Argadonian, the boy and the locket

[Argadonian]

Name: Argadonian Eagleye (Self appointed surname)
Nickname/Alias: Arga
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf, frozen in human form
Height: 6 ft 3'
Weight: 87 kg
Hair: Long purple hair
Eyes: Red
Skin: Caucasian
Identifying Marks: The purple hair kind of stands out. He also had red eyes with a certain feel to them when you gaze into them. The most notable thing is the locket he wears though (see backstory)
Appearance: Emits a wild aura, yet is really civilized because of a lord teaching him everything he knows about being human (again, see backstory). Staring into his eyes is like staring into the abyss, he stares back right to your soul. His posture is a bit slumped and hunched over.
Strengths: Amazing bow affinity, can focus really good on a target to the point of feeling a slower passing of time at some moments. Also feels no fear for monsters or wildlife.
Weaknesses and fears: If the locket around his neck were to be lost for too long or destroyed, he would permenently be changed into a feral werewolf. Also, he can never take the life of a wolf or a fellow canine, fearing they might be the wolves that raised him.
Religion and cults: Follower of Lycanthria
Profession: Hunter

 

[Argadonian]

Backstory:

*You enter a tavern, weary from a long days work, when you hear the local bard preparing his song. You hear the bard sing, while playing his lute:*

This is the story of a young boy
Left out to die in the woods
Well wouldn't it be a true joy
If this boy would be saved by the wolves?

His parents left left him without help
But little did they then know
The boy got accepted as a young whelp
And got leftover pieces of raw sow

Why did the parents leave him outdoor
What could be wrong with the little guy?
A priest said it was a curse he bore
And that he should be left out there to die

He was a child of the moon you see
One of Lycanthria's cliens
A slaughter machine is what he would be
Even more so than lions

But the child did not die
He was even thriving
Adapting to being a wolf on the fly
He was happy to be alive-ing

After some time, the hunters came
They took the poor boy away
The wolves they fled, to their shame
They wouldn't have food for that day

Instead they sold the boy to a lord
To be trained as slave
The lord bought him because he could afford
And locked him in the basement, save

He civilized the boy, now 12 years of age
And he adapted to being human
Years later, when he was 16, they let him out of the cage
And he could behave like a normal man

When he saw the full moon
He turned into a beast
He killed the lord and his staff and soon
He would quickly flee to the east

Ashamed of his deed, he found a man of the wizardly kind
And the boy asked him to get rid of the curse
The man told him a locket he must find
In order to lose his hairs and furs

The locket was hidden inside a tower
One the boy could never climb
For powerful folk were rumoured to guard it with power
And he alone couldn't get strong enough in time

He asked around town for a brother in arms
And a warrior was first to reply
The boy needed to avoid personal harms
And needed to train in combat and he discovered his special eyes

Eagle eyes describe them at least
They could focus really well
He also had a knack shooting down beasts
And with arrows he could rain down hell

The two set out to the tower
Expecting a lot of men of evil
The fact that they found only undead
Was for them a true upheaval

They fought their way in
And what did they find?
An evil necromancer and his undead kin
In a hall, one of the grand kind

At 100 feet away, safely behind a pillar
The boy shot him in the head
The undead fell when the arrow became the killer
And the locket fell with the dead

The boy wore the locket, thanking his brave companion
They traveled together from then
The boy's hair turned purple, because of the medallion
And every next full moon the boy would be zen

And so ends the tale of one cursed lad
Who has frozen it to human form
He will be cursed forever instead
Should the amulet too long not be worn

*The bard has finished the story, you go to your room and spot a young adult, about 19 in age, with bright red eyes and purple hair coming out from under his hood, accompanied by a large, strong warrior-looking man. As they walk out of the tavern, you see the young man smile, as though reliving a memory. You decide to follow him out and strike up a conversation*

To be continued?, maybe, dang that bard's poem was hard to write... This is in essence my character. A werewolf locked in human form. I decided to write in this style because it kind of fits the era and some of the backstories I've written in the past (for my WoW toons) were in this style as well, so I like it. I hope my hardhip of getting words to rhyme is appreciated.