William resta assis, tandis que le peloton s'amusait dans les menaces d'Ulfric. "Plus de menaces." William pensait à lui-même. Une fois que l'Ulfric est parti, il a grognonné et est retombé dans sa chaise de nouveau à l'aise. Il entendit quelqu'un s'asseoir à côté de lui, et, à sa surprise, c'était le Lupa. Elle était plutôt jeune, comme beaucoup de la meute qu'il voyait autour de lui. Mais en la regardant, il pouvait voir les signes d'inquiétude. Elle craignait pour la sécurité de son amant. Il regarda son corps trembler légèrement. Alors qu'Aldo s'approcha d'elle avec le thé qu'elle lui demanda, il se détourna et retourna son regard à la table. La vue l'a fait seulement penser à sa femme. William n'y a jamais pensé, mais elle a dû avoir peur qu'il ne revienne pas de ses voyages de chasse. Aldo est revenu avec une tasse de cacao chaud dans une tasse écaillée, mais le chasseur était trop absorbé dans ses pensées à remarquer.
Il revient cependant à la réalité, en entendant la voix familière de l'autre côté de la table, il mentionne combien le paquet ferait pour se protéger. Il l'a regardée, amenant la tasse à ses lèvres, et prenant une gorgée de cacao. Il s'inclina lentement à elle, posant le mug vers le bas. "Merci fils." Le chasseur a dit, bien que ne regardant pas Aldo, il était clairement dirigé vers lui. Le chasseur a pris une autre gorgée avant de reparler. "C'est William." Il soupirait en regardant sa tasse. "Pour information, vous devriez apprendre une personne avant de l'appeler assassin. Cela m'a sauvé de nombreuses balles, et aussi de nombreuses vies. »
William se retourna sur la Lupa et secoua la tête. Il a mis la tasse faite sur la table et a poussé son siège dehors. "Je vais prendre l'air." Le chasseur a déclaré, faisant son chemin vers la porte déjà. En l'ouvrant cependant, il y avait une jeune femme aux cheveux brillants, à la peau pâle et aux yeux plutôt uniques. Elle était jolie, mais peut-être un peu jeune pour le chasseur, et sans doute un loup-garou comme le reste. "Madame." Le chasseur a dit, sous la forme d'un salut à la jeune dame, avant de passer devant elle et de sortir la porte coulissante en verre. Il faisait encore froid dehors, mais il était gérable pour le chasseur. Il se pencha vers l'avant contre la rampe, inhalant l'air frais de l'hiver, avant de relâcher un soupir lourd. Il n'a rien remarqué d'inhabituel dans la neige, c'était juste la nuit et lui pour ce court moment encore.
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.