Dru-Kur

Jotunborn/Beastkin / Barbarian - Animal Instinct

Submitted character story

Defining moment:
It began the night the villagers and hunters came for his pack.

He was young. Too young to understand what was happening. The hunters came with torches and spears, with bows strung tight and prayers to gods he did not know. They came for the white-furred thing that walked like a man. They came for the wolves.

His mother died first.

She threw herself at the lead hunter—a man with a scarred face and a spear tipped with silver—and took the blade meant for Dru-Kur. Her blood hit the snow in a red arc. The scent burned itself into his memory: iron and frost and the fading warmth of the only creature who had ever loved him.

The voice roared.

He doesn't remember the killing. He doesn't remember the screams. He only remembers waking days later, surrounded by bodies. Hunters. Villagers. Anyone who had been there. His hands were raw. His claws were broken. His mouth tasted like copper.

And beneath it all, beneath the blood and the snow and the smoke from the torches, he caught the scent of her.

Not her body. Not her fur.

Her blood.

It was on all of them. Every single one. They had stood by while she died. Some had held the torches. Some had cheered. Some had done nothing at all—and that was enough.

He followed the scent through the village. Door to door. House to house. He killed everyone who carried it. By dawn, the snow was red, and the name was born.

The Feral Winter.

Archetype: You're the The Scar That Loved. He guards the memory of her death by becoming the thing they feared.

Personality: Running from something