Meet Adam, a normal nineteen year old man. Adam lives in a village in eastern europe in the eighteenth century and he’s a werewolf.
Adam had a pretty normal life as a boy. His father died when he was young and he was raised by his mother as a good, God-fearing man. Things were actually going quite well for Adam until he hit puberty. That’s when things started to get a bit sinister.
At first he was growing into a fine man and many of the girls around the vilage had expressed their interest in him. But his body wasn’t done growing yet. Testosterone kept being pumped through his system in incredible doses causing several adverse side effects. The most obvious to onlookers was the constant hair growth. People said that Adam could shave in the morning and have several days beard growth by the time lunch was ready. His friends started to stay away from him as he displayed increasingly frequent bouts of aggression.
By the time Adam was fifteen he was taller and more muscular than any man in the village. Again due to the testosterone flooding his system, his voice has deepened so much that it’s barely above a bestial growl.
Two days before Adam’s sixteenth birthday the local priest had to be called by his mother. Rumours had started to circulate that the changes Adam was going through were down to possession by some form of demon. The rumours were helped along by the fact that no-one had ever witnessed Adam sleep in over a year and he could regularly be found wandering the village at all times of night. Luckily for Adam he did sleep occasionally, although his testosterone soaked system could last for a couple of days without and then only need a few hours. On this particular night the boy was asleep and the priest, witnessing this, soon ended the rumours about him.
When Adam was seventeen he watched a play put on by travellers where a man became a wolf and terrorised the countryside before being killed by a hunter.
By the time Adam had turned eighteen he was a huge muscular man. He’d stopped shaving and sported a mass of tangled matted hair. The women in the village had stopped paying attention to him and the men stayed away from him due to the constantly brewing rage that bubbled beneath the surface.
Small animals had started to disappear that year and Adam was the natural one to blame. For once the people in the village are right. Adam had taken the play he saw the previous year to heart. For him it was the only explanation for what was happening to him. Combined with his annoyance at the fear displayed by his friends, Adam decided to give his village something to truly fear.
Meet Adam, a normal nineteen year old man. Gummed to his thumb nail is a small, jagged piece of horn. Adam’s friend once told him that you could use that to cut purses from nobles without them noticing, but Adam is after a bigger prey than coin. Using his new “claw” he slits the throat of the man he’s been stalking for the past half hour and begins to feed.