[center][h1][color=8882be]Einar Erikson Bane[/color][/h1][/center]


[color=8882be]"THOSE DAMNED OSKILGETINN!"[/color] Einar bellowed as he stormed through the Bane family house. His voice echoing loudly through the halls as he made his way to his private rooms up the stairs. The guests and family members who were present stood in silence as he raged past them all. They all knew about Einar's rage and it was best to stay away from him when he was in such a state. Especially when he started cursing in old nordic. [color=8882be]"THOSE HRAFNASUELTIR! WHERE DO THEY GET THE BALLS TO KILL MY FAMILY!"[/color] Einar continued, knocking over one of the guests who didn't move out of his way fast enough. 

It was just a few days ago that the head of the Bane family had been murdered, and now his successors were dead too. Einar had just returned from a failed attempt at hunting down the bastards who had done this. He was more than a little angry and it would be a while before he calmed down enough to be talked to. Most of the family couldn't even remember the last time Einar had been so furious. For a long time now he had been kept inside the house so as to avoid any problems with the Capers. So he had been in relatively good moods for most of the time. To see him so infuriated was enough to scare even fellow werewolves out of their skin. 

Finally Einar reached his room where proceeded to kick the doors off the hinges, shattering them into thousands of shards and splinters. He then went about destroying most of his furniture, including his bed, while screaming rage induced nordic profanity. Only calming down a bit after a couple of hours when he realized that he had no more furniture left in his room. So, with a panting breath he stomped over to a cabinet that he had left untouched and grabbed a large bottle of liquor. Drinking half of the bottle in one go before collapsing to his knees, in the center of all the wreckage, and let out a loud tortured scream like a wounded wolf.