Wulfar was born and raised in Klausenburg. Son of a woodsman, he learned early on that dangerous creatures lurked in the forest at night. One evening as he bundled up a last load of wood, Wulfar realized that night had fallen. Hoisting his load, he quickly moved toward the forest’s edge, but found his way blocked by a snarling wolf with glowing red eyes.
He dropped the wood and reached for his dagger, his only weapon, just as the wolf leapt for him, jaws agape. He slashed at the creature’s belly, opening jagged wounds. Somehow, the wolf failed to close its mouth on his throat and he threw the beast aside. To his astonishment and horror, the wolf seemed to be laughing at him. As he watched, the wolfs wound sealed shut and it advanced on him again.
Wulfar fled. Sporadically throughout the night, the wolf chased him, never quite closing in on him, always herding him away from civilization and safety. Just before dawn, when Wulfar collapsed from exhaustion, the wolf shimmered and a man stood before him. Telling Wulfar he had done well and was a worthy son, Mitru the Hunter, Gangrel Prince of Klausenburg Embraced the young woodsman.
Wulfar learned what he was and how to survive on his own. When he had mastered the basics, Mitru returned and claimed him as his childe. Now Wulfar hunts by his sire’s side and tries to prevent the further encroachment of Western civilization on Eastern wilderness.
Taller than average, with the musculature of an axeman, Wulfar has blond hair (which is usually matted with dirt or stained green by grass and leaves) and pale-green eyes. His fingernails are permanently extended into claws and he has sprouted long, blond hair all over his body. He looks more like most people’s conceptions of a werewolf than a vampire. Wulfar wears brown homespuns and leather, and carries an axe, a dagger, and a bow and arrows.
Apparent Age: 17
Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Disciplines: Animalism 2, Celerity 2, Fortitude 2, Protean 2
Transylvania Chronicles I, p. 79