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Washed up upon a shore and taken in by an old hermit. I have been raised in solitude making me a lonewolf of sorts never associating with others unless need be or I feel safe enough to let my guard down. The old hermit taught me many things. The most important was how to fight. I'm very agile and very quick but I do have much power behind my fists. I'm a thief and trickster by nature and inherited a magical bag from my the old hermit who taught me. The 1st signs I was a werewolf started as soon as I reached around my 20th year of being alive...It happened at a full moon as I was asleep and something from somewhere was calling me and a sudden burst of pain and windswept mutation came over me...a few minutes later I looked at my hands and I was covered in growing fur...at 1st I was started and I woke the old hermit up and he looked at me as if he expected this to happen...He then explained to me that I was from a outcast band of Dark Elves who had taken on darker vows than most and lived upon a small colony. It was explained to me that when I was young he looked up my origins and learned around the 20th year of a birth these Dark Elves took on the Wolven Blessing from a far north land called the Shiverpeaks and the story went that the 1st Elves there settled upon a frozen shore and tried to make things work there, but as they neared the brink of death od starvation and the bitter cold...an odd pack of wolves came to their camp. A small pack though. No more than 10 it was said...these wolves seemed to speak to the elves through telepathy. As the hours drew by and the elves spoke with the wolves their minds melted together as the elves disappeared and the wolves remained...When the wolves looked around they had the elven intelligence and memories but there were no bodies...as they looked around they saw what had happened. The Wolven Spirit had moved on and the Elves had remained instead...The Wolves left behind knowledge though. Survival and Cunning along with the Elves magical abilities and added physical stats boosted their strength emensely...as the next few years had gone by they had figured how to control turning from a wolf...to a partial wolf a werewolf and back into their elven form. They mastered this shapeshifting to harness whatever look they desired. The colony of Elves soon started to flourish once again and repopulate slowly as more elf brethren and more of the strange wolves appeared. The colony still exists and one day I hope to return to them to find out more about me....Thats just where I come from though. I leave more of my story for another time.
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