Now that we looked at how to get a group together and to get a the players hand book and create a character. now we look at the character it self. Here is a story of one of the players in my game that I GM/DM. MY STORY!! It is a cold wet morning, as it has been for a week now. This forsaken rain doesn't seem to ever let up. HOW DID I GET HERE?!? After waking up seven days ago under a blackberry bush with no memory of who I am, nor my past. I would guess my age to be roughly fourteen, but who knows? After filling up on berries, I followed the rhythmic noise of axes hitting wood and discovered a nearby logging community. It did not take long before I was approached by the local Warden, a Ranger named Eagle Eye most likely because he had a patch over one eye, yet does not appear to miss anything. He obviously noticed I was an orphan and offered a helping hand, allowing me to take up residence in his stables where I made friends with two horses, and a dog. On this day though I was following a cat who appeared to be spying on me. Unfortunately I lost it after two hundred yards to the forest floor. A little irritated at my lack of tracking abilities I went to find Eagle Eye. With some begging he agreed to teach me how to track. For the next month he taught me the difference in the local animals, the tracks they make and the knowledge of weight so if I am hunting I do not find myself on the trail of a young animal that is not worthy of a meal. He spent the next month teaching me how to avoid local dangers, and how to recognize potential dangers where the predators are involved. How they hide in wait for an ambush, how they pick up scents to track their prey down, among other things. By month three, I was following this cat further and further every day. Learning habits and finding random areas where the cat appeared to rest. Today however I have followed the cat for several miles into the forest. Peering into a small clearing through the leaves of a nearby bush I'm witnessing an odd occurrence. The cat has met up with several other cats... nine in total. Fitting huh, considering cats are supposed to have nine lives? hah! Well, I obviously needed to work on my skills of stealth because all nine cats look straight at me. Frightened, I began to run. As futile as that mode of defense was because all nine cats were on me within minutes. They were not attacking me though, or attempting to hurt me in any fashion. To my surprise one of the cats shouted out in common; STOP!! As if commanded by magic, or was it curiosity? My legs stopped immediately, lurching me forward, causing me to fight for balance. As I straighten all nine cats were looking at me in anticipation. This is when they all begin to transform to my alarm. To my embarrassment I shout in fear; LYCONTRHOPE! The cats now fully transformed inform me that not they are not lycanthrope, but instead something better. It was also hard to avoid the obviously naked beautiful women standing in front of me as they tell me they are what is known as; "Masters of Many Forms". At this point I was lost in thought. They had been telling me while my mind was in turmoil and then began to repeat it, explaining that I had potential to become a Master of Many Forms myself. That they had been watching me since I came to this area. How remarkable, I had the potential to shape shift! Averting my eyes, clearing my throat and intrigued I asked how. For the next few months they taught me how to change into a variety of animals; cats, dogs, cows, bulls, and eventually one of the larger predators, a tiger. They taught me the specialties of these forms too, from perfect balance, to the stalking power of and animals stealth. But the most powerful tool was the ability to take in scents and understand what it was I was smelling. With this new found ability, and the knowledge bestowed upon me it was now time to take on the role of adventurer. I must find my own way within the world. Most importantly discover more forms I can catalogue, and learn their secrets.