Name: Skoll Varden
Personality traits: Dreamy, logical but sometimes impulsive, cheerful
Born to a small village in one the northern kindgdom, Skoll was the only son of the local shaman who as tradition dictated taught him his spiritual ways, how to commune with the spiritual world and use this connection to heal the diseased and provide the people guidance. He could have lived his life following this path and taking his father’s place after he got too old, but fortune had decided otherwise: the small northern kingdom was knowing a period of political difficulties and the king’s power had diminished enough that law enforcement had become all but inexistent outside of the capital and groups of bandit and other low-life where taking advantage of the situation to raid defenseless villages. Skoll’s town had had a few encounters with such groups but had managed to keep them at bay, and thought itself safe until they where attacked by an unexpected foe: a raider party composed of dark mages. The armed men of the village that defended it were swept away by the powers of the attackers, and it appeared clear that they wouldn’t be stopped by conventional means. Unable to let the people he grew alongside with get robbed and murdered, Skoll forsook the teaching he received and used his connection to the spiritual realm as a weapon, harnessing the powerful magic to strike back. He was successful in protecting the town, but the encounter shook him profoundly, and harboring a newfound power he decided to leave the only town he had ever known to see the world and try has well as he could to alleviate the suffering caused by the misuse of magic whenever he encountered it.
The call of battle
There was still cries of terrors in the background as the twisted magi made their way trough the village. Skoll tried his best not to listen to them, trying to clear his mind enough to find the spirit realm. He wiped the dusty tears that ran through his face, and started chanting in front of the carved stone altar, but he just couldn’t concentrate enough. He had seen the men of the village engage the bandits in the distance, as they had many times before; he had felt his heart freeze in terror when they where tossed aside by arcane lightning like they were nothing and he had heard the terrified screams when the same dark spells where used to carve a path in the village. He shook his head and took a deep breath, reaching again with his mind. This time he felt the familiar sensation of the contact with the spirit world, as his vision blurred and filled with dancing lights. Staying focused on maintaining the connection, he let the terror and desperation he had felt rush in again, using those emotions as a distress beacon of sorts in the spiritual dimension. For some time nothing happened, then suddenly the lights that clouded his vision started rapidly moving and one of them shot toward him, blinding him completely. His sight quickly returned to reveal an surreal and endless forest, and in front of him as made of an eerie mix of mist and flames stood the silhouette of a gigantic wolf.
“So you want to fight little human?” a thundering voice shouted in his mind
"Yes ! I cannot let those I love be hurt like this, but I’m powerless against their magic. I want the strength to fight back!" he replied, waiting a moment for a response before adding "I know this is not something I should do with this power but…“
He was interrupted by a strange growling sound, which he could swear was the creature trying to laugh
"Not what you should do… As if there was such a thing. I had been a long time since I have seen a human here willing to fight. I can give you the power you seek, but it won’t be easy. There will be consequences, and if you do this, there are no coming back.”
“I ready to do anything it takes… Please help me”
"As you wish little human, as you wish…"
The vision of the forest dissipated and for a moment he was just alone in front of the altar then blue light shone brightly around him and he let out a scream of agonizing pain as the light engulfed him, his body feeling like it was burning from the inside, and his quickly blacked out.
After what seemed like an eternity but had only been mere minutes he awoke in the center of a charred circle where the altar stood. Standing up, he felt a strange sensation on the side of his head, and turning to the reflective metal plate that decorated one of the walls he found that from his messy dark hairs where peaking large furry wolf ears replacing the round human ones he had known all his life. His brown eyes were now also an unnaturally shiny shade blue; and most importantly he felt something completely new, an almost intoxicating sensation: the feeling of power. Abandoning himself to it, he was suddenly surrounded by a blue misty glow, and started walking toward the screams on the outside, knowing that this time, he would be able to make a difference.