Name:
Aaron Forecrown
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Aaron is a young man that isn't too tall, standing at 5'9" some would say he's a little short. He has an average build for someone who grew up hunting and training with the bow and cutting animals; that is to say his shoulders are wide, his arms are rather big, although his right is somewhat noticeably bigger than his left.
He has a bronze skin tone with a strong partially shaven jaw and a somewhat large ridge above his eyes. His hair is a small fro of light brown curls that reach the end of his neck.
Skills:
Hunting, tracking, gutting, use of the bow and arrow, use of a dagger or a small knife.
History:
Aaron grew up in one of the settlements close to the Everautumn forest, and most of his nights as a child were spent looking out the window into the infinitely dark abyss that was beyond its treeline. That was until his father started taking him out with him in his hunting trips.
Every boy had heard of the stories and the horrors that lay beyond, they knew that the dark creatures within would often come out and attack their settlements, killing dozens and scores despite the slayers' efforts. And although there was a sort of grim curiosity in a boy such as him, he recalls the day of his first trip into the Everautumn.
His friends, like all young boys, teased him, telling him that they would miss him and that no one would bother looking for his corpse. As one would imagine, it didn't help with his confidence at all. It was a summer morning, the grass smelled fresh, the day's warmth was enough to put a smile on anyone's face.
But not him. Aaron was pale and shivering like a pup brought out of freezing water. His father was having none of it, alas, and so he was taken by force into the woods albeit rather close to his father. It was also on that day that he learned not to fear the Everautumn.
An important lesson his father taught him on that first trip was to never go beyond the sight of the treeline. Game feared the lycans far more than men, which made hunting far less of a risk. Another lesson on that first day was to always be mindful of the woods' sound; once the birds stopped chirping and the leaves stopped rustling was the moment to make a run for it.
Several years passed after that first hunting trip, and as the years went by Aaron learned how to track, trap, and gut animals. Along with other skills with the bow to shoot larger game when they happened to come near the treeline. However, Aaron was folly and susceptible to the many of the traps of youth; one of them being an over bloated ego, partially flared by his own group of friends that saw him as a sort of fearless idol for going into the Everautumn so casually, and partially because he became comfortable in the woods, believing that the Slayers would keep the lycans away, and that should they stray too far towards him he had enough skill to take care of them alone.
Alas, it was on an unfortunate day that his friends goaded him into going deeper than his father allowed. Believing himself to be up to the challenge, he strode into the woods with a hunting bow and a score of arrows in his quiver, tied to his hip and strode deep and deeper still until he crested a low mound that sloped down into a bank of a fast running stream.
The world then fell into silence.
His own heart sounded like frantic drum beats in the silence, so fraught with a pressure of immense dread it threatened to crush his bones to sand. Then he ran.
Despite all his bravado, his egotistical remarks to his friends, and all his boasting, his fear of death and the unknown horrors that was the lycanthropes made him flee with sheer terror. Added to that was the sound of padded feat thumping into the earth behind him, the exaggerated huffing of a massive beast as it exerted itself into a run, enjoying the thrill of the chase. It was fortunate -- or not -- that Aaron ran into his father.
He would later wish that he had not been so careless, so childish. The regret he felt from that day was a wound ever-bleeding. He tried living in the settlement, but found the forest too painful a sight to look at and so moved further inland, hunting prairie game for meager profits.
But even that he soon gave up. Depressed and distraught, a friend suggested that he would serve his father's memory by joining the Slayers. It was an idea that struck fear into Aaron's heart, for he experienced a lycan attack, and was almost killed. But after several days of consideration, he decided that it was the best choice for him and journeyed to Roseview to attend the festival.
Other:
Aaron loves pecan pie with apple cider.