William est resté près de la porte un moment après avoir frappé dessus. Il n'y avait que le silence pour le court moment, puis les voix étouffées de l'extérieur de la porte. William est descendu de l'escalier en regardant Ryan. "Chéri, nettoie ton visage et fais l'air présentable. Nous sommes sur le point d'avoir de la compagnie." Le chasseur de loup-garou s'approcha de son lit et s'assit, entendant la porte au sommet de l'escalier s'ouvrir. L'Ulfric descendit lentement les escaliers, avec un outil assez barbare. Il a demandé des raisons, et il a demandé à William de s'expliquer d'abord.
Le chasseur a jeté un coup d'œil sur Ryan, grondant quelque chose à propos de lui étant un imbécile de chute avant de retourner son regard à l'Ulfric. « Vos questions Je répondrai librement, et avec honnêteté. L'homme à côté de moi n'est pas encore mort, ni moi, donc cela me donne un aperçu de l'espérance dans votre groupe. » William sourit faiblement alors qu'il regardait le chef du peloton. Il analysait ses mouvements, attendant de voir s'il ferait quoi que ce soit d'un coup. "Le nom est William, William Hendrick. Si vous êtes rattrapé par votre histoire, peut-être connaîtriez-vous le nom. » Le chasseur sourit, bien que ses yeux fussent encore fixés sur le tendret. « Bien qu'il y ait eu un changement de pouvoir dans notre organisation. Nous sommes en train de procéder à des réformes en ce moment. Un bon exemple serait que je sois enfermé ici plutôt que de vous faire face dans la neige là-bas hier soir."
William s'est débarrassé de la gorge avant de continuer. "C'est peut-être difficile de voir Vargr, mais nous sommes coupés du même tissu, toi et moi. Je suis ici parce que je suis sous serment, et toi à cause de ton lien. J'ai suivi un groupe plutôt sauvage, j'ai été en mouvement pendant un certain temps si vous n'aviez pas remarqué." Il a couru ses doigts le long de sa moustache buissonneuse pendant un court moment. "Décide que j'essaierais de les couper et de voir ce qui a menti en avant, alors me voilà maintenant." William ouvrit son manteau et retira sa fiole de whisky, l'offrant à l'Ulfric. "Je sais qu'il y a du mauvais sang entre nous. Il y en aura probablement toujours. Nous sommes tous les deux des prédateurs, chassant sous la même lune à des fins différentes. Il y aura toujours du mauvais sang, mais pour l'instant, il n'a pas besoin de l'un ou l'autre des nôtres."
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.