Luquin Canidae (DnD character)

Name: Luquin Canidae
Species: Human, werewolf
Class: Cleric/Fighter
Gender/Pronouns: he/him
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi male lean
Age: 20-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Cleric, small-town adventurer

Height: 6'5
Build: muscular
Skin Tone: warm ivory
Hair: black with white highlights
Eyes: right blue, left golden.
Identifying Marks: none
Appearance: down below

Personality: Kind and compassionate, he breaks things on accident a little too often.
Motivations: Selune, learning control, and becoming a great fighter
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: timid
Fears: Hurting someone again, being abandoned
Hobbies: Escorting travelers to the temple of Selune, training whether it be magic or melee
Skills: Clerical spells, simple and martial weapons, all armor.

Powers & Abilities: various spells and incantations, his werewolf form, which he can shift into at will once per day.

Weaknesses: Silver, ranged combat

Backstory: Abandoned at the age of 5 to a Selunite temple, he was raised by the clergy and trained to serve the clergy. Of course with his condition of being a true werewolf, it was difficult, but Selune guided him (metaphorically not literal communication, yet...) in the absence of his parents. The high priestess of the temple, Sylina, sought to get tomes and tell stories of other lycanthropes who succeeded within the clergy and used their "curse" for good.

He learned control, well, enough control, to serve the church and to prove those who thought all of his kind were simply evil, wrong. Once adequately trained he would go on small missions to escort pilgrims or help in fending off attacks on the temple. On one such mission though things went awry and he hurt a fellow Selunite, a friend by the name of Wysteria. There was more sympathy than punishment from the church, yet still, he distanced himself. Wysteria forgave him, but he didn't forgive himself.

Starting to take odd jobs in the villages surrounding the temple to hone his skill at every opportunity, working for the clergy less than before. Until another incident occurred during a full moon, he had killed a civilian, no one found out, and he told no one. He only distanced himself more from others he cared for, and from the church. He still escorts those in need to the temple, but leaves without a word, back to one of the surrounding villages he calls home.

Though he still strives to return, when he knows he wouldn't be a danger to anyone other than his foes, to become one of the Swords of Selune.