En entrant dans le bâtiment, William pouvait entendre qu'il y avait certainement une commotion qui se passait. Ses yeux se déplaçaient lentement autour de son environnement. La cabine se sentait plutôt confortable à l'intérieur. Il retourna à Marrec, l'homme le pointant vers les sources des voix. Le chasseur s'est dirigé vers eux, en entrant dans la cuisine.
"Ce hurlement les a certainement ridiculisés." William pensait à lui-même. -- Un avertissement peut-être, mais de quoi? L'Ulfric envisageait de sortir pour découvrir la source du hurlement, mais William ne pouvait dire que les gens autour de lui le voulaient, et William était le problème dans leurs équations. La cuisine était animée avec quelques membres de la meute, bien que William n'ait pas eu le temps de les regarder alors qu'il se concentrait sur les jupes autour de l'Ulfric et de son Lupa collant. Atteindre la table, il a laissé sortir un soupir de soulagement et a sorti une chaise pour lui-même. Le chasseur est retombé dans son siège, le poids de son corps passant de ses jambes à la chaise. "Hmm.. C'est confortable." William s'est bourdonné tranquillement. Il écoutait la conversation autour de lui, s'amusait silencieusement chaque fois que son nom ou le chasseur était mentionné.
Il regarda la femme à la table, qui, avec confiance, dit à l'Ulfric qu'elle pouvait garder un œil sur lui. Pendant qu'elle se tenait, elle a donné à William un regard subtil, et un qu'il a remarqué aussi. "Eh bien, vu que mes armes ont été désarmées de moi, je ne devrais pas causer beaucoup de ruckus." William a dit, s'enfoncer confortablement dans la chaise. "Je ne suis pas du genre à mordre des étrangers, alors je pense que nous allons tous passer une nuit confortable ici."
William regarda l'homme par le comptoir qui semblait préparer un repas. "Vous là-bas, près du comptoir." Le chasseur a dit d'un ton affirmé. "Si vous n'êtes pas trop occupé, apportez-moi quelque chose de chaud à boire."
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.