Werewolf Weezer
Clan:
Character description
The year is 2006, the beginnin' of the NEW YEAR was showly giving way to the start of a new and mostly anticipated season... Spring.. The days were slowly getting warmer as the sun struggled everyday to stay out later.
The world is full of chaos, and hate crime is everywhere. War and famine have outstreched their fingures to reach the four corners of the world. Governmets have not only turned against each other but they have stopped listening to the people that helped get their careers into the "History Books". Wisemen and High-Ranking religious figures preach to their followers, and the rest of society that we are living in the "FINAL HOURS" of mankind as we know it.
For me these are insignifigent worries of mankind. I stand in front of my bedroom window looking out, wondering what this world has in store for me. Little did I know life for me was about to change unlike anything I ever could've imagined....
I was born in the year 1971, to two young loving parents. 1 1/2 years later, they were blessed again with another healthy baby. I was raised in a small town that was starting the industrial growth that will eventually put it on the map. As a child, I can remember carefree days spent running outside in the sun's warm rays. As I got older, I spent more time away from the house then in it. Times were great for the four of us.
The turning of my sixteenth birthday came and went, and with it, bags packed I left my family and venture into the world of the unknown. For six long years I walked the earth lost, confused, and causing as much trouble as I could find. Full of hate and scared for the "uncertainies" of my beening here I tried turning to different forms of religion, hoping to find the answers to questions that kept haunting my dreams. All this did was anger my soul even more. I knew what had to be done. With my newly aquired pocessions yet packed again, the day came for me to finally the city I've come to call "Home".
I travelled west, my destination, a small little town that had been thriving over 100 years off the land that it slowly took pocession of. Little did I know it at the time but this was my destiny. I was twenty-five years old when i arrived. I was able to find a job fast, and it wasn't long before I was again on my feet.
The townspeople, they were an unwelcoming group of people suspicious and untrusting of any newcomers. With their"BETTER THEN YOU" attitudes, I was forced to slowly become a loner. For seven years I was forced to except the whispering from one's mouth, to the other's ear. This just made me even angrier then before. God, how i prayed for some form of "JUSTICE". I would go to work, put in my time that was required of me, and then come home. There, locked in my room for hours, I would get intoxicated wishing so desperately to give back to the world what it gave me. Depression and hate, were my only true friends. Night after night, this was the life I had made for myself. Unknown at the time, there was a storm heading staight for me. Unlike any storm I've had to spiritaully walk through, and as unprepared as I was, it had landed. The storm.. I had caught the attention of an uneathly visitor.
March 2006, two weeks before the full moon was schedueled to grace mankind. I was sitting in my room getting intoxicated, when the storm rolled into my room. Standing there, not even eight feet away from me, was my soon to be "Creator". Unannounced, he stood there watching me. As for how long, I could now tell you. An uneasy feeling was creeping over me fast. I felt as if something was reaching deep within my soul, reading every little thought there was on my mind. Every dream I dreamt seemed to flash infront of my eyes, then abruptly it stopped. At that exact second, the name "MAxximus Avalon", will forever be burnt on my brain. I jumped out of my chair and turned to look over my shoulder. Two red eyes gazed staight into my soul. Terrified, i watched as this figure swiftly came to stand infront of me. There was nothing I could do, even if I wanted to, I found myself frozen stiff from the fear of what i was witnessing.
"I will help you find the answers to the questions in which you wished answered, but there is something I first must do". I could hear the words beening spoken within my head, and with every word it brought extreme pain on my brain. So painful was it, I dropped onto my knee's and clanched my skull between my hands. Eyes wide opened, I watched as the figure dropped to the floor, and start tramsforming into a dark and hairy animal. Within seconds, the convultions stopped. Right there in front of me, eye to eye, was something "MYTHS and LEGENDS" warn us about. With lightening fast speed, the werewolf had both hands wrapped tight around my torso. Lifting me into the air liked i weighted nothing, MAXXIMUS AVALON, sank his teeth deep into my shoulder. For the second time this night, I found myself in extreme pain. Hitting the floor hard, MAXXIMUS backed away from me slowly, as if proud in his doings.
I laid there bleeding to death, or so i thought. I could feel the warm blood escaping me from the wound.
The world is full of chaos, and hate crime is everywhere. War and famine have outstreched their fingures to reach the four corners of the world. Governmets have not only turned against each other but they have stopped listening to the people that helped get their careers into the "History Books". Wisemen and High-Ranking religious figures preach to their followers, and the rest of society that we are living in the "FINAL HOURS" of mankind as we know it.
For me these are insignifigent worries of mankind. I stand in front of my bedroom window looking out, wondering what this world has in store for me. Little did I know life for me was about to change unlike anything I ever could've imagined....
I was born in the year 1971, to two young loving parents. 1 1/2 years later, they were blessed again with another healthy baby. I was raised in a small town that was starting the industrial growth that will eventually put it on the map. As a child, I can remember carefree days spent running outside in the sun's warm rays. As I got older, I spent more time away from the house then in it. Times were great for the four of us.
The turning of my sixteenth birthday came and went, and with it, bags packed I left my family and venture into the world of the unknown. For six long years I walked the earth lost, confused, and causing as much trouble as I could find. Full of hate and scared for the "uncertainies" of my beening here I tried turning to different forms of religion, hoping to find the answers to questions that kept haunting my dreams. All this did was anger my soul even more. I knew what had to be done. With my newly aquired pocessions yet packed again, the day came for me to finally the city I've come to call "Home".
I travelled west, my destination, a small little town that had been thriving over 100 years off the land that it slowly took pocession of. Little did I know it at the time but this was my destiny. I was twenty-five years old when i arrived. I was able to find a job fast, and it wasn't long before I was again on my feet.
The townspeople, they were an unwelcoming group of people suspicious and untrusting of any newcomers. With their"BETTER THEN YOU" attitudes, I was forced to slowly become a loner. For seven years I was forced to except the whispering from one's mouth, to the other's ear. This just made me even angrier then before. God, how i prayed for some form of "JUSTICE". I would go to work, put in my time that was required of me, and then come home. There, locked in my room for hours, I would get intoxicated wishing so desperately to give back to the world what it gave me. Depression and hate, were my only true friends. Night after night, this was the life I had made for myself. Unknown at the time, there was a storm heading staight for me. Unlike any storm I've had to spiritaully walk through, and as unprepared as I was, it had landed. The storm.. I had caught the attention of an uneathly visitor.
March 2006, two weeks before the full moon was schedueled to grace mankind. I was sitting in my room getting intoxicated, when the storm rolled into my room. Standing there, not even eight feet away from me, was my soon to be "Creator". Unannounced, he stood there watching me. As for how long, I could now tell you. An uneasy feeling was creeping over me fast. I felt as if something was reaching deep within my soul, reading every little thought there was on my mind. Every dream I dreamt seemed to flash infront of my eyes, then abruptly it stopped. At that exact second, the name "MAxximus Avalon", will forever be burnt on my brain. I jumped out of my chair and turned to look over my shoulder. Two red eyes gazed staight into my soul. Terrified, i watched as this figure swiftly came to stand infront of me. There was nothing I could do, even if I wanted to, I found myself frozen stiff from the fear of what i was witnessing.
"I will help you find the answers to the questions in which you wished answered, but there is something I first must do". I could hear the words beening spoken within my head, and with every word it brought extreme pain on my brain. So painful was it, I dropped onto my knee's and clanched my skull between my hands. Eyes wide opened, I watched as the figure dropped to the floor, and start tramsforming into a dark and hairy animal. Within seconds, the convultions stopped. Right there in front of me, eye to eye, was something "MYTHS and LEGENDS" warn us about. With lightening fast speed, the werewolf had both hands wrapped tight around my torso. Lifting me into the air liked i weighted nothing, MAXXIMUS AVALON, sank his teeth deep into my shoulder. For the second time this night, I found myself in extreme pain. Hitting the floor hard, MAXXIMUS backed away from me slowly, as if proud in his doings.
I laid there bleeding to death, or so i thought. I could feel the warm blood escaping me from the wound.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 105,323.41 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 15 |
| Fights: | 1563 |
| Victories: | 670 |
| Defeats: | 893 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 35,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 39,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 84035.94 |
| Damage from enemies: | 261158.16 |
The attributes of Weezer:
| Character level: | Level 27 |
| Strength: |    (42) |
| Defence: | (40) |
| Agility: | (41) |
| Stamina: | (41) |
| Dexterity: | (38) |
| Experience: |   (3695|3645) |
The ancestral site statistics of Weezer
| Attempted challenges: | 2 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 2 |
The sentinel of Weezer
| Sentinel breed: | Apocalyptic wolfhound |
| Sentinel name: | Apocalyptic wolfhound |
| Attack: | (25) |
| Defence: | (22) |
| Stamina: | (25) |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | 31-40 Years |
| Hometown: | Clinton, Ontario/ Canada |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | sampaidawgr |
| Yahoo Messenger: | sampai_dawgr |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Weezer has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Weezer has created 4 Werewolves so far:
| delilahsnemisis | Level 27 | Loot 108706.94 kgs of flesh |
| tearwolf | Level 22 | Loot 69594.8 kgs of flesh |
| Sheba | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |
| beynen | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |