William regardait vers le bas à la neige, tapant ses doigts sur la rampe en bois, avant d'entendre le son distinct de la neige se taper de pas trop loin. Le chasseur a jeté un coup d'œil sur la jeune fille aux cheveux brillants. Elle ressemblait à un cerf pris dans les phares. Son regard la suivait jusqu'à ce qu'il regardât un jeune garçon avec un puissant fusil. Il a fait signe au jeune homme, notant la méchante blessure à la tête qu'il a apportée avec lui. Le nouveau venu et le jeune loup-garou ont conversé pendant un court moment, la conversation a semblé être inconfortable pour les deux.
William sourit, bien qu'inquiétant pour l'homme maintenant à la porte d'une tanière de loup-garou. "Un chasseur que vous dites?" Il se déplaça le long du porche et descendit les marches près d'Acacia, ses bottes creusant dans la neige. "J'aime le sport dangereux aussi." Le chasseur de loup-garou s'est évanoui. "Dangereux était probablement un euphémisme." Il a pensé à lui-même avant d'étendre sa main à l'homme pour une poignée de main. "Plaisir de vous rencontrer Ryan. Le nom est William." Il a jeté un coup d'œil sur la tête de l'homme. "On dirait qu'il y a un sale enfoiré là-bas. Ça a dû être un sacré accident."
Il regarda la jeune femme à côté d'eux. "Vous ne sauriez pas si quelqu'un de votre groupe a une expérience médicale." Il a mis sa main libre dans sa poche. "Je suis sûr que celui qui est en charge ici aimerait qu'il soit corrigé et envoyé sur son chemin joyeux." Le chasseur de loups-garous a scanné la ligne d'arbre derrière l'homme, se demandant si quelqu'un l'avait suivi.
William "Captain" Hendrick
Age:36
Gender:Male
Sexual Preference:Hetero
Human or Werewolf: Human Hunter

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'1 with a very built figure, William has a well trimmed mustache, and keeps his dark brown hair short and neatly tucked under his hat. His face appears worn, almost as if it had aged faster than it should have. His tired looking eyes, which some mistook that as a sign that he's exhausted, are a pale green in color.
Strengths:
+Strong
+Fearless
+Good Swimmer
Weaknesses:
-Mentally Scarred
-Slow Runner
-Stubborn
Personality:William is rather level headed and understanding towards people and beasts alike. However, he can come off as distant at odd times, but still intend to mean well. On a good day, he's rather talkative with strangers, and somewhat sarcastic at times as well. He can be rather courageous, and willing to go out of his way to help others if he feels they need it. On a bad day however, you may find that William will generally keep to himself and his whiskey, and spend hours reflecting on his life.
History:William Hendrick comes from a proud line of werewolf hunters. His father was a hunter, and his father's father, and so on. Specialized weapons had been crafted by some of his ancestors to aid the family line in their task of protecting humans from werewolves and other terrible night creatures. Most of his childhood was about trying to live a normal life, and keeping his hunter background a secret. His father taught him how to defend himself, and all the different techniques necessary in surviving an encounter with a werewolf. William slew his first werewolf when we was nineteen. The experience was invigorating, but it was something he didn't quite enjoy. He met a girl, whom later became his wife and moved down to the coast, where he spent his free time sailing on his sailboat. This hobby of his gained him his self appointed nickname "Captain." Though his background was surely going to bring trouble to his decent life, and it did. His wife was slaughtered by an aggressive pack of werewolves that lived in the area. When he discovered this, he was devastated, and filled with rage. William tracked the beasts, systematically slaying the ones he could find. Though he would encounter a rare few, that feared him more than man feared them. The cowardly ones, those that weren't out for blood, he would lower his guns and spare their lives. Eventually William felt it best to move on, and he wandered across North America, only stopping where he saw there were clear signs of werewolf activity. A year has passed since his wife's death, and he finds himself now in the Colorado Mountains, in a town called Odessa where he rented himself a motel room to rest up and get off the road for a short while..
Other: Wielding dual .44 revolvers, loaded with silver bullets, William delivers punishment to the werewolves he encounters. His arsenal however does not stop there however. Forged many years ago is a family heirloom that his father passed onto him. A shield attached by a chain to a wrist mounted device, weighs heavily on his left arm, but has protected him from many devastating blows. With this device, he can trigger blades inside the shield to extend outward, and chuck his shield towards his prey, and retract it with the chain. Whenever this shield is with him, or resting on his back, there is a distinct sound of a chain rattling lightly with each step he takes.
Other than that, he enjoys sailing, drinking, and finding new ways to kill night creatures.