Post by VIKTOR on Mar 11, 2015 17:36:26 GMT -5
VIKTOR
NICKNAME(S): Vik'
PRONUNCIATION: [VIK-tor]
POSITION: Freior
BASICS
AGE: Five
GENDER: Male
BREED: Grey Wolf
HEIGHT: 31" at the shoulder
APPEARANCE: Vickor is a classic example of the grey wolf's build with a stocky body, thick neck, and lithe, muscled limbs. He sports a shorter tail than average, as well as an obvious snaggletooth which causes his lower canines to jut out from under his lips. His base color is a very light grey, which can be confused for white, that steadily transitions to a bold black and grey peppered saddle marking down his back. The color of the "cap" across the dome of his skull consists of muted greys which fade into cream across his ears. His coat is thick and coarse, prone to snags merely because of its inability to disentangle easily. The most color Vikor possesses is the mellow gold of his eyes, which are usually narrowed. He always has something to look at, and the intensity of the color on a pale background causes them to stand out, piercing through the whiteness.
PERSONALITY
Vikor is a rational creature. As an intelligent being, he considers himself experienced in the game of life, but at the same time possesses a healthy thirst for adventure before . He wouldn't prefer to settle down at the moment due to his single status, but he would willingly change his mind if the right wolf said the word, be it through a romantic relationship or a vow of loyalty to another. To most, he comes off at first as aloof, and even hostile. Do not mistake it for hardheartedness, as he would give every inch of himself for the ones he cares for, but doesn't tolerate liars and cheats. He has been known to let his bad boy attitude slip when he spots a lady of his liking, but at the same time does not tend to form obsessive complexes. He is not overly suave, flashy, nor pig-headed, but is capable of backing up his threats with an unyielding blow.
FATHER: UNK.
MOTHER: Morgana
SIBLINGS: Lyukas (M)
HISTORY
Viktor's father came and went with the spring as quickly as winter vanished the year of his birth. His mother, a brutish woman, chased the dastardly fiend off not soon after their courtship, turning to her small family group for comfort in her pregnancy. She hadn't intended to venture off for an evening meeting, but his words were too alluring.
The male left Morgana with a pair of fuzzy burdens. Their land hadn't produced good prey in several years, and with more mouths to feed, the family group decided to move to greener climates, even after spending all of their lives on this lonely mountainside. They greeter Ravensbrück with hungry bellies, and thrived in an area that while seemed still scarce of prey, possessed more than they could have imagined in their old land.
Viktor and his brother grew quickly after arriving in Ravensbrück, blooming into strapping young adults. When at last it was determined they could fend for themselves, a long time of uneventful life later, they set off together to start their own packs. At first, they struggled with finding food, but after a time, Viktor and his brother split off, figuring that on their own they seemed to be less of a threat than they would be together.