A bit of a story...
This was a bit of a story that I began to write that my mate persuaded me into uploading lol. I began writing this just to get my character outlined by using a forward/prologue kind of thing. This is the beginning of a very long story that I wrote by hand but, only transferred this much onto my laptop in document form. It is very strongly influence by Christopher Paolini's "Eragon" series which, obviously I do not own anything of or claim as my own original content. Mind you, this is not a perfect example of my current writing style, I am nowhere near as confident and full of myself as the description of this character makes me seem lol. Anyway, if anyone actually takes the time to read it and is interested in reading into the story, let me know and I'll be much more inclined to continue uploading more of it.
Hey, name's Ares. I'm 160lbs and have the creepiest yellow eyes you can imagine. Oh, and I'm a wolf-human hybrid my fur is a blue that borders on black, save for my hands and "feet". My "feet" are more like paws like on a wolf but my hands are a different story. They're normal human hands in general shape and structure but, the tops are covered in fur and have pads on the heel, middle and top of my palm, and on each segment of my fingers. They're all about a centimeter thick except for the heel which is about 2 or 3 centimeters thick; pretty good for hitting stuff. I also have retractable claws and can run on 4 legs just as well as the respective owners of both of those traits. I'm faster on 4 legs but I prefer 2. I'm 3'4" on four legs and 6'1" on two. I have pointed, cropped ears that always stand straight up and a set of razor sharp teeth. I'm a blacksmith by trade. Some would say I'm average. But other than them, the rest say I'm the best in all of Gracemeria. I won't say one way or the other. However, I will say that I'm the greatest warrior this land has ever seen, only because I've been crowned and given the title: "Allkiller". So yeah my full name is Ares Allkiller. I fight with all custom weaponry that I have crafted over the years. What with my pads and other physical abnormalities, normal human weapons don't fit me as well as I needed. My pride and joy, and perhaps my signature to the people of Gracemeria, is my hand-and-a-half sword forged from the same brightsteel as Brisngr, the blade of the Rider Eragon Kingkiller. I must admit, I did copy the idea from him, but my blade is a deeper blue than Saphira's, Eragon's dragon, scales. Now, I bet you're wondering how I know all about Eragon and Saphira. Well, I just so happen to live in the area where Eragon has decided to revive the dragon population, but no more of that.
I can use magic as well as any Rider due to my previous training but I prefer to fight by honest means. Levels the playing field and gives the other contestants some hope of dethroning me some day haha. Elves can be about the closest match I can get in a fight, agile little bastards. Urgals on the other hand...they're just hard to kill. I can hit them, no doubt about it, but just about any wound that I can inflict on them is non-fatal. I use them more as an act more than anything else. The crowds love seeing Urgals die. Sometimes I'll even add a bit more danger to it; ill fight with no shield, sometimes just a knife, and one time, most regrettably, no armor. That particular incident was in my 3rd year of reign as "Allkiller"; left me with a nasty scar that stretches from my collarbone diagonally to my hip when he gored me with one of his sharpened horns. I quit playing at that point and put my knife through his skull.
The women...damn haha. They all love me. I'm warm, fuzzy, muscular and have a big poofy tail, what's not to love? That, and I have a natural musk that surrounds me. I've been told it smells like wood smoke, honey, lemon, and....um...gingerbread. I can't smell it myself. They love to play with my ears and tail, much to my mixed annoyance and pleasure. They always flock to pester me when I visit Libreteria, the capital of Gracemeria and where The Tournament is held. My den and forge are located far, far away in the Spine. Yes, the same spine that is at the border of Alagaesia. No one bothers me there due to the sheer cliffs that lead to the top of my dormant volcano. That, and just to get to the 1,000ft sheer cliffs, you must hike 15,000ft from the base. Safe to say, I'm fit and I don't get many visitors. I said "My" volcano because, the people of Gracemeria decided to name it after me in my honor. It was Gerund, and I still refer to it as such, I'm too humble to say that I live on myself. My only regular visitors are my students. Some come for forging, others for fighting. They're all Urgals, elves or humans...except for one...one like me...her name is Dragonette. Just saying her name gives me a swelling of my chest and a wag of my tail. She's the same kind of wolf-hybrid as I (the official term is Vrenfang) She's smaller and has dark red fur and a white tipped tail. Her eyes resemble the very orange of the center of a fire. She is my best student, my closest friend and the closest to have ever beaten me. I'll explain each.
She's my best student in that she beats all of my other students with the same grace and skill as I. During my classes, she listens to me like a priest to their god. She also has the same ability that allows our race to dominate the battlefield. It has no name; the elders of our race were wise enough not to name it because it would be much, much more difficult to disable by magical means. It improves our eyesight to the point to the point where we no longer see blurs of motion, predict movements in battle and see the energy leave the person that they use up during a fight. Normally, a creature that is fully rested has an aura surrounding them, as energy is used up, the aura dims. We use this ability to strike at our enemies when they are tired and weak.