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About Max Varúlfur

Backstory:
Max was luckier than most of his kin. He had been born to a loving mother and father, in a town of people like him. It existed off in the stolen lands and the lack of governing bodies in the area meant they were for the most part away from prying eyes.

You see there used to be stories of monsters off in the stolen lands, people going missing if they wandered too far away from home in the night, or entire encampments disappearing over night. Now the stolen lands are a harsh place to be sure but many of the disappearances were due to certain hunters who couldn't control themselves, hunters who solely went after sentient life as their prey. In the political vacuum that the stolen lands had become Lycanthropy had gone partially unchecked, that was until about 4 decades ago when my Father was bitten.

My Father was a monk travelling the lands, worshiping Desna. He was bitten while he was traveling through the Stolen lands but managed to slay the beast that killed him. It became clear soon enough what had happened and he put a great amount of effort in controlling himself. He would not let Desna down. After several months of meditation he finally managed to gain control of himself through pure will, it was amazing he kept the power of the wolf in check while being afflicted and not born with it, but he wouldn't stop there. Oh no, he had become aware of the other lost souls hunting in the wilderness and made his goal to rein them in.

It took time but eventually he managed to gift others with his strength and bend those already in control to temper themselves away from violence. They managed to settle and create a small bastion for their kind in the wilderness. For a while it was nice, we fared well against bandits and monsters alike, during thise period my Father had found a wife and then I was born. She too was afflicted and while I wasn't teh first I was still rarity of being a natural born lycanthrope. Able to control the wolf intuitively.

About a decade ago when I was but 9, something changed, I was young but being the Son of the leader of the community still made me partially aware of large events. Bandits seemed to have caught on to what we were, they had started employing silver in their weapons when engaging with us and had become organized. IT seems something was directing the bandits more effectively than before and they wanted us removed. Eventually after many engagements they made a move against the settlement with their massive numbers. They attacked in the evening as the sun was close to the horizon. We were simply outnumbered I could tell the battle was going poorly. While we had managed to get a town together it was still very small with a population of no more than perhaps 30 including children and the old.

I remember being told by my mother to run north and being given a compass. So I did, I ran for a long time through the night, it was a new moon and was dark, they even planned that far. Many afflicted find it hard to control their transformations especially so on a new moon. At some point I decided to run back around, I found the town in ashes in the twilight of morning. I saw things that you can't quite forget, people I knew burned, charred bones scattered in a pile, no way to tell who was who only that everyone almost certainly had to have been killed in the raid.

I was 9 and alone in the stolen lands, that wasn't going to end well, I knew that much. So I headed north. Til eventually I found Brevoy. While I was Human, there was still so much different between me and everyone else. I hadn't truly met a Normal person before that point but it was strange. New sensations, having to hid myself constantly, especially considering my situation. Orphans have a hard life in any part of the world, but I probably felt even more alone than that. Begging for food or money for a while I managed to meek by, eventually I managed to get a bow and some arrows and some other supplies put together and gained a small living as a trapper. My natural talents gave me an edge over most. When I had put some gold together and had grown up to a rather rambunctious age of 16, I decided that I needed to do something, about my Father and my Past and got it in my head that I needed to learn how to fight and to head back. Joined a merc group, and started bouncing from merc group to merc group getting in as many fights as I could. Miraculously, I didn't end up dead in some ditch or my secret getting out, instead I lived, I lived to hear about the offer going on for the Stolen Lands. I decided I wanted, no Needed, to reclaim my old town, I needed to uphold my Fathers dream, nay surpass it. With Brevoy's backing I could forge a Kingdom, where anyone could live, as they want to be, as who they are without fear. So long as they can work with other sentient life, anyone would be welcome.