...he was wearing a set of armor Angela hadn't seen outside of a fantasy movie. Leather straps, metal shoulders, wristguards, shin guards, a chestplate molded to his body like a second skin. Over it all he wore a gray cloak and matching boots. At his waist was a longsword in an intricately decorated scabbard. He had even found time to shave, which took ten years off his handsome face. Jadic didn't look like a soldier so much as he did a knight.

Jadic is somewhere in his late-twenties, with semi-long, chestnut-brown hair that touches the top of his shoulders. His face is strong and handsome, with deep brown eyes graced by winkles at the corners. When Angela first meets him, he's wearing the shaggiest beard she'd ever seen on a young man. It made him look far older than he was.

He was once a promising young knight, oath-bound to the Kingdom of the Lion. A skirmish against a group of troublesome werewolves raiding villages on the kingdom's outskirts changed the knight's lot forever, when he was wounded and infected by the lycan's curse.

Due to his prior service, he wasn't killed outright; however, he was too dangerous to stay a knight in the King's employ. Jadic instead chose self-exile, and left the Kingdom and the King's service.

Jadic journeyed until he found a pack of good werewolves like himself, a village full of them. They understood his plight and adopted him immediately.

For the last few years, Jadic has lived as a simple woodcutter, earning his lot by day, and protecting his pack's territory by night. Despite his secretive, unfortunate nature, the care and support from his adopted pack has allowed a measure of contentment with the lot life has given him.