Name:
Hakelyon Whyte-Paw

Age:
Mid-twenties

Physical Description
Hakelyon’s  normal appearance: He is extremely tall, standing at 7, his build is muscular powerful and yet lean from years of running and something else that keeps him from gaining too much weight.  His hair is waist length and a mixed bag of different colors: Mainly golden brown but within are hanks of black, white, dark brown, fiery orange, and pale gray strands from different situations.  Hakelyon’s eyes are an amber gold, with speckles of green and blue, and possess slit pupils.  His hands are normal looking but for retractable claws that give him the occasional annoyance when he cannot always hide them.  His facial features resemble that of a lion, and he still has the agility and senses of that particular animal.  If looked at closely, his ears have slight tufts of hair at what seem to be points on the top of them.  When he opens his mouth to speak, his canines are more pronounced than what would be considered truly human.  He also has a light covering of fur that keeps him warmer than normal human hair.  He wears plain clothing, with no ornamentation that gives notice of what rank he might have connected to his name.

The illusion based appearance that Halgar Chance presents to others:  A fairly tall man who is 6’2”, lean muscular, clearly a former mercenary or guard.  His hair is a dirty blond that is rather long and bound into a single braid.  His eyes are a murky hazel bluish-green.  His features are weatherworn and rawboned.  Not the most handsome of fellas, but one who can be trusted to know what he’s doing in a fight.  He wears neat and plain clothing, usually in neutral colors of gray, brown, green, and sometimes blue, not too dark, not too light, with only a simple status knot or cord.  He does not care for fancy trimmings on his clothing that could easily present a  problem if he were in a close fight.

His other form, when he’s not with a caravan or in town, but actually scouting for a night’s camp….He shapeshifts into his lion form, not easy and very painful and weakening for him in that he is vulnerable and loses much blood.  He cannot sustain it for more than eight hours at most.  He has a golden brown hide, a mane of reddish, black,  and brown coarse hair, three of his paws and tail are dark brownish-black, the fourth, front paw, is white.  He is about five feet off the ground on all four paws and is a very large, cunning, wild animal.

Personality/ Attitude
Quiet, still getting used to being a human, though he has been one since he was tricked into a Change Circle.  Human emotions are still rather a puzzle to him, but so far he has managed to grasp the basic concepts of what they generally lived by.  Now he has his own personal code of ethics that would have surprised others who had hunted and known him as a Change Lion.  He has leadership qualities but tends to be secretive and stubborn when asked about his background, most of which he does not remember.  When he makes friends, he keeps them for as long as they are alive and well. He does not have much compassion for those whom he may deem as weak and greedy.  He has been known to follow odd examples of chivalry that some foolhardy Heralds had set in past legends. Despite his outspoken beliefs that they’re crazed idiots, he respects them, having eluded more than a few when he’d been hunted down as a thieving conscienceless thing that had been twisted by magic and better off dead than alive.  What magic usage that he does employ, it is for keeping his own personal health good.  He does not think in terms of truly good or bad, but looking to the needs of a pride, though he has none of his own and has not since becoming more human than what others of his kind viewed acceptable and had tried to kill him as well.

Brief History
Too put it simply, Hakelyon was a ChangeLion who was tricked into a Change circle by one of his own and some kind of mage who thought he’d be a good experiment for seeing what a Circle could do.  The young lion went through it, and came out completely twisted, charred and one unnaturally tall human male, around the age of eighteen or nineteen; in other words, lucky to be alive.  Abandoned and vulnerable, the Changechild was rescued by a woodsman who thought there were some redeemable traits in the frightened, aggressive young male who clearly had no idea of what had happened to him  He  recognized in the twisted mass of flesh, fur, and bone, the once proud elusive Hakelyon WhytePaw, that he’d been referred to by both humans and other prides of Change Lions who had abandoned him when it became clear that he would not likely survive what had happened to him.

The man was called Jon Chance, and after managing to get the sick feverish man to his cottage, soon discovered that stupid the boy was not.  He was able to teach him things that a simple woodsman should likely not have known.  The young man learned how to understand customs, though half of them he thought were foolish.  Hakelyon chose a different name for himself, Halgar Chance, surprising the man who had basically brought him from his basic animalistic self.  Halgar still preferred eating raw meat, but only did it when he was desperate and alone.  He was given fundamental training in how to use the strange gifts that had opened up in his mind, none of which Hakelyon wanted to have anything to do with.  He still had some abilities from being a Changelion, and then he discovered how they could work hand in hand, to make his life more easier in understanding men, women, and other animals.  He was able to figure out how to avoid trouble with authorities and owners of stores.  There was a period of when he was adjusting his abilities and becoming an accomplished thief.  Halgar didn’t like what he was doing and tried to figure out what he could do with his life, such as it was.  Finally he learned of a caravan needing a guard or scout, preferably one who had fighting experience against raiders, thieves, and things that were uncanny.  He made his good byes to Jon who was relieved to see that he had found something to do.  The man died soon after Halgar had left, but the young man did not know about it until later.  He grieved, but in the sense that there was one less person who truly understood him.  Halgar grew to enjoying his wandering life as a guard and scout, meeting other new people and learning more of different dialects.

Four years had passed since he had joined the caravan and saved his money. The caravan owner, who had more of those than was truly necessary, offered him a deal of where he bought off the two wagons and other accoutrements and he could take over the trail route between the borders of Karse, Rethwellan and Valdemar.  Halgar was skeptical of the offer, since he knew the areas all too well back from his raiding days.  Since he truly wanted to be independent and his  own master, he took up the challenge and thus began his new life as a caravan master.  Halgar was patient, learning from others when he spoke to them of the pitfalls, and figuring out those whom he could not trust, and made sure to spike any possible problems on their part.

Goals in life
He is a leader of his own caravan that travels to many different countries. 

Gifts
What he still possesses from his Changelion days:

Shapeshifting to lion form – limited eight hours max, could go feral if in it any longer.

Invisibility/Illusion (mind magic in some form, dunno what though) which is fairly powerful in that he can make it last for almost two days before he needs to stop, and vanish from sight for the amount of days (3) to recharge and not burn out.

Opened through the Change Circle:

(minor) Empathy (very weak only works if there is someone within five feet of him)

(minor) Mindspeech – receptive only.

Position:
Leader of a small caravan (two wagons or so)