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Who am I you ask what makes me, me let us start from the beginning? I unlike most recall my birth the blood the screams the death. It is true the rumors that my birth caused the passing of my mother I suppose thus is the way of The Hate. I was but an infant at that time but even then, my birth was an omen my littermates stillborn my mother dying in the birth. I even before the hand of the wet-nurse were around me was engulfed in the flame of Rage no not in form but whereas I should have been silent or whimpered I growled and snapped. I was as Hate entering the world being forged into the harshness my life was to know. My father hated me from that day on I knew hand, boot, fist, and bottle and at times hunger. Thus, was the loving protective hand of the father I knew. Never did I cry never did I find either solace nor weakness in emotion. How many days where I chained to the ring on the porch a chain around my neck and on my legs so that he could kick or whip me. Then it was that one day his beating was answered with rage of my own I was bound but still I changed I knew not what was happening but in his own rage he changed as well. I was to get the worst beating of his hand I had yet in fact if I were not already used to such abuse, I am sure I would not have survived. The next day the chain I had already known around my neck for so long was taken up by new masters and I was marched with others weaker than myself across lands I had never known. Into the mountains we were taken many finding death in the journey due to sickness and beatings. Those that fell were made into our food while mockingly the slavers taunted and beat us. As many as I could did I pick up and carry but I as man and as man my body was weak only so many could I carry. I raged at their weakness almost as much as I did the slavers whip. Yet in the beatings I found a use in the weakness I only grew to know contempt. In the end the futility of my actions was displayed for even as I would shed my blood and take on the pain of the smaller the weaker that the whip hit me not them, they eventually succumbed to deaths whisper I would hear their prayers for it in the night. It did not matter to our new masters whose blood fed this new land just that their whip-tasted flesh and their mastery over us was shown. Still many died and, in the end, only a few of those whom I was able to save toward the end and those who were strong made it to the pens. I remember too well the joy that I had when for several week I was fed actual food and given clothing even though the cells were all together and not big enough to lie or stand straight in as a human I was but a dog. I thought that whoever my new master was he had to be kind then it came an order to be entered into the pit. My first experience in the pit would mark a new me my first purpose in life. Where once I was only to accept pain and humility now in this new life I would learn a new purpose; to bring death. I cannot really tell you how long I lived like this as I never saw sun or moon day and night were the same, I was to be broken in body and in mind. I do know the battles became more and more strange. I went from other slaves to beast, and then after some time I fought those who committed crimes then I fought those who thought they were the best then I fought those who wanted to become the new master. I fought and I learned, I learned death is a part of life I learned pain is a part of life I learned that death was a release to those who could not bear what life was. When the collar was released, I was released. Where many learned despair I learned unending rage. Then it happened one man a single warrior entered the world beyond my cage. Many fell to him some before they even were able to feel the steel of his blade. He killed with passion and they fell before him. He killed many a slave as well as those who forced us into the ring. But when he got to me he stopped he looked me over with a cautious eye. I stood there in my cage ready to find death at last ready for the final battle but it never came. Without words a voice came into my head You, you are the one who lives you are one of prophesy, come with me we leave here but know where I stride, I bring death half of these go to my wife half I will claim but your death is naught this day. In awe I followed never had I been toughed in such a way. When we left few stood only children and the new the weak. My new master was not as kind as he was when we first met. He was cold he was brutal and he brought with him a pain I had never known for he was able to attack my spirit cause me to scream in an anguish I had never known yet never touch my flesh. But I grew strong and I grew quick. His cruelty was nothing I could not bear He was not like me in physiology but in mind we were much the same though I was still different I loved battle now and what he unlocked was not what he looked for. But he cultured it he gave me clothing and food. The other wolf walked with him and always I was made to walk as wolf not man. He left upon me the collar until it was time to fight. Then just like that I awoke in the flames the arena and my old cell. I would know it was a dream but I know better. Or maybe it was but a dream and in that last dream, I was realized, whatever the case the place I learned of pride and life was no more. (Was it Fenrir or the teachings a few of the others had tried to impart on him over time mixed with the psychological aspects of the place he is in.) The raiders of the place took me never removing my collar and placed me in a large crate and sent me to Stark beaten and branded with this mark and their words.

equipment: Dog Collar with locking over center draw latch closure - magic does not deteriorate cannot destroy- With Altair's corpse
A book of images that makes learning easier and it seems to cover weaponry… (An automatic increase of the Intelligence attribute to 2 and 50% cost reduction to Melee 4)
20 Tass

NOTES: Specs - Brawl: 5 (4- ground fighting) (5 - dirty fighting)
Special Maneuvers: • Wishbone:

Pack Tactics: • Fur Gnarl • Harrying