Post by Snaggle on Sept 29, 2012 15:19:50 GMT -5
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Name: Hamish Oram
Age: 74
Spouse: Esmeralda Oram (werewolf, deceased)
Children: none
Mother: Susannah Oram
Father: Mathew Oram
Siblings:
Physical Description:
At first glance, Hamish appears to be made up purely of bones and tanned, leathery skin- standing at nearly 6’2 tall and as thin as a rake, with wiry muscles and skin that seems to be a large mass of wrinkles.
His face is lean and wolfish, with a sharp hooked nose and small black eyes. A small number of his teeth are gone, whilst several more and pitted and yellow, giving him a strange lopsided smile.
His hair, once a bright red, is now white, with small streaks of fading grey here and there and no trace of its original colouring. Hamish keeps it cropped short and neat for convenience.
Leaning more towards a preference to old, comfortable and practical clothes, Hamish can occasionally be described as a rather neatly dressed scarecrow, with his collection of sturdy boots, patched coats and stringy braces.
Personality:
Despite his imposing, and at some times odd, appearance, Hamish actually has a very kind and caring, If not exactly cheerful, nature.
Living out in the woods, he rarely finds himself with visitors, be it human or werewolf, but when he does he treats them with polite courtesy and interest; offering guidance to lost travelers and help to the injured.
He isn't a complete hermit; often seen wondering around the shops and streets of the town, but he does prefer his solitude, and may become taciturn and harsh if he feels pestered by someone.
He also cannot abide the killing of werewolves by humans, or humans by werewolves, and such matters will finally bring out a raging temper in him that is not easily abated, despite his age.
History:
Born and raised in a family of rather renowned werewolf hunters, Hamish did not have the best start in life concerning the understanding of werewolves. However, as a boy he was always considered the ‘black sheep’ of the family- preferring to learn and study the idea of lycanthropy and it’s traits, rather than learning how to destroy those cursed with it.
However, he did give it his best shot, if only to uphold the family name; learning enough to know how to handle a firearm and shoot straight, and impressing his family enough with his knowledge of werewolf history and predators to keep them happy.
However, all this was swept from his mind when, in his mid 20s, he met and fell in love with a young werewolf loner named Esme.
The pair eloped to Romania and bought a small cottage in the hills near Eden town, content to live out the rest of their days in happy solitude.
Esme died, happy and safe, in her husbands arms a few years ago, leaving him by himself in his little house in the woods.
He neither regrets or dismisses his life with his wife; seeing nothing but idiocy in the idea of hunting werewolves and their kind, but also seeing no reason to harm the humans that do so, he spends his time trying to prevent one from harming the other too much.
