
| Full Name |
Kar Whitefall |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Mutant/12 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium, naturally |
| Age |
28 |
| Special Abilities |
Improved Might, Appendeges, Resilence, Size, Grace, Claws and Fangs, Alteration, Copy animal |
| Alignment |
CG |
| Deity |
None, Yet |
| Location |
Wandering |
| Languages |
Common, Sylvan, Aquan |
| Occupation |
Vagabond |
| Strength |
16 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
18 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
14 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About Kar Whitefall
Mutation. It's a word not many welcome. Most people fear or resent the mutant, either hiding in terror or plotting against them. The appearace is random, only truely emerging many years after the unfortunate youths birth.
So it was with Kar. He was born a resident of Agartha, the Son of a travelling merchant. He had traveled all his life looking, to anyone who ever saw him, to be a normal boy. It was not until he was eight years old when his powers awoke. He hardly even knew when it happened, but everyone else did. The next five years of his life were like living in the abyss. His father beat him daily for his 'shame' and his mother drank and cried. They hated him, but he couldn't understand why. His father kept travelling, selling and buying at every oppertunity. Soon word got out that a certain merchant had a shapeshifter for a son. The distrust of mutants was an ugly thing. From that point on whenever his father made a good deal, he made an enemy, and it always seemed to stem from everyones distrust. the abuse got worse. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he ran.
He diddn't get far. When he made it out of the city and into the forest he was beset on all sides by wolves. It was not quick. they hounded him for hours, nipping at his heels every time he slowed until finally he managed a real transformation.
He became a wolf. One moment he was running, his clothes whipping behind him, the next he was on all fours, speeding away from his stunned pursuers.
That night he decided that he would make this power his, he would be a victim no more.
Since then he changes faces and bodies like others change clothes, never the same person on the outside, the same rebellious angry cynical youth on the inside.