Little-Ant

Little-Ant
age 32
RedGuard
affliction: werewolf
discription: built, strong, long dark blonde hair, heavy armored and tall
skill set: two handed(1.o), archery(1.5), one-handed(2.0) and block(1.5)
personality: mysterious, no trust, determined and willing
Biography: Little Ant was raised in a small village in Hammerfell. His father always had no faith that he could become a warrior like his brother. In fact, Little Ant's birth was a mistake. They didn't name him till he reached the age of 14. Little ant spent his life from that point on to his father's expectations. This of course wasn't much. He worked all day on the family farm. He envied his brother which his father did favor. In anger, at the age of 16 he challenged his brother to a fist fight to earn his father's respect. Poor Little Ant didn't last five seconds before getting knocked out. He woke up on the cold hard ground the next day. He thought about his life's misery and decided he would run. Without wasting time, he quickly grabbed his things and kissed his dear mother goodbye as she begged him not to go.
Little Ant found himself in the mountains of Hammerfell. He was met by a group of men that looked awefull built. Like his brother. No.... better! They took him in to eat and rest. They asked him where he were from and why he had come this way. Little Ant began to notice more people had been with these men. They were in some sort of a clan or group of warriors. They welcomed him in and he learned there ways. As he became indoctrinated in what they taught he noticed what his life meaning was. They told him of the dangers of vampirism and it's effect on Tamriel. They told him he was now a warrior like them. Could this be true! Is this what he could be after all. However, the joys of knowing his destiny didn't seem to over take the brutal training he had went through. Tests of pain and power he was given every day. He lived and breathed killing vampires.
The strange mountain warriors he now called his family would soon tell him it was time. Little Ant became 26 years old and was taken to a deep deep cave in the mountain range. He discovered an altar with blood in a bowl in it. He asked what it meant but they told him nothing more then to drink it. The blood of the wolf would bless him and give him superior ability. Run faster, jump higher, and kill more! This was all Little Ant wanted. What he dreamed of. His first transformation became his hundredth sooner or later. He became home sick and decided to leave for his mother's sake.
When he got back to his small village he thought he could now call hone and be accepted. He told his family of stories and adventures he had made. His mother closely cared for him as something was wrong. He acted strangly and it seemed like he never told the whole story of where he was and what happened to him. The truth be told that Little Ant didn't tell his family of his wwerewolf ability. One dark cold and regretfull night, Little Ant's mother found him hunting in the night. The uncontrolable ge had turned against him. He was hungry to feed. He didn't believe he could do such a thing as to kill others for his stomach's sake. He decided he would go to the woods deep and find game to eat. He knew he would sleep in unease.
Little Ant woke up. He was completely naked and had no knowledge of his sleep. He was tired and wondered why. He began to apear in the home living quarters where he began to dread. He saw his brother and his father mauled to pieces by some beast. His mother? He turned his head and there she lay. She however wasn't mauled though. Little Ant looked closely to see get pale face and torn neck. Flashbacks of his studies of vampirism and his time in the mountains came to him. Did he himself do this? Or was he framed and being watched by somebody. Or something? He scratched his head in terror and confusion. He sworn that day that he would seek out the root of all vampires and destroy the main sourse and leader of the horrific culture. He traveled back to his brothren in the mountains to ask of there service in his will. They denied to try such a thing as to try to stop vampirism. Little Ant told them of what had happened while he was at his home village away. They completely declined the belief that vampires were to blame. They occused him of killing his family that it made sence that he did. They also told him he should not have waited to feed so long. Little Ant brought up that he didn't want to feed off of innocent and that it was wrong. Emediatly, he was driven out of there area. They told him he had no will to be one of them and his hopeless dreams would be crushed without it.
There he walked and walked just thinking of his idea of life's purpose for him. He finally tilted his head up and sworn to proce those men wrong. He knew he would one day avenge his family and damn vampirism out of Tamriel. That is when he heard of the vampir killing group called the Dawn Guard. He decided he would go where they are and join there forces as he pursued to meet the same goals as they did. To drive out Vampirism! He began his journey to skyrim and found it at age 32.

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