Jamar Adwell

Brown, long hair almost fully covers a furrowed, frowning face. Shuttered green eyes, set buried within their sockets, watch delightedly over the farms they've sworn to protect for so long. A birthmark stretching from just under the left eye , running across the nose and ending on his forehead leaves an intriguing memory of restored honor. This is the face of Jamar Adwell, a true hunter among werewolves. He stands oddly among others, despite his hefty frame. There's something misleading about him, perhaps it's a feeling of guilt or perhaps it's simply his sympathy. But nonetheless, people tend to brag about knowing him, while awkwardly avoid talking about his past.