Name: Valta Atlas
Age: 17
Class:Spirit mage[werewolf]
Occupation: Exorcist; Rouge(petty theif)
Description:
Wirey; Valta looks somewhat althaletic; something like a runner-type...a odd triat in a mage, as most are physicaly weak and sometimes out of shape. Valta's encounters with pain and suffering have givening him suprising resiliance-he gets up from supposedly un-get-up-able assults; his wiry build isn't as frail as it looks. He has silver hair that hangs in his eyes at times, and is generally in a loose, unstyled formation. On the left side, he has a long Braid right where his bangs meet his sideburns; it hangs about to the base of his neck and his held with a Silver ring. His eyes are a deep emerald; sea green and posses a intensity that makes even grown men shiver...that, and they can sometimes glow a brighter, spooky green and add to his already unearthly look.
His face usually has either a amused, thoughful, or vengefull look on it...as those are his common moods.
He wears a Long, layered, dark green cloak and cowl-he puts the Hood up on full moon nights to aviod unwanted tranformations. It is somewhat tattered, and can mask most of his face in shadow when the hood's up. It reaches to the floor, and can evelope him fully when drawn around him. It's fastened around his neck with a silver coin-like disk witha wolf's face engraved on it. His torso is protected by a black under-shirt like garment that has long sleeves with a blue, thornly pattern running down both arms. Worn over this is a light, lunar blue tunic/vest that covers his main body and is insulated to allow suprising cold resitance.
His left hand is covered all the way up to the elbow by a intricately carevd Guantlet of solid rock-the fingers are jointed seamlessly and look almost skeletal. They are sharp at the tip and can claw opponents. This "glove" is retianed after transformation-it's enchanted to enable it to change shape to fit a wolf's forepaw.
A dark Red sash serves as a belt, and it has a extra length hangs down to the ground from the back middle of his waist.
His pants are slate grey, and have iron rings hanging off of them at intrevals on short cloth straps-magic objects that ring with a high pitch when ghosts or spirits are near.
Both feet are covered by durable, well-worn and often muddy traveller's boots.
Valta stands at 5'9" and weighs 140 lbs.
His wolf form is a full wolf as opposed to most werewolves, and it has distictive silver fur and green eyes; as well as a stone "glove" over it's left forepaw, now shaped like a paw instead of a hand.
This form is still semi-feral, and retains it's curse-transferring bite.
Background: A Child born with unusually high intelligence; but it was oddly angled-Valta was, from the moment he could talk, restless and craving knowledge and answers to his questions. Curious, valta was given to quick, sudden movements both mentally and physically. If he desired something; he would set about going after it one way or another, seeking his answers like water and air.

Regretably, he lacks one of the greatest answers of all-his proper parents's names. This is tied in closely to a cruel twist of fate-as his adoptive parents discovered. Permenently etched on Valta's back is a set of blue-black, ancient looking lines that form a glyph of two dark wings; a mythological afliction called "The wings of the Reaper"-a sign of great destiny; but at a horrible cost-pain would be the price for power.
This is likely why he was left as a child by a pathside, under a willow tree as night fell-he has come to believe he was left becuase his parents didn't want to face his curse, and possibly be victims of it. Valta was found by a caravan of traveling spell-book merchants; a mix between normal merchants and mages who demonstrated the usefullness of the wares being sold. A pair of them found Valta, and brought him with them. Shortly after, the Reaper's Wings were uncovered, but the pair who became Valta's "parents" ignored this curse, saying that if it claimed them, then they would be aiding something momentous in coming about...
As they discovered valta's gift/ quirks, it was also uncovered that He could learn Magic, quite profiently. His mother and father began to teach him from a young age; and he soon progressed into a able Spirit mage, travelling about Forcia with the Caravan.
However, the Reaper's wings curse wasn't to denied; it was through this that Valta's life began chapter two; at the age of 12....
Able to use mid-level spells; Valta pleased his magic-using parents as he grew in skill, slowly, each day.
Untill distaster struck with mercilless vengence.
Bandits attacked; and through a strange twist of fate, the skirmish developed into a flat-out battle that left almost every combatant dead....except Valta.
Standing there, in the twighlight; a bloodstained spellbook in one hand, his parents, everyone gone....
At that point, Valta's back burned; the image of wings growing hot and painfull.
As it passed, Valta was left with a scene of carnage and destruction, and lost and alone...in Noaliase. Hours passed, the moon rose. And still no village in sight as he walked past tree after tree; heading back through the forest path in a vian search for shelter.
Desperate; Valta made the mistake of Trust-when a pretty girl in blue-white cloths appeared, Valta didn't think clearly about the strangeness of her appearance, or her stumbling, unrefined speech. She promised to elad him to a Village, and took him on a "shortcut" down a old side-path.
The Girl...proved to be a wolfwere.
Luring Valta to a distant dead-end, The exhuasted Spirit mage was suddenly surrounded by a dozen growling wolves...Betrayed to die.
Valta's anger overflowed, his sorrow, greif and shock burning like a candle. Tapping into the one resource left to him, Valta reached for the souls of those who had be killed at the spot before him, drawing in power and releasing it in a hour of violence and constant struggles to live.
Ultimately; Valta won, and lived to walk away from the now lifeless girl, and a dozen dead wolves...but he was bitten.
That year changed Valta...his innocence harned and fused into dark conviction; he became more introverted, silent, transformed by the Curse he was destined to bear-the Wing had struck their blow.
But as promised....Power came to the newly formed Werewolf. His inner, burning desire for revenge agiast the already-dead bandits became a solid desire for revenge...agiast anything
and it found it's mark when he discovered that the "bandits" where in fact soldiers-the time the Caravan had been sluaghtered was when Audris Corine had taken power in Vaine County....the Caravan had been targeted because they were know favorites of the old royal court whenever spellbooks or magic artifacts were needed.
This knowlegde brought Valta into reality agian; and the third part of his life started...

A somewhat bitter, resolute Young man with a passion for wandering, Valta set about living with his Werewolf curse. Rather than try and fight it, as most magic users would, valta used his knowledge of Darker magics to fashion his Stone guanlet; a amplifier for the werewolf condition. Accerating it, Valta caused himself to change fully into a silver wolf when the moon roose, rather than a crazed half-beast.
Valta also became devoutly regious; sending his Favor to Vendis and silent Kosuak-As the No-Gods decree shook the land, Valta realized that favor with those who held sway over death and revenge would be well advised, both from the results of the Godhunters and becuase of his occupation.
Valta finnaly became a wandering rouge with a somewhat unnerving manner; Valta gained skill at using his class to play on people's nerves and fears. His nature is somewhat icy or hot-headed, depending on the scenario. He often uses his skill to pull sometimes cruel jokes and often uses jest and humor to keep himslef lucid; but gets dead serious when fighting. Some ahve said he ahs a almost charming aspect in his rougist nature, but every girl that has ever taken a shine to him has ultimately be dissapointed as they could never get him to stay in their village. Valta is also somewhat calm in the fact that he know realizes teh loss of those he cared for and the werewolf curse where part of the curse/blessing he was meant to bear-and now, that promise says he must become one possesed of a great purpose....
Valta wonders about, seeking phantoms, undead...all manner of spirits to fuel his desires and goals. His earlier bitterness and dark nature has been effectively masked with humor and a false pattern of behavior, but times of stress can make it show up agian....
County of Origin:Seeshir country
Other: Has one standard Weapon, A long, gleaming silver dagger with the word
"Wythen" etched on it; a ancient toungue for "weaving". The grip is grey steel and polished black leather. Part of the blade is serrated; and Valta uses it more for spells and capturing spirits that for fighting...though he is quite good with it.