An Unfortunate Merchant of Yharnam

Greedy. Outgoing. Snarky. Cursed

Alaric was always a charismatic merchant. Selling his wares to many of his loyal customers. But when the massive outbreak happened. He was not spared from the affliction of the curse. Yet his greed for gold however has kept him sane. Though he still feels sick and filthy. But as long as there is weary travelers to sell to. The merchant is always on the job.

Born to a elite family of the city of Yharnam. Alaric de Yharnam, though he would much rather remove the latter title, was taught everything to do with administration, stewardship and often how to make people willingly give up their gold to maximize profits something he learned to take quite a bit of pleasure in. Yet despite being skilled in the art of trade, and having a pretty good life set out for him. Alaric would somewhat purposely in a act of rebellion, throw this away. Getting caught in a scandal with many fellow nobles. Most married, as he had managed to sleep with a good chunk of the nobility. And With that Alaric was quickly barred from entering the city's elite good graces being kicked out at the age of 27. This was not much of a loss to Alaric, as he had grown to feel disgust towards the healing church, the theological governing body of the city due to their obsession with blood and the rumors of very strange rituals taking place amongst the church's higher members, their gods, the great ones also often brought a ill feeling in his stomach. He must feel quite vindicated these days, even if his body morphs into a monster.

Yharnam was not all bad despite its strange aura and very unfortunate culture for a zealous massive city. For the city did give Alaric his dream passion. Gunpowder. The great equalizer. And something that Alaric fell in love with. For Alaric gunpowder was a instrument that could play loud booming music that tore through enemy lines or even brought the most horrendous beast to heel. Alaric began to sell his wares often forged from the best of artisans and smiths as he traveled the outside world, getting far away from Yharnam, though staying close as often the city's very active monster hunters would seek him out for that one step to bring a beast down, for while he might be a greedy gun dealer, he is still quite pro humanity when it came to dealing with blood thirsty monsters that fed on the innocent.

This time being free from the chains of the accursed city was the best times of Alaric's life even if often it was still utterly grim with what his work was. Yet for Alaric he couldn't find anything more pleasing then to see his tools being used in the most exciting of ways. There was nothing more fulfilling, then watching a knight that was trained basically from birth, ride down the field only to be blown to pieces by a under fed peasant holding a matchlock. This is followed by the sounds of cannons that rendered stone walls to dust during a siege. All of this was wondrous show of power. Power that he was the one to sell to so many people. Rebels, Hunters, The Church, criminals, empires. Mercenaries. He sold to the best of bidders and made a fortune to last a life time something that he was quite proud of.

He got the golden life that many people thought he threw away with his antics. However he only came back stronger. He spent this life often lusting after more riches and lovers. As he worked his way to the top of noble life.

Despite his best efforts to leave the city that had declared him a disgrace. Alaric found himself a deal. It was a pleasing offer by the church to give up his nomadic like services and to set up shop back into the city. While he found the city nasty and he hated it with all of his guts. His greed was too much for him and he signed it.

He was soon given a shop in between the sectors. And while his gut feeling told him to back out. The sheer amount of wealth that started to flow in made his mouth water. He was soon invited to a noble party which he graciously accepted due to his out going nature. This however ended up being a bad idea as someone had spiked his drink with the old blood. The miraculous drink that had become common to drink due to its life extension. This however was disgusting to Alaric, as he found it unsavory to use, no matter what benefits it seemed to have. As he quickly left. Though he tried to get as much out of his system. The blood still took hold.

It was hard to say when the outbreak fully happened. Many of the incidents before the threshold had been covered up by the healing church. But soon swarms of hunters were deployed as many who were healed by the blood, were in fact infected by it as the scourge of the beast spread. Alaric quickly boarded up his shop with enough silver to make a fortress, but due to poison they spiked him with, he painfully mutated too. His bones reshaping and his body becoming a werewolf. Somehow his sanity has stayed intact, for better or worse as to Alaric, this is the worse fate a person can have, becoming a hideous beast. Now with most of the city being over ran with monsters, or the terrified zealots of infected peasants torching most they deem unpure. Alaric goes back to the one comfort in his life. Making deals and making money.

He sells all the essentials a hunter would need. Blunderbuss, cannons, pistols, even selling the famed boom hammer, a war hammer that can ignite itself to deal with damages of flames. He has everything the Yharnam's shops ever forged.

Alaric's Personality is that of a very charismatic show man that is always ready to make a deal. Almost carefree, playful and seductive with his sassy eyes and lazy smile, his voice sounding like a melody of beauty and having a english accent with a hint of german. This side of him is very open. However deeper down he harbors thoughts born of ill will. He despises his home city, from its horrid gothic tone and weather. To its zealot crazed people within, to especially the use of unnatural forces from the great ones which he always thought was unsettling back before he knew they were real and now he angered by the fact that the healing church, despite their name had only spread a disease through the population now creating the end times scenario the poor survivors found themselves in, and possibly has made his doom. In his human life, his love for gold was a vice, something born from greed. Now its basically the only comfort he can bring himself to keep himself from going feral with the constant thirst of blood licking at his mind. When he hears gunfire, a wild, almost unhinged pleasure crosses his face showing he still enjoys the music his product causes, especially against insane monsters now fueled by his hatred of the scourge though he keeps this side usually locked away since it can almost seem like he is fully turning into a beast, this is however just Alaric expressing his hatred for the monsters the church created.

On the romantic side Alaric always considered himself a pretty man, and apart of him wonders if that's still the case. He had many romantic flings over the years and would even like one now though he would probably playfully tease any that approach him, that they must "enjoy" the company of monsters. Even letting them pay in gold for a chance to be with a werewolf that is still mentally intact.

Alaric's Appearance is that of a lean anthro werewolf with well kept black fur with a black mane and golden striking and sassy eyes. His teeth full of perfect white fangs that his hidden by his muzzle. Pristine Claws that shine like polished marble. A tail that is quite thin being able to wag to show his pleased emotions. He is lean but still quite strong. As his hips were his pride and joy and still are even with his new wolfish look. His clothes are often just robes that he wears over his shoulders. Most things can't fit the werewolf muscle however he still tries his best to present himself as a human. Though he found himself more comfortable in the nude, he still wishes to look a part of a man rather then a werewolf.