The story so far:
Blood of thousands of men and demons alike have cursed these sacred ground poluting the enivornment. Which has been lost in the sands of time for many of his years on this earth. He was a nothing more then a human boy blessed by the gods for he was only one able to weild the sacred Chaos bow. It's abilites far exceed that of man but yet a man more so a human was able to tame the energies that lay deep within this bow.
Wolfe was highly trained in the arts of killing by the Wolven Clan, a pack of wolves that took human shape at times they were natural born hunters and found him on a training session. Covered in this very same snow but in two inch thick blood surrounded by dead bodies and yet he was playing in as if it was nothing more then water. Splashing about at the age of seven. Surely he knew what he was doing, but as time progressed he was as absent minded about the situation as they were. They took him in and since then he was trained in thier arts and ways. At first he wasn't looked down upon due to the fact that he was a human and no human was in this clan since it began 800 years ago. But the concil of five decide to give pity to this human boy and let him stay with them in the harsh and cold mountains of Japan. At this time the war between the north and south were none existant.