Post by Steinerman on May 6, 2010 13:05:51 GMT -5
Name: Robert “Beowulf” Valentine
Alias: The Outcast
Age: 224
Gender: Male
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance: Robert “Beowulf” Valentine is a striking man in appearance. He stands at an average height of five feet, ten inches, and weighs a little over one hundred-fifty pounds. His tawny golden-brown hair is cut short enough to not be a bother or get in his eyes. His irises are a gentle gold in color, his eyes are round and give the general impression of wisdom beyond his relatively young looks. His nose is again, average in appearance. His face is a little on the narrow side, though this does not detract from the distinct and unique beauty of it. The only facial hair he possesses is a closely-trimmed mustache and goatee, it is the same golden-brown in color as his hair.
The rest of his body is lean and hard, and almost the definition of fitness.. His torso is heavily muscled and chiseled like that of a professional fighter or boxer. His arms, while not large, are scarred and have the look of being put to good use in close-combat. His fingers are slender, the nails closely trimmed. His legs are those of a runner, his feet thin with good arches for support.
All-in-all, the body appears more in line with a handsome late-thirties/early-forties soldier or athlete, not that of a werewolf nearing the age of two-hundred-twenty-five years.
Wolf Form: As a wolf, Robert isn’t all that imposing. Though that is not to say that he is small. As wolves go, he is just about average in size, lean as most wolves are. heavily muscled in his legs, shoulders and haunches. His fur is a light brown, with small patches of grey and light red as well. The only difference in color is the fur upon his head, most notably the face. Here the fur is almost solid grey, which gradually returns to the brown of the rest of his pelt the farther away from the head it is. His ears are sharp and pointed, his nose as well. His tail is long and graceful, and he generally holds it so as not to touch the ground.
Loup-Garou Form: This form, while still vaguely dog-like, is most definitely something monstrous and supernatural in power. It is a hulking brute in canine form, standing around five and a half-feet tall from paw to shoulder. It is covered in a coarse, tangled matte of black hair. Its eyes are a glowing white, making it a fearsome nightmare in darkness, where only its eyes are readily apparent.
His attire as a human is simple, yet elegant.
Social setting: His socks are simple affairs, white cotton and extremely clean. Upon his feet are black leather shoes of the finest craftsmanship, matching black shoe-laces tied neatly with any excess tucked away behind the tongue of the shoe. His pants are loosely-fitting black dress-slacks with two front pockets and two rear pockets. The rear pockets are small (large enough for coins or other small items) and can be sealed with black buttons. The front pockets are large and deep, easily holding wallets and other items. The belt securing the pants is again, black and made of hard leather, the belt-clasp is a nondescript metal the color of gold. His shirt is white cotton, pressed and ironed to ensure that wrinkles do not appear. It has one left-breast pocket, which generally holds a simple pen and pencil set. The collar of the shirt is generally left unbuttoned, giving a good view of his neck. If the occasion calls for a jacket, he wears a black outer jacket with black buttons.
Combat setting: Robert is a mercenary commander, but he also believes in never sending someone to do a job that he himself hasn’t done. Thus he is seen in combat frequently. Steel-toe boots and matte-black woolen socks (with mythril strands intertwined in the socks) protect his feet. Camouflaged pants appropriate to the setting (these with a thin mythril layer sewn into the reverse side) protect his legs. Securing the pants is a tactical belt with several loops and small compartments meant to hold extra ammo and equipment. For his torso he wears a T-shirt, which is camouflaged and has a thin layer of mythril sewn into the reverse side. Over that comes a camouflaged tactical combat-vest with three layers: An outer layer of cloth, a secondary inner layer of mythril, and a final layer of Kevlar. This vest also has dozens of pockets and loops and various attachments for carrying weaponry and equipment. Including a small sectional attachment on his left shoulder (intended to carry a flashlight or laser-sight) and a rear-shoulder mount for a short-sword or weapon of equal length.
Personality: “Family is Everything”. His personal motto and the slogan for his mercenary unit, those three words describe much of Robert. He is extremely intelligent, and wise as only someone with over two centuries experience can be. Kind and gentle, one might say that there isn’t a bad bone in his body. He is loving and caring of his adoptive family, making it a matter of personal pride that in their very dangerous business of mercenary life, he rarely loses a soldier. He is also extremely charismatic, having a way with words and his open, honest face that sways many to like him and accept him as leader in many situations. He is strong and courageous, with an odd blend of caution and recklessness. In battle he leads cautiously, though in single combat he’ll fight like a demon. In social settings he often speaks his mind and is extremely straightforward, this generally leads others to assume he’s arrogant. Though in reality he simply speaks the truth as he sees it, or doesn’t speak at all, depending on the situation. Others liken him to a force of nature, so steadfast is he in his goals and desires. When the occasion calls for it, he can be poetic and romantic. Coupled with his handsome looks, he makes for a very likable man. That is where the danger lies, he is all of what has been described and more. But in this caring, gentle man, lies the will to do anything to protect those he loves. A basic rule of thumb when dealing with Robert is not to threaten his family or loved ones, for if you do that, he will bring the entirety of his considerable experience in killing things down upon you like the very force of nature so many have said he resembles. Heaven help you if you hurt someone he cares for.
.
Possessions: Robert is a man of few actual possessions. Retaining very little of his early life. The only items of note are a small black rock he kept from his time in Cyra, and a faded picture of him (clothed in combat gear) standing in the center of a group of others (similarly dressed). All those in the picture appear worn and tired, but are smiling happily at the camera.
Special Abilities: Robert has spent much of his long life as a soldier in some form or another. Thus he is an extremely capable fighter in most situations, and a capable leader of men as well.
Werewolf: The main fact of it is, Robert is a Werewolf. That is, he is a man who changes into a wolf. His particular breed of Werewolf dictates that he can change forms at will, but must also change once every night. He retains all of his knowledge and personality in wolf-form, though he also gains all the senses and instincts of a wolf. Of course, when he makes the change from human to wolf, the contracting and reshaping body will generally mangle and shred any clothing he happens to be wearing at the time. In this form, he is just like any other creature, no exceptional powers or abilities beyond those of an intelligent wolf.
While the forced transformation occurs every night, Robert generally has a small amount of control over it. Usually being able to stave off the transformation for up to an hour. Transforming back into a human can be a tricky matter, almost impossible during the night. Easily done during the day (should he have changed willfully into the wolf earlier) it becomes nigh impossible for him to revert back to his human for during the evening and early mornings. That is not to say it is completely impossible, as he has had some success in doing so. The process becomes extremely painful during the evening/early morning and leaves him weak for several hours afterward.
Cursed Loup-Garou: His second ability is in that he has not one, but two wolf-forms to shapeshift into. Besides the regular wolf, Robert also has the cursed form of a Loup-Garou to shape-shift into. While still vaguely canine in form, The Loup-Garou is considerably larger than a regular wolf, and more dangerous as well. While in this form, Robert can shrug off most small-arms fire, (unless the bullets are made of silver, which is the bane of his curse) and even weaker magical spells. He is faster and stronger as a Loup-Garou, almost supernatural in his destructive capabilities. While certainly not invincible, this form allows Robert to deal damage on a massive scale to any enemies unlucky enough to be nearby.
The Loup-Garou form he has learned to control, (thus enabling him to forgo the usual transformation into it come each full moon). But the Regular wolf-form becomes more prevalent during the full moon. This does not cause him to automatically transform, but it does cause him to be quite irritable in human form around full moons, as his instincts are constantly urging him to transform into his canine shape.
History: Beowulf was born in 121 P.E. in the Rakutan forest to his single mother, Freyda. Unbeknownst to him, he had been born into a Werewolf clan which called themselves the Ironwill Pack. Before his first decade was over, Beowulf had already been bitten (albeit in a gentle fashion) by the Werewolves and had begun the transformation into a Werewolf himself. Though born a human, Beowulf spent very little time in his native form, as he soon found the Ironwill Pack was almost obsessed with staying in their wolf form for as long as possible, leaving it only rarely. Their particular pack believed that the human side of them was a weakness, a disease that they could not fully rid themselves of. The only Werewolf who spent even a small amount of time in human form was the pack leader, who also happened to be Beowulf’s mother, Freyda. Who only spent her time in human form to study the arts of magic. With the aid of her studies, Freyda had become quite a powerful sorceress, using her magic to strengthen the pack and make it more powerful in the Rakutan forest.
Beowulf, following in his pack’s path, spent most of his childhood and teenage life in Wolf form, becoming and adept hunter and dangerous fighter. His mother taught him much of how to be one of the most dangerous and capable predators in the forest, and he took her lessons to heart. Sure in the knowledge that one day he would succeed her to becoming Alpha of the pack.
However, it seems fate had a different plan in store for Beowulf. When he reached the age of twenty-three human years, (Werewolves are extremely long-lived, perhaps even immortal) Something changed. He became enamored with a human woman, a wandering outcast who traveled from settlement to settlement around the Forest, searching for work or simply a place to rest. He spent much of his time watching her, even once or twice protecting her from random bandits and vagabonds who attempted to attack her during her travels. Finally, unsure of what to do, (as he had been raised to be extremely distrustful of humans) he changed into human form, found suitable clothing and approached her.
It was with great surprise that the two found they greatly enjoyed each other’s company. With the woman, Beowulf felt...alive. More than he’d ever felt in his Werewolf pack. Their relationship even progressed to the point where he told her what he truly was. And with astonishment, found she accepted him, rather than running in fear. He learned then that much of what he’d been taught by his mother about humans was a lie, meant to keep him from going to close to civilization.
Beowulf spent the next year traveling as a human with the woman, who’s name he learned was Samantha Valentine. Together the two experienced the human world as only two young lovers could. During this time, Beowulf took the human name of Robert, though he never got around to picking a middle or last name. And for a time, he forgot about his pack and his mother, who he was sure would not be pleased that he had taken up with a human girl.
As it turned out, his mother was slightly more than merely displeased with his actions. Fearing what might happen should a Werewolf and a human breed, she ordered the death of Samantha. The order was swiftly carried out by the pack’s swiftest and deadliest hunters, who succeeded in their task, though it cost them their lives when Beowulf learned of Samantha’s death. In a rage he stormed the pack den in Rakutan forest and demanded an answer, a possible explanation to the vicious murder of his lover.
It was then that he learned the reason for his mother’s orders. Long before he had been born, his mother had read a prophecy. This prophecy had very little importance in the grand scheme of things, it spoke not of great change or destruction. But rather, she explained to her son, the loss of her power, due in part to her son having a child with a human. Thus she had acted to prevent the prophecy she had read so long ago, and when he had spent such a lengthy time with a human woman, she had taken steps to ensure that she, Freyda, would stay in control of the pack.
In his rage, Beowulf would have most likely killed his mother and many of the other packmembers present if it were not for his mother’s vile use of magic at that point in time. She cast a spell upon him, causing him to become a Loup-Garou, a mindless monster of a beast. In this raging, unthinking state he left the den and struck out across the wilderness. Only coming to his senses many dozens of miles away come the morning. With horror he remembered what his mother had told him of the curse, that every full moon he would turn into the Loup-Garou and kill everything in his path until the morning. Sickened by the thought that due to his mother he would become such a monster, he left all traces of civilization, vowing to learn how to rid himself of the curse.
And so, he traveled to the most distant and barren land he could possibly exist in, and soon found himself on the frozen plains of Cyra. Here he spent much of his time as a wolf for the warmth the fur provided and the keen senses. For forty years he lived there, un-aging. Spending all of his time working to remove the curse that clung to him. In time, his prayers were answered. The curse of the Loup-Garou was not meant to be leveled against one who was already a Werewolf, rather it was only supposed to be used against humans. With practice, Beowulf found he was able to slowly gain control of the cursed creature he was forced to transform into every night of a full moon.
For his last ten years in Cyra, Beowulf spent the time searching through the old ruins, finding many useful and interesting things. Finally, confident that he could control the Loup-Garou form, (for now it only came when he summoned it, just like his regular wolf-form) he returned to civilization. Though he was careful not to return to Allondell, unsure if he could truly defeat his mother, should she wish to fight.
For several years he studied in many different schools, listless and unsure of what to do with his life. It was then, near his seventieth year, that he found his calling. He signed on with a mercenary unit which was seeing heavy combat in one of the old Valtheran kingdoms, here he was able to put his wolf-form to good use as a scout. A natural soldier and leader, he quickly rose to an intermediary rank in the mercenary band, leading soldiers into battle regularly.
Soon after, however, like many mercenary bands before, the one he joined fell apart. Mostly due to heavy casualties in one of their last battles. Once again he was lost, without purpose. Beowulf returned to the land he knew best, Cyra. Here, he took the role of guide for the few and far between scientific expeditions that traveled to that continent at the time. He served as a guide here for several dozen years, becoming something of a legend.
It was in Cyra that he formed the beginnings of a plan, one that might give him purpose. He had greatly enjoyed the life of a mercenary, the sense of belonging to a family that he had not felt for many years. He realized there must be others in the world like him, outcasts wandering alone and forgotten. He could offer those outcasts a bond, a way of life and a family all in one. So once again, after nearly three decades of preparation, he returned to civilization and set about forming his own mercenary unit.
And so things have continued for the last seventy years or so, he generally goes by the name Robert Valentine (last name in honor of his long-dead lover), and has quietly built up something of a mercenary empire in Zailleon and a few other countries. He considers the members of his organization to be family, and generally runs the mercenary group like one. Even going so far as to tell the members what he is. While some do leave the organization upon being told that their leader is something of an immortal Werewolf, most others are only too glad to stay and enjoy the sense of belonging and purpose that he offers them in his organization.
Generally Robert has kept a low profile, not wishing to attract the attention of his mother, or any other possible enemies. But since the Korin attacks, his mercenary business leapt onto the scene, as they specialize in Protective details for those with enough money to hire them. And in the wake of the Korin attacks, many small villages were willing to pay a hefty sum of money for mercenary guards against possible Korin attacks.
It is unknown why he has chosen this particular time to expand his operations back into Allondell, as he generally avoided that continent like a plague for the last two centuries. But recent sightings have reported seeing his mercenaries landing in small numbers and setting up preliminary locations for their unit to begin operations. These sightings include one of particular interest, that of the reclusive leader himself being sighted near the Rakutan forest.
Miscellaneous: He’s quite an amazing chef in his spare time.
Alias: The Outcast
Age: 224
Gender: Male
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance: Robert “Beowulf” Valentine is a striking man in appearance. He stands at an average height of five feet, ten inches, and weighs a little over one hundred-fifty pounds. His tawny golden-brown hair is cut short enough to not be a bother or get in his eyes. His irises are a gentle gold in color, his eyes are round and give the general impression of wisdom beyond his relatively young looks. His nose is again, average in appearance. His face is a little on the narrow side, though this does not detract from the distinct and unique beauty of it. The only facial hair he possesses is a closely-trimmed mustache and goatee, it is the same golden-brown in color as his hair.
The rest of his body is lean and hard, and almost the definition of fitness.. His torso is heavily muscled and chiseled like that of a professional fighter or boxer. His arms, while not large, are scarred and have the look of being put to good use in close-combat. His fingers are slender, the nails closely trimmed. His legs are those of a runner, his feet thin with good arches for support.
All-in-all, the body appears more in line with a handsome late-thirties/early-forties soldier or athlete, not that of a werewolf nearing the age of two-hundred-twenty-five years.
Wolf Form: As a wolf, Robert isn’t all that imposing. Though that is not to say that he is small. As wolves go, he is just about average in size, lean as most wolves are. heavily muscled in his legs, shoulders and haunches. His fur is a light brown, with small patches of grey and light red as well. The only difference in color is the fur upon his head, most notably the face. Here the fur is almost solid grey, which gradually returns to the brown of the rest of his pelt the farther away from the head it is. His ears are sharp and pointed, his nose as well. His tail is long and graceful, and he generally holds it so as not to touch the ground.
Loup-Garou Form: This form, while still vaguely dog-like, is most definitely something monstrous and supernatural in power. It is a hulking brute in canine form, standing around five and a half-feet tall from paw to shoulder. It is covered in a coarse, tangled matte of black hair. Its eyes are a glowing white, making it a fearsome nightmare in darkness, where only its eyes are readily apparent.
His attire as a human is simple, yet elegant.
Social setting: His socks are simple affairs, white cotton and extremely clean. Upon his feet are black leather shoes of the finest craftsmanship, matching black shoe-laces tied neatly with any excess tucked away behind the tongue of the shoe. His pants are loosely-fitting black dress-slacks with two front pockets and two rear pockets. The rear pockets are small (large enough for coins or other small items) and can be sealed with black buttons. The front pockets are large and deep, easily holding wallets and other items. The belt securing the pants is again, black and made of hard leather, the belt-clasp is a nondescript metal the color of gold. His shirt is white cotton, pressed and ironed to ensure that wrinkles do not appear. It has one left-breast pocket, which generally holds a simple pen and pencil set. The collar of the shirt is generally left unbuttoned, giving a good view of his neck. If the occasion calls for a jacket, he wears a black outer jacket with black buttons.
Combat setting: Robert is a mercenary commander, but he also believes in never sending someone to do a job that he himself hasn’t done. Thus he is seen in combat frequently. Steel-toe boots and matte-black woolen socks (with mythril strands intertwined in the socks) protect his feet. Camouflaged pants appropriate to the setting (these with a thin mythril layer sewn into the reverse side) protect his legs. Securing the pants is a tactical belt with several loops and small compartments meant to hold extra ammo and equipment. For his torso he wears a T-shirt, which is camouflaged and has a thin layer of mythril sewn into the reverse side. Over that comes a camouflaged tactical combat-vest with three layers: An outer layer of cloth, a secondary inner layer of mythril, and a final layer of Kevlar. This vest also has dozens of pockets and loops and various attachments for carrying weaponry and equipment. Including a small sectional attachment on his left shoulder (intended to carry a flashlight or laser-sight) and a rear-shoulder mount for a short-sword or weapon of equal length.
Personality: “Family is Everything”. His personal motto and the slogan for his mercenary unit, those three words describe much of Robert. He is extremely intelligent, and wise as only someone with over two centuries experience can be. Kind and gentle, one might say that there isn’t a bad bone in his body. He is loving and caring of his adoptive family, making it a matter of personal pride that in their very dangerous business of mercenary life, he rarely loses a soldier. He is also extremely charismatic, having a way with words and his open, honest face that sways many to like him and accept him as leader in many situations. He is strong and courageous, with an odd blend of caution and recklessness. In battle he leads cautiously, though in single combat he’ll fight like a demon. In social settings he often speaks his mind and is extremely straightforward, this generally leads others to assume he’s arrogant. Though in reality he simply speaks the truth as he sees it, or doesn’t speak at all, depending on the situation. Others liken him to a force of nature, so steadfast is he in his goals and desires. When the occasion calls for it, he can be poetic and romantic. Coupled with his handsome looks, he makes for a very likable man. That is where the danger lies, he is all of what has been described and more. But in this caring, gentle man, lies the will to do anything to protect those he loves. A basic rule of thumb when dealing with Robert is not to threaten his family or loved ones, for if you do that, he will bring the entirety of his considerable experience in killing things down upon you like the very force of nature so many have said he resembles. Heaven help you if you hurt someone he cares for.
.
Possessions: Robert is a man of few actual possessions. Retaining very little of his early life. The only items of note are a small black rock he kept from his time in Cyra, and a faded picture of him (clothed in combat gear) standing in the center of a group of others (similarly dressed). All those in the picture appear worn and tired, but are smiling happily at the camera.
Special Abilities: Robert has spent much of his long life as a soldier in some form or another. Thus he is an extremely capable fighter in most situations, and a capable leader of men as well.
Werewolf: The main fact of it is, Robert is a Werewolf. That is, he is a man who changes into a wolf. His particular breed of Werewolf dictates that he can change forms at will, but must also change once every night. He retains all of his knowledge and personality in wolf-form, though he also gains all the senses and instincts of a wolf. Of course, when he makes the change from human to wolf, the contracting and reshaping body will generally mangle and shred any clothing he happens to be wearing at the time. In this form, he is just like any other creature, no exceptional powers or abilities beyond those of an intelligent wolf.
While the forced transformation occurs every night, Robert generally has a small amount of control over it. Usually being able to stave off the transformation for up to an hour. Transforming back into a human can be a tricky matter, almost impossible during the night. Easily done during the day (should he have changed willfully into the wolf earlier) it becomes nigh impossible for him to revert back to his human for during the evening and early mornings. That is not to say it is completely impossible, as he has had some success in doing so. The process becomes extremely painful during the evening/early morning and leaves him weak for several hours afterward.
Cursed Loup-Garou: His second ability is in that he has not one, but two wolf-forms to shapeshift into. Besides the regular wolf, Robert also has the cursed form of a Loup-Garou to shape-shift into. While still vaguely canine in form, The Loup-Garou is considerably larger than a regular wolf, and more dangerous as well. While in this form, Robert can shrug off most small-arms fire, (unless the bullets are made of silver, which is the bane of his curse) and even weaker magical spells. He is faster and stronger as a Loup-Garou, almost supernatural in his destructive capabilities. While certainly not invincible, this form allows Robert to deal damage on a massive scale to any enemies unlucky enough to be nearby.
The Loup-Garou form he has learned to control, (thus enabling him to forgo the usual transformation into it come each full moon). But the Regular wolf-form becomes more prevalent during the full moon. This does not cause him to automatically transform, but it does cause him to be quite irritable in human form around full moons, as his instincts are constantly urging him to transform into his canine shape.
History: Beowulf was born in 121 P.E. in the Rakutan forest to his single mother, Freyda. Unbeknownst to him, he had been born into a Werewolf clan which called themselves the Ironwill Pack. Before his first decade was over, Beowulf had already been bitten (albeit in a gentle fashion) by the Werewolves and had begun the transformation into a Werewolf himself. Though born a human, Beowulf spent very little time in his native form, as he soon found the Ironwill Pack was almost obsessed with staying in their wolf form for as long as possible, leaving it only rarely. Their particular pack believed that the human side of them was a weakness, a disease that they could not fully rid themselves of. The only Werewolf who spent even a small amount of time in human form was the pack leader, who also happened to be Beowulf’s mother, Freyda. Who only spent her time in human form to study the arts of magic. With the aid of her studies, Freyda had become quite a powerful sorceress, using her magic to strengthen the pack and make it more powerful in the Rakutan forest.
Beowulf, following in his pack’s path, spent most of his childhood and teenage life in Wolf form, becoming and adept hunter and dangerous fighter. His mother taught him much of how to be one of the most dangerous and capable predators in the forest, and he took her lessons to heart. Sure in the knowledge that one day he would succeed her to becoming Alpha of the pack.
However, it seems fate had a different plan in store for Beowulf. When he reached the age of twenty-three human years, (Werewolves are extremely long-lived, perhaps even immortal) Something changed. He became enamored with a human woman, a wandering outcast who traveled from settlement to settlement around the Forest, searching for work or simply a place to rest. He spent much of his time watching her, even once or twice protecting her from random bandits and vagabonds who attempted to attack her during her travels. Finally, unsure of what to do, (as he had been raised to be extremely distrustful of humans) he changed into human form, found suitable clothing and approached her.
It was with great surprise that the two found they greatly enjoyed each other’s company. With the woman, Beowulf felt...alive. More than he’d ever felt in his Werewolf pack. Their relationship even progressed to the point where he told her what he truly was. And with astonishment, found she accepted him, rather than running in fear. He learned then that much of what he’d been taught by his mother about humans was a lie, meant to keep him from going to close to civilization.
Beowulf spent the next year traveling as a human with the woman, who’s name he learned was Samantha Valentine. Together the two experienced the human world as only two young lovers could. During this time, Beowulf took the human name of Robert, though he never got around to picking a middle or last name. And for a time, he forgot about his pack and his mother, who he was sure would not be pleased that he had taken up with a human girl.
As it turned out, his mother was slightly more than merely displeased with his actions. Fearing what might happen should a Werewolf and a human breed, she ordered the death of Samantha. The order was swiftly carried out by the pack’s swiftest and deadliest hunters, who succeeded in their task, though it cost them their lives when Beowulf learned of Samantha’s death. In a rage he stormed the pack den in Rakutan forest and demanded an answer, a possible explanation to the vicious murder of his lover.
It was then that he learned the reason for his mother’s orders. Long before he had been born, his mother had read a prophecy. This prophecy had very little importance in the grand scheme of things, it spoke not of great change or destruction. But rather, she explained to her son, the loss of her power, due in part to her son having a child with a human. Thus she had acted to prevent the prophecy she had read so long ago, and when he had spent such a lengthy time with a human woman, she had taken steps to ensure that she, Freyda, would stay in control of the pack.
In his rage, Beowulf would have most likely killed his mother and many of the other packmembers present if it were not for his mother’s vile use of magic at that point in time. She cast a spell upon him, causing him to become a Loup-Garou, a mindless monster of a beast. In this raging, unthinking state he left the den and struck out across the wilderness. Only coming to his senses many dozens of miles away come the morning. With horror he remembered what his mother had told him of the curse, that every full moon he would turn into the Loup-Garou and kill everything in his path until the morning. Sickened by the thought that due to his mother he would become such a monster, he left all traces of civilization, vowing to learn how to rid himself of the curse.
And so, he traveled to the most distant and barren land he could possibly exist in, and soon found himself on the frozen plains of Cyra. Here he spent much of his time as a wolf for the warmth the fur provided and the keen senses. For forty years he lived there, un-aging. Spending all of his time working to remove the curse that clung to him. In time, his prayers were answered. The curse of the Loup-Garou was not meant to be leveled against one who was already a Werewolf, rather it was only supposed to be used against humans. With practice, Beowulf found he was able to slowly gain control of the cursed creature he was forced to transform into every night of a full moon.
For his last ten years in Cyra, Beowulf spent the time searching through the old ruins, finding many useful and interesting things. Finally, confident that he could control the Loup-Garou form, (for now it only came when he summoned it, just like his regular wolf-form) he returned to civilization. Though he was careful not to return to Allondell, unsure if he could truly defeat his mother, should she wish to fight.
For several years he studied in many different schools, listless and unsure of what to do with his life. It was then, near his seventieth year, that he found his calling. He signed on with a mercenary unit which was seeing heavy combat in one of the old Valtheran kingdoms, here he was able to put his wolf-form to good use as a scout. A natural soldier and leader, he quickly rose to an intermediary rank in the mercenary band, leading soldiers into battle regularly.
Soon after, however, like many mercenary bands before, the one he joined fell apart. Mostly due to heavy casualties in one of their last battles. Once again he was lost, without purpose. Beowulf returned to the land he knew best, Cyra. Here, he took the role of guide for the few and far between scientific expeditions that traveled to that continent at the time. He served as a guide here for several dozen years, becoming something of a legend.
It was in Cyra that he formed the beginnings of a plan, one that might give him purpose. He had greatly enjoyed the life of a mercenary, the sense of belonging to a family that he had not felt for many years. He realized there must be others in the world like him, outcasts wandering alone and forgotten. He could offer those outcasts a bond, a way of life and a family all in one. So once again, after nearly three decades of preparation, he returned to civilization and set about forming his own mercenary unit.
And so things have continued for the last seventy years or so, he generally goes by the name Robert Valentine (last name in honor of his long-dead lover), and has quietly built up something of a mercenary empire in Zailleon and a few other countries. He considers the members of his organization to be family, and generally runs the mercenary group like one. Even going so far as to tell the members what he is. While some do leave the organization upon being told that their leader is something of an immortal Werewolf, most others are only too glad to stay and enjoy the sense of belonging and purpose that he offers them in his organization.
Generally Robert has kept a low profile, not wishing to attract the attention of his mother, or any other possible enemies. But since the Korin attacks, his mercenary business leapt onto the scene, as they specialize in Protective details for those with enough money to hire them. And in the wake of the Korin attacks, many small villages were willing to pay a hefty sum of money for mercenary guards against possible Korin attacks.
It is unknown why he has chosen this particular time to expand his operations back into Allondell, as he generally avoided that continent like a plague for the last two centuries. But recent sightings have reported seeing his mercenaries landing in small numbers and setting up preliminary locations for their unit to begin operations. These sightings include one of particular interest, that of the reclusive leader himself being sighted near the Rakutan forest.
Miscellaneous: He’s quite an amazing chef in his spare time.