STR   High
DEX   High
CON   Average
WIS   Above average
INT   High
CHA   Below Average

Preferred Weapons - Long bladed swords (Long, Bastard, Great),
dagger & punching (Katar or Kukri), Comp. Long Bow, Axes.

High Init, Spot & Listen (Perception), Jump & Climb & Balance (Acrobatics),
Hide & Move Silently (Sneak), Surival+Swim+Naturey Stuff (Nature?)

3.5 Stats
Were Tiger 3 / Ranger 2 / Barbarian 1 / Forest Reeve 1 / WarShaper 1
Wood Elf - Natural Lycanthrope

STR 24   DEX 22  CON 12  INT 18  WIS 14  CHA 8
HP 69 AC 23 (2ARM+6DEX+5 Natural) {+2 in Whirling Rage}
Fort 11  Ref 15  Will 3       Init +8

Attacks
Glenn's Sword +12/+7 2d8+10 +1 fire, +1 elec
Launcher Bow +14/+9 1d8+6
Hybrid Form + Rage G. Sword + Kukri
+18 1d4+7 18-20/x2 (KUKRI)  +17/+12/+17 2d8+12 +1f,+1e BLADE

The Druid’s Grove was close to the small human settlement of Neferander which translates to “Hearth’s Edge.” At first reluctant to go near a city he encountered and saved a young girl from a swarm of giant bees. The girl, Fiori, was an acolyte of the local parish priest in the village. The bond of friendship that formed between them inexplicably tied Train’s fate to the village. At one point he was convinced (dragged) by the girl to see the town. During his short stay there he met what can only be described as a man among men, who swiftly became his hero and role model. The man was known as Glenn Heartwood, but also as a Savior and Guardian of the small hamlet. He earned this title after slaying a 12 headed, fire-breathing, head-regrowing Hydra.

Since that encounter Train had spent more and more time in the village and had become attached to it. He learned of nature from the Druid Kain, he learned of the art of hunting from the Druid’s companion, a tiger named Gabriel, and it was from Glenn where he learned to fight. For three whole years he lived a life of bliss…until that fateful day.

Train awoke to sound of screams and smell of burning. It was one of the few times he had spent a night in the inn, he was especially weary after his daily sparring with Glenn. He had held nothing back and apparently succumbed to exhaustion. His hunter instincts took over immediately after waking, he glanced out the window to see the town on fire, however, there was something odd about the smell, it certainly wasn’t normal fire. Grabbing his weapons he wasted no time moving downstair but instead chose to leap out the 2nd story window. All around him were the townsfolk who he had grown fond of. They were lying down, clutching their heads, some had blood trickling from their ears, others were covering their loved ones with their own bodies with scorch marks present on all of them. As none of them were coherent enough to extract information he rushed off down the street to where he heard the sounds of fierce battle. He spared a glance towards the church and immediately regretted it, seeing it wrapped in flames and plumed in smoke.