Ashter windwalker.
A tourchered soul forced to watch his everything burn to ash. While he survived he was horrably burnded. And is now covered in scars. Shamed by his looks he turns to solitude, the the woods. Becoming one with the wilds he becomes a druid, looking for the beauty in all things. Till one full moon when he was bitten by a lycenthrope and forced into another violent life. Now he wonders for purpose and a reason to accept his new perdiciment. Looking for those who would accept him, to be his new family, his new pack. To protect with is life and soul. Slow to trust but loyal to the end, regardless of his families ties and allignments.
