Legends of Belariath
Logan Shadowhunter
Background:
Born on the road with his parents, Logan was a winter baby, born in a small tent near the Minos Northern Kingdom in the harshest month of Winter. His parents were Rangers but not typical Wolven, prefering to remain on the road with just themselves instead of joining a pack. They worked as freelance Trackers, taking their small pup on all their jobs with them, taking it wherever it lead. Logan was named after a Minotaur who had befriended the couple long before but had died in a battle with Trolls. Logan grew up on the road, never knowing a home or pack, he thought life was like this for everyone.
By age 10 he was a good tracker himself, his parents were very much about honing their senses and taught Logan to relie on his more then anything else, hieghtening his senses of smell and sight even more then others of his race, and teaching him to track anything and everything, soon he could track a falcon on a cloudy day, or a mouse thru dense wood. They also ingrained into his head a distrust of Magic that is still with him to this day. Thou they didn't mind a few minor spells those that made their career as wizards he was taught were fools that were playing with forces best left alone. Shamans were not as bad as their powers came from a diffrent sourse, so he was taught to respect and honour those types of wizards.
He wasn't taught much about his own kind, his parents having been Loners by nature they didn't know much to teach their son about Wolven society, but the insticts were still there....deep down. He felt the need to belong but repressed it for years, instead focusing on his tracking and Ranger skills, his communion with the forest and hills, moors and mountains, gaining a deeper understanding of the natural world and people in it. He prefers the outdoors to being inside but is slowly becomming accustomed to the inndoors.
At the age of 25 his parents were killed. They were tracking a wanted man, dark elf that had murdered an entire homestead in a small farming village, why, noone knew. Tracking the man into the Underdark, they were set uopn by the moriels friends and relations, fighting bravly, his parents were no match for the shher amount of dark elves in their own envirmonent and they were killed. Logan escaped after being knocked out and taken as dead. When he came to his parents corpses greeted his eyes, a vision he's never forgotten.
Then he was alone. Making his way from the Underdark, knowing he could not at that time avenge his parents deaths, he set out on his own. Going with what he'd been taught he became a true Lone Wolf, traveling the far reaches of the world. Hunting for his food when out of coin, staying rarly in the occassional Inn, he never stayed in one place more then a week before he was off again. He has been that was for more then 10 years now, until recently. When his Tracking brought him to the Lonley Inn.
After a few nights there the Ranger came to a decision. He had much to learn still about the other races not to mention his own. So he'd decided to take a vacation from his Tracking, or at least ytr to find a bit of work here in this area and stay awhile. Recently he's developed a need to deiscover more about his own kind, and has been attempting to do so....his insticts driving him with a need to belong to a pack......wish him luck.