User:Victor Hood

                                                                     CHAPTER 1a: A New 'Wolf' is born

Victor Hood was born on October 13th, during a full moon no less, To Vincent and Thalia Hood and was immediately baptised into clan hood at his young age. Red Haired and Green eyed Victor, often described as 'Strong and Smart' by his parents and fellow clansman, was introduced into training at the young and tender age of 4 in which he obtained a remarkable talent at archery by the age of 16. Hour after Hour of training with his father also gave him a vast knowledge of martial arts and martial arts weapons inluding katars,staffs and others. By the mature age of 19 he was given a seal clad in gold with a bright,shining image meant to resemble Fenrir, A Fearsome Wolf in Norse Mythology, Son of Loki and murderer. The seal passed down by each chosen clansman through either death,will or banishmeant,given to all chosen boys at 19, was bestowed upon Victor for his " Amazing Skill and Courage" as so proudly was stated by his Father,Vincent,during their festival meant to bestow such an honor to any worthy young man and honor their mythological beast Fenrir. Proudly Victor with the clans symbol reflecting his green eyes,accepted this highly presticious honor. Gleaming and yet with a heavy, aching heart he stated " I have trained my whole life for this seal, My only regret is that my mother and father are not alive to see this moment"

                                                                     CHAPTER 1b: His parents love and demise: Part 1

Victor's Mother Thalia worked as the clan's doctor. She had an astute knowledge of alchemy and herbal medicine and remedies in which she passed down to Victor. Countering that, His Father was one of the most respected and feared warriors of the clan,known all around the land as the "DeiWolfs", He commanded the various battlefields in which he and his comrades fought with a vicious and swift fist. But his fathers commanding presense could not repair their crumbling relationship with thier neighboring irish faction headed by thier leader ClaidMor. The two clans, seperated by many many miles, had a very shaky trade relationship. Vincent's clan would make goods such has whiskey, gold armor and many other jewels in return for Orin, a valuable substance in which was scarce in The Deiwolfs staked territory, which was what thier livelyhoods depended on to drive thier fragile economy and which was why Claidmor's Clan was so much richer. The date was a rainy and stormy day in december. Both clans had traveled afar, over a 3 day period, nearly 2000 miles to meet for an attempted re-neogotiation of the trade agreement. Vincent,co-sided by his second lietanent Oli Greenberger, surveyed the landscape. "Sir I see them." Oli stated while looking as well. " Ah Good they actually showed this time" Vincent replied, casually stroking his bright red beard " Get the cavalry up to that cliff and tell them to get thier bows and arrows prepared. Oli responded "Sir I Dont think-- To which Vincent interupted " Trust Me Oli, This has to be done in a one on one manner. Its not going to help anyone if my men and his men are gritting teeth at each other.". "Understood Vince, I hope for our sake your right."oli said. he then turned to his troops and shouted "MEN, YOU HEARD HIM, MOVE UP TO THE CLIFFS!". Vincent then glanced down to the approaching ClaidMor and preceded as well until they met in the middle. Staring intensely at each other, Claidmor said " Im elated you could make it Vincent Hood of Hood Manor" he then proceeded to put the intended new trade parchment on a stone tablet rooted in the middle. He then said in a sarcastic tone " Are you familiar with the law of all clans?" "Watch your Tongue ClaidMor!I know the laws in which i studied" Vincent said in a sharp tone. ClaidMor scoffed " Then you'll remember well, that any breach of our trade agreement will have to be remedied by an additonal charge. "Charge? Your demands outlive our means of production." Vincent responded as he grabbed the parchment and ripped it up as he continued to say" My People cannot produce your so called needed garbage. Our economy is in shambles and we have been drained dry." Tensions were at a all time high understandably so,their relationship had deterriated and was at the point of no return. " Well since you have no intention of agreeing or obeying the laws. I see no other alternative then to cut you down right now. At this point they had both had their hands on the hilts of of their respective swords. There was no chance of going back now. "JUST TRY IT, SCUM" Vincent boomed has they both unsheathed thier swords. Both Vincent's and Claidmor's men had drew and prepared their bow and arrow to cut down the opposing clan leader. The dark and stormy weather seemed to match the current situation incredibly well, as if the gods knew of the potienal deaths that might take place. "So what the bloody hell are we waiting for" Vincent said. Oli eyes shifted nervously "There is too many of them. We're hoplessly outnumbered, we have no goddam chance of surviving this mess.he then glanced at the cavalry "Men lower your weapons,NOW!". He then shouted to Vincent " SIR WE CANNOT FIGHT THEM! WE HAVE TO RETREAT." Vincent was hesitant to do so but he knew Oli was right. "Okay, there is no need to be hasty. Both of us are in a shitty position. No matter what may happen to our men WE will BOTH die regardless of which side is victorius." ClaidMor,with a bead of sweat forming on his brow at his impending doom, put away his sword. "This is far from over Hood. You better be looking behind your shoulders at all times." "MEN MOVE OUT!" And with a flash of lightning, Claidmor had dissapeared, it seemed, in an instant. As Oli walked up to Vincent's side, Vincent said " Everything has gone straight to hell. I just put my men and you in danger. Now we are stuck with no agreement." To which Oli< putting his hand on Vincent replied " It was bound to happen Sir. Even Fenrir himself couldnt have saved this broken relationship. "But how are we going to survive? No orin means no food,clothes, no basic ammenadies" Vincent said in a slightly louder, rushed tone of voice. " ClaidMor is a greedy power hungry rich fool. He will get whats coming to him eventually. It will be tough for a few months but we can look for more orin rich areas. We should get to trekkin home now. Vincent smiled " Yes thats a good idea. its Victor's 17th birthday in a couple of days. He will be elated at the festivities. Okay men Lets go home."

                                                                      CHAPTER 1c: His parents love and demise: Part 2

It was a sunny day in the elitist town of Briadshard, and in the highest tower in the center of the populated city, Claidmor stood on the balcony staring down at the cityy when a soilder with three cloaked figures entered the hall. The soilder saluted while he said "SIR, The elders have arrived." Cladmoir turned " AW yes thank you. My wise and distiguished guests please take a seat. We have very urgent buisness