Metsamees Family/Urus
Urus son of Arctos Metsamees.
In his youth Urus was much like his father, a cheerful and overly lively boy. Fortunately he didnt seem to inherit his fathers lack of responsibility and discipline. And seemed more mature in his early youth than his father had ever been in his lifetime. And at times he would even scold his father for slacking off. The boy trained hard ever since he could remember, as is custom in Metsamees family. Arctos trained Urus himself, he spared with him often, and Urus performed well. And it was clear that Urus had much more potential to martial arts than Arctos, and it made Arctos proud. Urus was also very caring of his little sister Simone, and he would often take her along with him, or play with her when ever they both had the spare time.
When Urus was 16 his father had, by accident, turned himself in to a monster, and had killed both Uruses mother and sister. Urus had to face a horrifying visage of his monsterified father eating the corpses of the rest of his family. Urus faced the monster in combat at the side of his half-uncle Ikki and a son of his fathers cousin Ulmus, who was rather close to Urus in age, and they got along well. Ulmus got killed in the battle, Urus escaped death by a hair, but suffered a big wound on his chest that left a scar, a mark to remind and haunt him of that days events. Ikki offered to take Urus with him, to the clan main halls on Atamara, should he not wish to travel with him. But Urus refused to leave his homeland, thus Ikki left on his own, figuring Urus to be strong enough to survive alone.
Indeed Urus was strong enough, he hunted monsters and bandits with his own hands, and lived of that. Urus no longer called himself Metsamees, asif tryng to sever all that bound him to his now dead past. Surely most of the friends he had would no longer deal with him, now that he was no different from a peasant, he knew that. At a time at a inn, he was robbed by a gang, though Urus was strong, the enemy number were many, it might had been a vengeance of thugs, as he also hunted bandits. Urus was beaten half dead and thrown in to the muddy ditches. Days later when he had fully recuperated, he went on a quest for vengeance, just what had angered him so, he didnt know exactly. But he hunted the thugs down, and visited the same pain on them. The thugs inturn gathered theyr entire gang and turned other gangs against him aswell. Thus began a underground head hunt on Urus. After several bloody strifes Urus had murdered may thugs, and in the underground a bounty was set on his head. Uruses life had at that moment turned once again for the worse. Now where ever he went he would meet trouble. But Urus liked it that way, the battles had hardened him, and by that time none were able to touch him. Life in constant hate, strife and violence. And Urus had become to love such a life. He had developed a taste for violence and blood. And would seek it on his own if it feared to seek him.
Thus once a gentle cheerful boy, had turned in to a monster in human skin, like his father once by accident, now his the son without noticing it himself. His prey might had been monsters for most times, but he was by no means on humans side, no ones side but his own.
Now he stood alone, under heaven, atop all hell.
