Hunter_Ocato
Loyal Servant of Altera
Unlike most of the players on this server my character is actually human ^_^
(kudos to meg for writing this for me
)
There have been whispers and tales of someone living off in the woods, leaving seldom a trace that he was ever there. The trophies of mighty creatures, fell by his skill alone are left behind for people to wonder what manner of being is this mysterious hunter? Those that see evidence of him claim that he must be a woodelf. Others claim that that he is even half beast. He seems to be the talk of the tavern at all villages he stays near after he leaves. Always tending to find beasts that plague the villages and dealing with them as if they were the dinner meal.
In one tavern in particular, a cloaked and mysterious figure was sitting in the back corner. The silence was overbearingly loud as it was the only thing seemed to be heard. The silence came from the cloaked figure in the back of the tavern, as he emitted a silently odd and deadly aura. The silence was broken however when a local huntsman barged in the tavern, bearing the carcass of a grand wolf they called "Berserker" that plagued the town. The tavern quickly embraced the hunter and began celebrating. They asked the hunter how he managed such a feat, and nobody noticed the smug grin on the cloaked figure's face. The hunter went off telling a story of a man that killed the wolf's mate and lured it to the carcass. The hunter witnessed this man and Berserker simply have a stare off over the dead wolf's carcass. Then he witnessed Berserker howl and begin the duel with a charge after the being that murdered his mate. The cloaked figure simply smiled and drank from his drink while they told the story. The hunter told of how the man just stood there, not even flinching. When the wolf came close enough, the being took out his knife and simply threw it at the wolf, stabbing into the beast. Berserker Howled with rage and kept charging, but tired and fell dead just at the man's feet. He took his knife out of the wolf, and looked at the hunter with a smile, as if he designed the entire thing to be a show for him.
The crowd at the tavern simply marveled at the story with the hunter holding the head of the wolf up high as a trophy for all to see, and the cloaked figure in the back of the room grinned. They then started asking questions of this greater-than-a-man hunter. Some asked if he was a wood-elf. Others asked if the man himself was half beast. The cloaked figure couldn't help but give a chuckle. Then, someone said they knew what the man was… a Tyran warrior! There was the sound of a crash in the back of the tavern as people turned to see the cloaked figure with the table we was sitting at thrown across half the room, a knife clenched tightly in his fist. He then threw the knife with rage and it zipped through the crowd, planting itself back into the original spot on the hoisted wolf's head. For the first time the cloaked figure spoke. "He was just a man. Like any of you sorry folk. Idolizing savages and too scared to take care of yourselves. What chance would any of you have if someone came to take your family away?"
Silence filled the tavern as the figure stormed up to the wolf head and plucked his knife from the skull. As he reached the tavern door to leave, one of the townsfolk managed to ask, "what's your name stranger…?". The man paused at the door for a second, not even looking back, but turning his head so they could hear his voice. "Ocato", he said, and then walked out the door and disappeared from town.
That night when Ocato set up camp, he was going through his pack and managed to find a worn wooden box. With a smirk he opened it. It contained old memories and relics of good times. The smirk faded to a stern face as if the smirk was never there when he came across a necklace with a figurine carved out of wood. "Ridian", he said as he closed his eyes and clenched his fist around the necklace, reliving the moment of his past.
He once lived in a small cabin out in the wintery woods passed a town he can seldom remember the name. He lived there with his mother, his father, and his brother - Ridian. They were happy and lived on their own off the land and the beasts. Ocato and Ridian were always playing in the woods together and sometimes allowed to hunt with their father.
One autumn, food was getting scarce. Ocato and his brother were even at some times, allowed to split from their father to hunt on their own to double their chances. Ridian during one of these hunting trips told Ocato that they should split up to maybe even triple their chances. While Ocato was out on his own hunting, he found what would be a kill that would bring food to his family for days. When he drew an arrow however, a javelin felled the creature. Ocato stared in wonder as he saw a Tyran warrior emerge from the forest. As the feline creature plucked his javelin from the animal, its ear twitched and it shot a glance at Ocato with its scarred face and an eyepatch over one eye. Ocato froze, not sure what to do. The Tyran snarled and slowly crept up to Ocato, the hair on its back seemingly standing up in fury. Ocato tried crawling backwards but only ended up cornered against a tree. As the Tyran lifted the Javelin, two more Tyrans came and stopped the first, seemingly scolding the one with the eyepatch. One of them escorted the Tyran with the eyepatch away while the other one sighed at Ocato. It went to the animal that was skewered by the Javelin and carried the animal to Ocato's feet and then left. Ocato soon thereafter heard his brother and father calling for him. He called back and they arrived on the scene and tried to congratulate him on his kill. Ocato just sat there, stunned. At his son's silence, Ocato's father simply took the animal and chuckled, telling him he remembers his first kill too, and that Ocato would get used to it.
At the dinner table, they tried to appraise Ocato for the kill again, and it was there that Ocato told them he didn't make the kill. They were confused, until Ocato told them the whole story. The father simply laughed it off and told Ocato that he could make the wildest stories, while his brother seemed a bit more believing. That night, Ridian and Ocato had a long talk about what happened and whether it even happened. They ate well for several days, and Ocato slowly returned to normal life, forgetting about seeing the Tyrans except at times when he swore he heard something in the woods and simply stared off to where he thinks he heard the sound. It felt as though… he was being watched.. tracked.. hunted. One evening, their father was sick, and Ocato and Ridian decided to take it upon themselves to get them more food to eat. Ocato came back with a pair of small game, quite proud of his feat. Ridian however, did not come back.
Their father went out the next day with Ocato to search for Ridian. Unfortunately, they found him.. or what was left of him. He was mauled to bits by a very large creature with large claws. Though there was one thing that caught Ocato's eye.. a hole in the tree near Ridian's corpse that was about the side of the one from the Tyran's Javelin. Ocato spent the winter with his family, helping them with their grieving, but he had a flame in his heart and a taste in his mouth that he could not snuff out and he could not quench. He left after spring arrived with burning vengeance and a thirst for Tyran blood.
Ocato still roams the forests, continuing what he set out to do. If Tyrans could go about unseen, he must be invisible. If Tyrans could kill as big an animal with one single blow as he witnessed, then he must do the same. He wanders now, killing these giant beasts that plague towns in training until he can find himself those Tyrans that robbed his brother of years of happiness and a family. He roams about the woods, as the mysterious hunter.
(kudos to meg for writing this for me
)