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Greetings my name is Natalia Sashenka. I am Lycan, or in simpler terms I am Werewolf, I wasn’t always a monster though, oh no. I was born into a peasant’s family in 1136ad in Mother Russia. I was a happy child, who loved her mother and father very much. When I was 20 years of age though, my poor but happy family was ripped apart.

The memory is clear as crystal in my mind, the sudden crashing and the sounds of my father screaming as my mother ran into my room. She gave me the one precious item that my family ever had, an ankh necklace of pure silver. A gift from a noble woman whose child had been saved by my mother when there was a terrible storm. My mother never had the heart to sell it. But that night she placed it into my hands and with terror in her eyes forced me down under the floor through a hidden hatch. I sat there under the floor watching through the cracks as the monster clawed through the door and mauled my mother above me. Her blood dripping down upon my cheek sent me into a panic and I screamed.

This of course drew the attacker’s attention as he ripped through the floor and took me by the throat, lifting me into sight. He didn’t kill me instantly; I realized then that it was a Lycan. A monster I had only feared in fairytales. I kicked and screamed clawing at his arms praying for a release, then suddenly the creature howled out in pain and I realized that my mother’s Ankh which I clutched to so tightly had been pressed into his inner forearm. It reacted by sinking his teeth into my shoulder tearing at my flesh before dropping me. It wasn’t until after I heard voices that I knew the other villagers had come and the beast had gone.

You can imagine that even though the villagers had saved me that night, it wasn’t long before they wanted to burn me, calling me cursed… which I was. I was forced to leave in the shadows of night and never return to my home.

My mother’s ankh and the lust for revenge is what drove me to keep on living for so long. Years went by as I lived wild. Letting the curse control me, there are so many horrible things that I have done… but eventually I fought against the inner demon and learned control, an ability that comes with time and patience. Now I was able to release my beast at will and stay in control, the only time that I couldn’t and cannot is the night of the full moon, some things you can never change no matter how hard you try.

Along with their strengths though, I also had their weakness, Silver. I needed to figure out how to be able to handle silver if I was going to use it against others. It wasn’t until 1500ad that I began to toil in alchemy and the sciences, putting myself at risk I began injecting minuscule amounts of silver nitrate into my blood, oh the pain I suffered… but over a hundred years of doing so I was able to form an immunity, Silver now had no effect on me; a trait that has saved my life a countless number of times.

Years passed and I have honed my abilities and skills as a fighter. I am skilled with any weapon including modern firearms. I was able to study in all forms and levels in education as long as I took on a fake identity, I have traveled the world over and I have even gathered myself a secret fortune over the ages. I use all of these resources to hunt down all things evil, this includes my fellow Lycans. . .especially them. One day I will find the one that murdered my family and cursed my soul. I will take my vengeance out of his hide. That is my purpose in this realm.

My journey began in 1159. I do not know when it shall end. . .

Description
Greetings my name is Natalia Sashenka. I am Lycan, or in simpler terms I am Werewolf, I wasn’t always a monster though, oh no. I was born into a peasant’s family in 1136ad in Mother Russia. I was a happy child, who loved her mother and father very much. When I was 20 years of age though, my poor but happy family was ripped apart.

The memory is clear as crystal in my mind, the sudden crashing and the sounds of my father screaming as my mother ran into my room. She gave me the one precious item that my family ever had, an ankh necklace of pure silver. A gift from a noble woman whose child had been saved by my mother when there was a terrible storm. My mother never had the heart to sell it. But that night she placed it into my hands and with terror in her eyes forced me down under the floor through a hidden hatch. I sat there under the floor watching through the cracks as the monster clawed through the door and mauled my mother above me. Her blood dripping down upon my cheek sent me into a panic and I screamed.

This of course drew the attacker’s attention as he ripped through the floor and took me by the throat, lifting me into sight. He didn’t kill me instantly; I realized then that it was a Lycan. A monster I had only feared in fairytales. I kicked and screamed clawing at his arms praying for a release, then suddenly the creature howled out in pain and I realized that my mother’s Ankh which I clutched to so tightly had been pressed into his inner forearm. It reacted by sinking his teeth into my shoulder tearing at my flesh before dropping me. It wasn’t until after I heard voices that I knew the other villagers had come and the beast had gone.

You can imagine that even though the villagers had saved me that night, it wasn’t long before they wanted to burn me, calling me cursed… which I was. I was forced to leave in the shadows of night and never return to my home.

My mother’s ankh and the lust for revenge is what drove me to keep on living for so long. Years went by as I lived wild. Letting the curse control me, there are so many horrible things that I have done… but eventually I fought against the inner demon and learned control, an ability that comes with time and patience. Now I was able to release my beast at will and stay in control, the only time that I couldn’t and cannot is the night of the full moon, some things you can never change no matter how hard you try.

Along with their strengths though, I also had their weakness, Silver. I needed to figure out how to be able to handle silver if I was going to use it against others. It wasn’t until 1500ad that I began to toil in alchemy and the sciences, putting myself at risk I began injecting minuscule amounts of silver nitrate into my blood, oh the pain I suffered… but over a hundred years of doing so I was able to form an immunity, Silver now had no effect on me; a trait that has saved my life a countless number of times.

Years passed and I have honed my abilities and skills as a fighter. I am skilled with any weapon including modern firearms. I was able to study in all forms and levels in education as long as I took on a fake identity, I have traveled the world over and I have even gathered myself a secret fortune over the ages. I use all of these resources to hunt down all things evil, this includes my fellow Lycans. . .especially them. One day I will find the one that murdered my family and cursed my soul. I will take my vengeance out of his hide. That is my purpose in this realm.

My journey began in 1159. I do not know when it shall end. . .