Demoren Resolus

(WIP)
Tall, built and with an olive complexion, Demoren is used to drawing everyone's eyes, even as a child he was the centre of attention despite being born into a family of farmers and living in the Headlands.
Early into his life, he took up archery, training himself tirelessly in his spare time and soon mastered both Bows and Guns. This gift has served him faithfully throughout his short life with many a great men slaughtered in his rain of lead.
Amongst Demoren's unusual qualities is a second spirit that shares his form, "Reesh" as it calls itself was to be Demoren's greatest challenge while he remained in Gilneas. It and several other spirit wolves encroached on a Noble's land and upon being noticed, many of Gilneas' mighty hunters were called in, Dozens of men and women fell to these wolves, underestimating the incredible speed and strength of the unliving canines, Demoren simply watched the others fall, studying and learning, planning for his own attempt on their lives.
The night of bloodshed would soon dawn upon the young Hunter as he finally agreed to cleanse the Noble's land of the spectral wolves, he waited til dusk fell, knowing the spirits would illuminate the area around them, making them easy for him to track and even easier to surprise, the wolves eyesight never truly adjusted to the dark due to their bioluminescence, Demoren picked them off one by one, favouring a crossbow on this occasion for it's capabilities in stealth operations.
Reesh was the last to remain standing of the pack, by far the largest of the wolves, Demoren encroached upon it, lurking in the shadows. Demoren then made one life-changing mistake, he took his eyes off the target. Reesh caught his scent and hurtled through the undergrowth, several bolts were hastily launched at the canine with very little success, only further enraging the grieving beast. The two fought until the beast dropped, exhausted, dripping ethereal blood and pulsated, it's life energy quickly leaving it, the Hunter chose this exact moment to try to land the killing blow but as his daggers hit, the beast did not fade but rather glowed white hot and became shapeless, the silvery mass then assaulted Demoren, terrorising his mind and soul alike, something triggered it to stop though, leaving the hunter alive but permanently shaken by the ordeal, it was not finished with him however, remaining with him until this very day.
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