Full Name: Sterhlin

Other name: None

Race: Werecat

Side: Neutral

Birthplace: South of Hedarth

Age: 34

Gender: male

Birthday: October 13, 221 ADEA (After dragon elf alliance

Eyes: Crimson and brown mix

Hair: Black with patches and streaks of red, brown, gray and brown. Down to his shoulder and unkempt, going everywhere.

Weight: 102 Lbs

Height: 4’ 10”

Magic User: No, but has the ability of course, if was taught

Clothing: Wears layers of dirty clothes, some even rags that he has stolen. With an old, oversized, torn leather overcoat with a large collar to hide his appearance. Especially his ears and the patches of fur.He wears leather gloves to cover up where his claws stick out from between his fingers when in human form.

Preferred Weapon(s): He carries a brace of about 3 daggers. 2 that are wood handles and worn out. But one that is silver and black hilted with a silver wrought ‘A’ on the hilt and a perfect blade.

Personality: Unlike a normal werecat Sterhlin does not talk in riddles but he is wise. He is quiet to strangers but is fun and gets excited like anyone else when its something he wants. He has no remorse for anything he does to humans, but feels strongly for animals.

Likes/Dislikes: He likes being in his cat form and sneaking into rich families houses. He likes doing anything in his cat form actually. He steals quite a lot and gets a thrill from it. He dislikes humans but he knows he is better than them. Though he was taught to hide his transformation by the one foster family he was in years ago.

Family: He was the only child of an elf man and a werecat woman. He did not know that she was a werecat when he fell in love with her, and fell just as fast out of love when he did find out. And when she had a child that had all the characteristics of a werecat he tried to kill it but the mother used powerful magic and blasted him through the building. Then she was forced to flee back to her tribe east of the Hadarac by the Boer mountains where she was followed by members of his elven clan and got those who could not escape murdered or enslaved. She herself was able to escape injured and leave him with other escaped members. The elven side of his family does not have knowledge of him.

Brief History: (A lot of it was covered above in the explination of his family)

Affter the death of his mother he was entrusted in the care of a few members of his tribe. East of the Hadarac and by the Boer mountains. He was young still and hated among the remaining people of his tribe, so he was given minimal training in the mysterious art of transformation so that he still resembled a cat in his ‘human’ form slightly. Also he was not taught any magic. Miserable and not cared for he left and traveled as a cat so that he didn’t need much food, eventually he came across a town called Hedarth.
He was found on the streets when he was still young and he was placed in a foster home where they taught him to not mention his ability and they tried to hide his signs of being a werecat but to no avail. They eventually hid him away in the home at all times and treated him like a slave.
Eventually he left and has been living in Teirm as a thief for years. Though his appearance as a 12-15 year old boy has stayed the same. He lives on the streets but is usually in cat form sleeping in a rich mans house to stay warm. He is a nomad and has no remorse which gives people that talk to him a creepy feeling. Though, when he is having fun, he has a playful fun attitude.



Sample Rp: Stehrlin trudged through the fog, looking for a crowd he could slip through. He wove his way through the alleys and found a small gathering by the entrance to a food market. They probably got a new shipment of fruits He thought as he made a mental note to go grab a grapefruit later. He shouldered his way into the crowd and spotted a balding man with no apparent weapons on his toes looking into the store, toe to toe with at least 6 others. That was his target, he knew. So he made his way next to him, only being tall enough to stare at his abdomen, he tripped into him and caused him and 3 others to fall over. At the same time he sliced the leather strap that held his coin back to his hip. And as he apologized he slipped it into his inside coat pocket and turned to go down the street. But ran into another, larger man, bouncing his head off his sword hilt.
It was a guard.
Just then Stehrlin jumped to run directly the other way. But before he could make one step the back of his leather coat was seized by a gruff hand and the other hand swung, making contact with the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.
As he came between consciousness and sleep, he saw concrete and bars, and stars from his rough treatment. Damnit, they must have an eye out for me nowadays. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. Looking around at his cell. It was smaller and more closed in than the last one. He thought, as he remembered ascaping this jail at least seven times. “No matter” He said as he saw a window eight feet above the ground with bars that were three inches apart. Then he took off all his clothes and shoved them through the bars. Next he braced himself and felt an odd warming, tingling sensation as he felt fur sliding through every part of his skin and his fingers, toes, face, legs, arms, everything shrinking and changing. Soon he opened his eyes and he was a foot tall and lept up to the ledge, sliding through the bars and hopping to the ground below.