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    Man-Wolf... The Harrowing of Winters Night


    Long ago when the world was cold and darkness caressed the frozen lands of Hyperborea, there emerged a fierce peoples whose brutal legacy would be passed down over the ages where they became known as the Norsemen. Pushed north by greater powers to the south, which murdered and butchered their way north, the Norsemen would grow tall and strong to survive the Harrowing of Winter knowing only two seasons... a lighter half of warmth where life became more plentiful, and a darker half of cold and famine. They were a warrior peoples fighting everyday as if it might be their last preparing, as best they might, to survive the dark half of the year where the weak might be sacrificed to unseen gods to justify murdering those they did not possess enough food to provide for. In a single year, they might sacrifice all the elderly and those too feeble due to injury or being newly born just for the survival of the most fit among them. They were a brutal, cruel people made what they were by lives no different than forging iron into weapons of steel and they would often raid lands to the south knowing they could not follow as should they follow in pursuit into the frozen north... they would never be seen again! During the year, the Norsemen would raid south taking what they could from the more settled peoples often dressed in the skins of bears, wolves and other creatures of the north representing their tribes and their place within each tribe. As the Summer came to an end, these peoples gathered in the last of their harvests in preparation for the annual Festival of Samhain as they began bringing in the herds which had been raised for slaughter to be butchered for their meat as the "darker half" of the year was now upon them. The strongest of these northern tribes were the Asga'ard, a fierce peoples who worshiped death and war knowing nothing of mercy save that it was for the weak... and the weak were good only as sacrifice to the gods. Further south existed the kingdom of the Vanir, a peoples of knowledge and prosperity which the Asga'ard eyed hungrily unleashing a series of war against the Vanir. Ending in triumph for the Asga'ard, all Vanir viewed as weak or unworthy would be sacrificed while those who had fought bravely would be intermarried with the Asga'ard to rebuild their own numbers lost during the wars. From them would come other peoples like the ancient Celts and the Germanic tribes, peoples who would continue the ancient ways of their ancestors who had themselves been conquered and absorbed into the Asga'ard before they too passed into the mists of time as little more than mythology.

    As these peoples gathered in their harvests in preparation for the end of Summer, the beasts they had raised would be brought to a place of slaughter surrounded by raging bonfires where they often tossed the bones of their slaughtered animals. During years when harvests were bad, they might offer up whole animals invoking the gods for protection against the coming darkness when the boundaries separating the realm of the living from that of the dead... and then they made sacrifice of themselves to remove those deemed unfit so that the strong might survive. The Festival of Samhain was thus, a time of great fear and dread for those who knew they might be sacrificed if they did not take their chances in exile or incite conflict where they might assure their survival by killing another proving stronger than a more fit adversary. The Harrowing of Winter was the time of Samhain, a personification of death whose cold embrace could claim entire villages or wipe out all the wild game and surviving livestock so that he came to represent all the evils of the darker half of the year. It came to pass that one came among them who proved himself a hero taking on a series of quests through which the gods he worshiped granted him the means with which to defeat Samhain, to summon it forth imprisoned as a living entity and anything which lives... can be killed! Of all the warriors who set out to face Samhain, only he alone would survive wielding an enchanted sword with a bleeding red rose entwined about it's hilt. Thrusting the blade into the elemental being time and time again, the warrior came to believe he had been abandoned by the gods seething with rage at their apparent betrayal sending him on an impossible quest that had cost him everything he possessed. It was then that a spirit approached him to speak on the gods behalf telling him to use the weapon not as a sword, but as a key with which he could banish Samhain to another world from which he would never return. As the warrior fell to his knees, his body torn and withering as the life ebbed from him, he could only wonder at what reward the gods had given him to justify all which he had sacrificed. His mind now looked inward in what he thought was his life playing out before him because he could feel the embrace of death clutching at his heart even as she whispered softly into his ear to surrender himself as only Mistress Death might do. But at the moment he willed himself to surrender unto her, he found himself bombarded by memories not his own until he once more felt himself fall from his mothers womb as she was carried away screaming as she desperately reached out for him while he was dragged after her still connected by his birth cord.

    He once again felt the hellhound which had snatched him away to make a feast of him breaking his cord and ripping his flesh with her sharp teeth. As the creature prepared to devour him, something within her gave her pause to have pity on the boy sensing something within him which instead brought out her protective, motherly instincts guarding him against any who might do him harm. Taking on human form, the hellhound returned to the village with the child wielding a found sword against the very demons which had sought the tribes destruction on this, the first day of Samhain. She would remain with the tribe where she took a human husband even as she nursed and cared for her stolen child making him her own. While she would never speak, the she wolf made symbols in the dirt taken to mean he was the son of the moon god Máni until the boy himself was old enough to speak his name U Sakar after a foreign moon god named Sin whose markings were upon his mothers body. From the first time he held a sword, it was as if the weapon and the boy were as one and it was not long before he killed his first man, a stranger selling slaves whose head soon adorned a pole outside his hut. As he grew into manhood, the bones and weapons of many others would adorn his dwelling as anyone trying to harm his people became trophies as a warning to others. Unlike the light skinned, blue eyed Norsemen, U Sakar was darker skinned with auburn hair and deep piercing eyes filled with hate. He possessed a lust for blood and possessed a berserker rage when battle was upon him killing a dozen men before they even saw the blade which delivered them in to the awaiting maw of death. Yet for all his skill in battle and his bravery, not even U Sakar could defeat an army on his own and when a warlord named Harran came into the valley of his peoples... only those bravest among the warrior elite would remain to fight while the rest withdrew to find safety for the women and children. The she wolf who had preserved his life had long since departed having been reclaimed by her master, but she had left her mark upon him and now... it would emerge for the first time from within him as he became transformed, in battle, into a powerful werewolf ripping through the enemy with tooth and claw. Although he was no mere brainless brute, the blood lust was upon him and he had forgotten the massive battle ax upon his back until the enemy's numbers grew so great he needed something more to cut through them like a farmer cutting wheat with a scythe. In the end, sheer numbers worked against him as not only did he face mortals but creatures akin to lizards drooling poisonous filth from their mouths and the monstrous beasts their master had created for them which no mortal had ever seen!
    • Real Name ~ U Sakar
    • Date of Birth ~ August 1rst, 692 BC /// Place of Birth ~ Entara
    • Race / Ethnicity ~ Caucasian /// Gender Male
    • Hair ~ auburn Eyes ~ hazel Height ~ 6ft 7in Body Type ~ Toned / Muscular
    • Classification ~ Paranormal /// Legal Status ~ Fugitive Wanted For Murder
    • Relatives ~ Unknown
    • Marital Status ~ Widowed /// Children ~ Yes, Unknown
    • Occupation ~ Mercenary / Vigilante
    • Strength Level ~ Class 7 Superhuman /// Endurance ~ Class 8 Superhuman
    • Known Aliases ~ Blood Wolf, Brennus, Laran, Bran the Blackhearted, Viriathus, Loup de la mort, /// Citizenship ~ Multinational
    • Group Affiliation ~ Unforgiven



    As the great man beast finally succumbed to his injuries, he could hear his enemies moving onward even as silence overcame his senses and the Choosers of the Slain then came for him on behalf of the Mórrígan and the great god Wōden. But claiming U Sakar's soul would not be so easy as he arose from his body ready for one last battle as no one held claim upon his soul except for himself. Several of the wælcyrian (valkyrie, sorceress) who came for him found themselves defeated even when they unleashed their sorcery upon him as something about this warriors soul withstood their every assault. Only when the battle maiden Swanhild stood down before him offering herself as his bride should he surrender himself to her did U Sakar finally become calmed by her beauty speaking to her as a man rather than the raging beast he had til then been. With only a look shared between them, an agreement went unspoken as she gave him a torq which was formed by sorcery from the identical torq around her own neck and dropped a red silken cloth soaked with her own blood at his feet. As she mounted the magnificent beast which served as her companion, the large wolf tapped the ground several times summoning forth spirits of long dead wolves to merge and rekindle the life energies within his flesh. Rising forth to reclaim the spirit which was his alone to possess, U Sakar gathered up enchanted weapons the wælcyrians left on the battlefield while using the cloth Swanhild dropped before him to wrap an enchanted dagger to the hilt of his broken battle ax and reforged it as an even more powerful weapon. Looking about himself, he saw the spirit of a lone surviving wolf which disappeared into a pile of corpses moments before a beautiful black stallion crashed forth from beneath them walking over to U Sakar who understood that it was time to give pursuit after those who had left him for dead. Arriving too late to save them, a lone girl of marrying age recognized him and ran forth telling him of the horrors she had witnessed. Bidding her to mount behind him upon his steed, the oft silent warrior now swore an oath of vengeance and took upon himself a new name signifying there would be no forgiveness... for he was now Samain, the self proclaimed god of death. Aiding him would be wolves and ravens which helped Samain locate his enemies and wherever they might lead him, he would leave a path of carnage in his passing. Finding his way to the fortified capital of Harrans kingdom, he found that the one time warlord was now a powerful sorcerer whose power came from something called the Pit of Souls where the bones of those slain in his service were cast to be returned as his Lizardmen and where the remains of long dead creatures whose bones had been turned to stone might be cast to be summoned forth and unleashed in his service. But before Samain could reach him, a kidnapped princess possessing a bleeding rose tossed it into the pit causing it and everything within it's reach into another world where Samain could never reach them.

    Harran was not the only one left to taste his vengeance as there were the Lizardmen, those humans who still had the stench of his peoples blood upon their hands and then there were the "others" who had been given power as a reward for serving Harran. As he began to sense his own immortality, his vengeance became visited upon those descended from those he sought to slay, but he could be more lenient with them if the evil of the parents did not pass on to their children. He would journey to many foreign lands arriving in Egypt, China, Japan, Babylon, Assyria, Japan, Persia, India, Africa, Greece, Rome, Etruria, Carthage and countless other places always seeking out those his oath of vengeance attracted him to. But over time, his thirst for vengeance waned as he sought to destroy any monsters which might threaten the innocent as he adopted peoples after peoples as if they were his own. It was during this time in his life that he found himself face to face with Samhain, the entity for which he had renamed himself and which he had ultimately triumphed over as possibly his greatest accomplishment over a very long life not even he understood other than the possibility he might be a demi god or the curse inflicted upon him by the she wolf preserved his existence. As he began to face the memories of countless lifetimes leading up to the one now lived, he finally became self aware that he was one of the Unholy and he could sense not Mistress Death, but an evil being called the Collector of Lost Souls who sought to deceive him into willingly giving up his soul to him. Rising forth once more, the beast within once more awakened and made war with the Collector of Lost Souls causing the demon to scream in agony and flee after almost cleaving him in half. He would possess many identities over the following millennia of which several became famous over the passage of time. One of these was Brennus who had become war chief of the Gallic Senones after having ordered the sacrifice of the elder chiefs to Mor-Ríoghain and led his people to victory in the Battle of the Allia in 390 BC. He would sometimes call himself Laran after the Etruscan god of war when he felt his own gods had betrayed him or left him to whatever fate those he led might endure. Often, two armies would be destroyed rather than one emerging in triumph over the other as would be expected because his peoples chose to die in glory rather than in fear or servitude with the bloodcurdling screams of women and children joining with them in war. Another famous identity was Viriathus, an identity he adopted during the Punic Wars and continued to use as an enemy of Rome until he was betrayed by his own people who thought they had slain him. In fact, Samain feigned his death many times in order to make a fresh start and a new life for himself either because of betrayals or to prevent the suffering of those who loved him who could never understand his immortality. He had served as a mercenary, a gladiator, a huntsman, a bounty hunter, an assassin, a monster slayer and even a gunslinger as he entered the modern age, but always... it was his role as husband and father which brought him the greatest happiness, and the greatest of sorrows watching his loved ones age knowing he would one day be forced to abandon them with only memories of his existence.

    Sometime during the centuries, Samain began calling himself the Man-Wolf as the world was an ever changing place and the name sounded more fierce as it sent a message that he was the one who was unrelenting until he had completed what he set out to accomplish. Building a reputation as a bounty hunter and gunslinger in the mid 19th century, he found himself drawn to Louisiana where he fought for the Confederacy during the US Civil War. His reasoning for which side he took had nothing to do with slavery as he had always opposed it in all of it's many forms, his support for the South was because he recognized that the US federal government could not manage it's own financial affairs and was milking the slave states for resources... and those resources were generated by slave labor! After the war ended in defeat for the cause he had supported, Samain was not disappointed by defeat as the end of slavery was a noble cause no matter how it came about. But he found himself again defending the South against the North after President Lincolns assassination because those resentful for the cost of victory sought to punish the South by robbing it of it's heritage, by targeting those who could not stop the federal government from taking what they had... and for the deaths of a family he didn't know when he came upon them hanging from trees in what had been their front yard. Through the eyes of a crow, he could see what the yellow bellied blue coats had done and seeing the violated women hanging by the neck beside their children and husbands fueled his heart once more with rage. After killing the men responsible, he found himself drawn to New Orleans where he became involved in the dark arts of voodoo intermixed with a little old fashioned Celtic witchery where he found himself in the middle of a blood feud where he found himself bewitched and then cut to pieces by a Gatling Gun firing silver rounds. Only when he was dead would another step forward calling herself the She-Wolf who protected Samain from further harm as those who had killed him intended to raise him up from the grave as a mindless slave... something she would not allow even if she herself had wanted him dead. Burying him in a graveyard where none would find him, the She-Wolf departed not understanding that Man-Wolf could not truly die. Decades would pass before a group of scared children decided to take a shortcut through an abandoned graveyard on Halloween night. Hearing what sounded like digging, one of the children saw a hand push up through the earth and then a monster from hell itself emerged howling at the moon causing everyone to scatter. When Man-Wolf came to his senses, he found that he had killed the children which overwhelmed him with grief leading him on a mindless rampage. Only when a devil woman calling herself DesDaemona tracked him down would he be beaten into submission where she would convince him to join her group of Unholy warriors called the Unforgiven and atone for the wrongs he had done this night. However, he has not been forgotten by Maman Brigitte, Baron Samedi or Vodun and there's always the She-Wolf he still does not remember ever knowing although she remembers him with hate in her eyes.

    Powers & Attributes

    The Man-Wolf possesses the strength of five men as a normal human and retains many of his heightened senses to a lesser degree than in his wolf form. He has developed a fondness for firearms but still wields his glaive and various enchanted weapons / adornments collected over the centuries. He possesses a tattoo across the left side of his chest representing a wolf and various Celtic, Germanic and Native American symbols upon his back. He is well trained in many forms of martial arts and armed combat but prefers his battle ax which can cut through almost anything or even be used as a shield which doubles in size when he enters his wolf form. A self styled cowboy, Man-Wolf loves riding horses and bulls for show but can summon forth his black stallion Blackhearted at any time having become more wraith than a living creature with his burning eyes and fire coming from it's mouth. In his wolf form, Man-Wolf gains super strength where he can rip a car in half and even stop, or throw, a train with only a little effort. His claws can cut through three inches of solid steel and his hunting senses are magnified tenfold so that once he has your scent, it's almost impossible to lose him. His regenerative powers allow him to recover quickly from most injuries and silver has no effect upon him without the proper spells to weaken his spirit. He still experiences a berserker rage from time to time and he has little problem ripping someone to shreds if they bring it upon themselves. He can assume a half werewolf form where his face and features change only a little bit and while he's never been known to do this, he could possibly become a real wolf as his affection for wolves sometimes leads people to jokingly suggest he'd marry one or father a litter of pups by one. Fortunately, Man-Wolf has a strong sense of humor even if he himself rarely makes jokes... but his temper is something to avoid at all costs. His hellfire powers mimic Blackhearteds as his eyes and mouth can become alight with fire and his fur, as Man-Wolf, blazes with fire which causes anyone touching him or being touched by him can experience all the suffering they have endured or caused others to feel. His powerful battle ax can be upon his back but it can also be summoned to his hand using it's magical properties. As Man-Wolf, he tends to be larger and barrel chested while as Samain, he tends to be well toned or even "chiseled" possessing a beautiful body and face.



    Spirit Beasts ~

    All members of the Unholy / Unforgiven have spirit beasts. These are symbols and images which appear like tattoos upon their skin but are supernatural in nature. Many have multiple spirit beasts and Man-Wolf is one of these entities. The most obvious is his wolf spirit animal. The second is a horse which is somehow linked to Blackhearted. The last is more strange as he has dark, tribal tattoos of what appear to be stag horns which form along the edge of his abdominals. This leads to jokes at his expense in regard to where the rest of the stag head may be. The wolf head is very realistic as is the horse but no one knows if the stag head is the same as all he'll say is "I've been mite blessed thar' ma'am" as he likes speaking like a cowboy when trying to fit in. The role of spirit beasts tends to be a connection between the Unholy / Unforgiven and creatures the images represent either gifting them with the ability to see, hear or view memories of animals the symbols represent. In other cases, it represents their ability to shapeshift into these creatures or to create them from their bodies.


    Illustrations by Shibashake
    Three Aspects of U Sakar
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    Ok guys, listen up. I need some images done for this character to illustrate it. I want all or any of you to give this a go. I don't expect you to read the whole thing as I'm not a professional writer lol... I just do concept material. The images can be of any part of this story and if you guys get inspired, we might even use your images for a video to tell his story. Kinda doubt we'll get that many but I'll be looking for one amazing image to put permanently in the middle just above the music box. The rest can be embedded here in this topic and posted to the gallery so we have all the illustrations in one place even if only one gets chosen to permanently illustrate the story (maybe lol).

    Just remember, if you try to illustrate this, I get permission to use the images permanently but you will retain full credit and ownership of the images.

    Thanks for any consideration.


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    will toss a idea or two up in the next week or so if that time frame works for you. I like what I've read so far, considering I trace my roots back to those cold and distant lands.

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    Thanks, I try to mix as much real history with fantasy as I can in my stories. I'm not a trained writer so it can be a bit difficult to follow along with what I write at times. What I am good at is conceptual imagineering (if that doesn't exist then I made up a new profession lol) where I get the idea and then build around it with a mix of reality and fantasy. Many of my stories, like Man-Wolf here, are actually material within a larger story. In this case, we have a warrior, a barbarian, a werewolf, a monster slayer and ultimately he is an immortal with a huge backstory that can be revealed over time.


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    quick question..Should I post my idea/test images in gallery or would you rather a more private preview?

    thanks

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    Post them in the gallery as they will remain your art. Link to them here and if I choose one as the primary image to illustrate the story, I only require permanent use of that image. There's always room for more images to be added here as additional images where you or others can illustrate more images... but if not, I get to retain use of the one image illustrating the story.


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