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Blae has a minion!

Beast the Werekumos

Blae
Legacy Name: Blae

The

Custom Bloodred Kumos
Owner:

Izmyr

Age: 16 years, 5 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 5th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 5 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 5th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 11
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 5
Books Read: 4
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Register Clerk

Back in 1910, the 25 year old Blae inherits his father's butcher shop. Having always had his old man's skill for meats, he kept the family business going strong. His lack of interest in women or children kept him behind the counter, hacking away, without distraction.Then one day in the year 1920, a gentleman comes in with an impressive beast - a dull black wolf twice the size of the average. He'd made a clean shot into the animal, and so he wanted the best cuts to serve his family.
Blae heaves the creature into his prep room after instructing the man to return the following day, and lays it on the table to gather his tools. At first, he feels pity for such a gorgeous beast being slaughtered. Such a magnificent kill should be stuffed! But, he gets paid to chop things up, so he takes a deep breath and swings his blade, hacking off the right paw..

Before he can raise his blade, he is deafened by a wailing roar and flattened by the raging beast. It snarls as its bleeding stump drains all over the tile, its weight like an anvil on his chest. It wastes no time in slashing down his chest with its remaining pawhand, and Blae throws up his arms to protect his face. It doesn't take long for his feeble shield to be broken down, however, when his entire forearms are raked to the bone. When his arms drop, the monster wraps his claws around the side of his head, the enormous paw nearly covering it entirely. Then its jaws lock onto Blae's right shoulder, and the sickening crunch sends his mind swimming, nearly sending him into unconsciousness.
In a desperate attempt to save himself, Blae uses his only mobile arm to grab up the blade he'd been using, a cleaver, and uses all the strength his tattered limb can muster to hack at the creature's neck and head. His strikes aren't anything compared to the strength of this beast, but they're enough to send blood flying, the pools mingling on the floor. One last hard thwack into its face, the cleaver sticking in meat and bone and destroying the eye in that socket, and the howling demon finally retreats and escapes the shop.

The attack left him scarred, but the disease he gained from the monster helped him to heal quickly and ultimately survive. The lycanthropy has its positives and negatives; immortality, healing, speed and strength, heightened senses.. and yet his first love has become his greatest torture. The scent of bloody meat brings his beast up, and it has been steadily driving him mad for several decades. Enough that he has even taken the lives of the townspeople.
Unable to keep himself in one spot for fear of being discovered, he roams the world, going from town to town in search of places to set up shop.

Art: X by Ultor