Werewolf Chakor Lunge
Character description
It was a lonely night, when I was born. However, not as a human but as a beast known and feared all over the world. I was born a ‘Mai-Coh’, to the Navajo Indians; as a ‘Varulv’ in Norway; ‘Obaraten’, as they say in Russia; and have been called a ‘Layak’ in my travels in Bali. As my caretaker explained, I had become a werewolf.
My ‘turning’ was typical. A werewolf hungry… werewolf eats… werewolf turns victim into werewolf. My creator was my caretaker and I was the victim. It was only the situation in which was different. Usually the victim is alert and awake when a werewolf tears into their flesh (if only for a second before their spirit leaves), unlike a vampire’s whose bite is described as pin pricks when compared to our jaws. However, I was asleep and unconscious. A vegetable lying in a hospital bed. And because so, I don’t have any recollection of my human life – where I came from, who my parents where, how checked into a hospital. And as a young ‘wolf, this disturbed me for the longest time.
“Fortune never smiled upon you.” As my caretaker, named Doctor Aleull, told me in a curt reply when I had probed him about my past. He flipped through a medical clipboard to busy himself while talking. “Your medical files where lost, and the clip board at the foot of your bed was drenched in so much blood it became illegible.”
‘Why me?’ I wanted to ask, ‘Why did you bite me?’ but I knew asking such a question would only give me an answer dipped in poison. I am grateful towards Doctor, though. After I became a ‘wolf, he acknowledged me as vulnerable and decided to support me in his estate. Also, if I wasn’t turned ‘wolf, I would most likely still be lying in a hospital bed wasting my days till I withered away. At least now, I can live again. Even though it wasn’t the life I was originally given.
When I took my first breath as a werewolf, I coughed and gagged as I pulled the plastic tubes out of my throat. I remember the dull pain that surrounded my lungs as I withdrew that incredibly large first breath after all the shallow breaths I took during my unconsciousness. I recall my lightheadedness from the blood loss that when unfogged revealed the brightest, distinct clarity that could only be achieved by a werewolf’s bite.
Seven years have gone by since I’ve come to stay at the Aleull estate, an overly large mansion situated on a countryside. Despite their scornful nature, they’ve allowed me to become stronger, learn the customs common to a werewolf, and even travel. All the while putting up with the Aleull’s only child: London. She terrorizes the birds; in fact, there is no bird in a five-mile radius of the house because they fear her ‘Grand, Royal, and Pain-in-the-ass Highness’. Like her seldom-seen mother, she has a nasty attitude that demands obedience or else. However I thank God that she’s still small and easy to lock away in the laundry room, with the high doorknob.
My ‘turning’ was typical. A werewolf hungry… werewolf eats… werewolf turns victim into werewolf. My creator was my caretaker and I was the victim. It was only the situation in which was different. Usually the victim is alert and awake when a werewolf tears into their flesh (if only for a second before their spirit leaves), unlike a vampire’s whose bite is described as pin pricks when compared to our jaws. However, I was asleep and unconscious. A vegetable lying in a hospital bed. And because so, I don’t have any recollection of my human life – where I came from, who my parents where, how checked into a hospital. And as a young ‘wolf, this disturbed me for the longest time.
“Fortune never smiled upon you.” As my caretaker, named Doctor Aleull, told me in a curt reply when I had probed him about my past. He flipped through a medical clipboard to busy himself while talking. “Your medical files where lost, and the clip board at the foot of your bed was drenched in so much blood it became illegible.”
‘Why me?’ I wanted to ask, ‘Why did you bite me?’ but I knew asking such a question would only give me an answer dipped in poison. I am grateful towards Doctor, though. After I became a ‘wolf, he acknowledged me as vulnerable and decided to support me in his estate. Also, if I wasn’t turned ‘wolf, I would most likely still be lying in a hospital bed wasting my days till I withered away. At least now, I can live again. Even though it wasn’t the life I was originally given.
When I took my first breath as a werewolf, I coughed and gagged as I pulled the plastic tubes out of my throat. I remember the dull pain that surrounded my lungs as I withdrew that incredibly large first breath after all the shallow breaths I took during my unconsciousness. I recall my lightheadedness from the blood loss that when unfogged revealed the brightest, distinct clarity that could only be achieved by a werewolf’s bite.
Seven years have gone by since I’ve come to stay at the Aleull estate, an overly large mansion situated on a countryside. Despite their scornful nature, they’ve allowed me to become stronger, learn the customs common to a werewolf, and even travel. All the while putting up with the Aleull’s only child: London. She terrorizes the birds; in fact, there is no bird in a five-mile radius of the house because they fear her ‘Grand, Royal, and Pain-in-the-ass Highness’. Like her seldom-seen mother, she has a nasty attitude that demands obedience or else. However I thank God that she’s still small and easy to lock away in the laundry room, with the high doorknob.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 158.10 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 0 |
| Fights: | 25 |
| Victories: | 11 |
| Defeats: | 14 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 356.88 |
| Damage from enemies: | 1360.91 |
The attributes of Chakor Lunge:
| Character level: | Level 3 |
| Strength: |    (9) |
| Defence: | (9) |
| Agility: | (9) |
| Stamina: | (9) |
| Dexterity: | (9) |
| Experience: |   (29|45) |
The ancestral site statistics of Chakor Lunge
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | < 15 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Chakor Lunge has not yet achieved a special arena rank.