WTA
I’d love to use him as a D&D charater. And since my current one might die next session I thought why not try for this dude. I really like his pirate aesthetic and I really love werewolves; and my DM is really open to anything so he’d would keep both those aspects. He’d obviously be a human-werewolf fighter-swashbuckler
I’d keep the name Claude; maybe change the last name to something more fanciful like Truestrike or something similar.
He’d be a 35ish adventurer who loves rolling on the high seas. Getting his start as a young man who was originally a stow away aboard one of the crown’s military ships he lived for the ocean and wanted to stay on it forever. But he was caught and literally thrown off the ship. Luckily for him there was an island he was able to wash up on.
On that island is where he caught his lycanthropy. As he was forced to fend for himself he hunted within the island’s jungle. Though one night he was the one being hunted.
While stalking his way though the sunset lit jungle he felt that something was following him; a snap confirmed his suspicion as a wolf lunged out at him as he turned to see it. Backing up he pointed his makeshift spear at the beast; determined not to become its next meal. The creature of course was a distorted hybrid of man and wolf; Claude was taken a back for a moment but refused to let his guard down, determined to survive. The two locked eyes for only a more before the werewolf began its attack; slashing at Claude with disgustingly long claws. It missed the first sew swipes but eventually landed a hit across his face; unbeknownstly infecting him with the disease. He landed his spear towards the beast multiple times; jabbing at its chest but not enough to make it back down.
Seeing as he was physically unmatched Claude bolted into the thick of the jungle; trying to squeeze into the smaller trees to throw off the werewolf’s trail. Eventually coming upon the island’s mountain. Essentially a dead end. Or so he thought. As Claude was trying to scramble up the rocks he misplaced his footing and fell; tumbling down. But by some dumb luck he fell straight into a hole; this was good because it was only big enough for him to slip through. The wolf tried to claw him out but to no avail.
Claude was finally safe; or so he thought.
Over the next few moths the symptoms of his lycanthropy had started to develop and come out. He was terrified of himself and desperately wanted to seek help. This fuled his drive to make multiple attempts to get off the island and back to civilization where hopefully a doctor could cure him before the disease overtakes him completely.
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