember it. When he reached his teens he trained with his uncle who was a grand master in blacksmithing, only he died after teaching Benedict only the basics. That was all he needed though when he forged his first, unique sword he named “Wolf’s Bane”. Then with a black cloak he went on his own hunt for his family’s murderers. It took him five years to hunt them all down and slaughter them in time learning more unique skills and enhancing them as time went on. What he did when he wasn’t hunting the murderers though is that he enlisted in armies and militia’s joining in small battle’s and other times large wars.
With his skills sharper than a razor and his mind common to war, death, and the fight for good he knew what he had to do and wanted to do. He had to go out there and change the world and return purity to his family name. Although because of his reputation the people he destroyed want his head so to remain hidden he chose a name many would come to know, love, honor, and his foes even fear. His name as a mercenary would be “Warden”