Synopsis
An old werewolf and treasure hunter
Description
You wouldn't be able to tell, but for a werewolf he's aged very well. At the age of 66, he's still somewhat sprightly and roguishly handsome for a werewolf. His life of adventure has packed his body with hard muscle, and he's got the grey of experience in his fur. He's of average height for a werewolf, which is taller than a human but shorter than an elf, and his fangs are a bit short, which was often a point of derision amongst his peers in childhood, but there was one female werewolf who liked that... anyway, he's overall a bit scruffy, but a rather dashing figure when he cleans up and dresses for when the occasion calls for it (say for example, a museum exhibition of artefacts he has retrieved where the client who hired him doesn't take ALL the credit).
Personality
He's rough, he's gruff, he's tough, and he's also the coolest old werewolf you're ever likely to meet. Really, the guy's a swell fellow with a great zest for life and much love for his guild, who he treats like family, but when he gets riled up it's a sight to behold. Thankfully, there's not much that'd easily drive him to that kind of state. He's also as much of a thrill seeker as the next treasure hunter, so where you might see danger, he sees adventure and excitement. He's an absolute procrastinator when it comes to work other than actual treasure hunting, so if there's paper work to be done or meetings to handle, you can just forget about the old wolf getting anything done on time. His own guild members often remind him to get his arse into gear or they'd never get paid. At the end of the day though, he really cares about his guild and his work, seeing ancient artefacts not just as highly priced junk, but as invaluable pieces of the past that could never be replaced if ever lost.
Equipment / Abilities
Often comes very well prepared when going for a spot of treasure hunting, carrying all manner of high-tech gadgets and equipment. In case of emergency situations, he packs a laser pistol and a knife. One time however, he actually had to use these two relic daggers to face off against a manticore when he had nothing else. Those daggers did the job, but the client wasn't happy to see them stained with manticore blood. He got reduced pay as a result, but hey, it comes with the territory.
History
As a desert nomad, Lucky grew up amidst clan wars and stiff traditions. Like many others at his age then, he ran away. Unlike those others, he did not return home or die in the desert (though he did as far as his clan is concerned). He scratched a living as a treasure hunter and since those humble beginnings, he has led a life of danger and adventure. Now a veteran of the business, he has no shortage of clients and has formed his own guild of adventurers. The name of the guild is 'Lucky Wolves' and the headquarters is at the capital city of the empire, Marutukkai.
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THEME (Johnny Cash - I've Been Everywhere)
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