Post by The Director on Apr 25, 2011 15:11:38 GMT -6
Wulfgar Fenrisulfr
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
Full Name: Wulfgar Fenrisulfr
Nicknames: Wulf, the Celtic Wolf
Physical Age: looks about 30 but is 1180 years old
Date of Birth: May 5th 830 AD
Hometown: Shetland area of Scotland
Current Residence: New Orleans
Occupation: Council leader
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Wolf shifter
Affiliations: Good
Gender: Male
Hair: blond
Eyes: Icy blue
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 200 lbs
Body Type: muscular and well toned
Best Feature: his eyes
Worst Feature:
Sexuality: Straight as they come. Hes all man.
Personal Style: He likes leather and comfort clothing. He can dress up for Council stuff but its generally leather.
Face Claim: Alexander Skargard
Abilities:
Wulf is as bad ass as they come. Hes a hellish fighter with royal shifter blood making him stronger, faster and more lethal than most. Hes also got a bit of berserker blood to him so hes not a guy to piss off.
Personality:
Wulf is a fiercely loyal man with a dangerous edge. Usually cool and level headed, hes hell on wheels and nice to have at your back in a fight. Being centuries old, he has more wisdom and knowledge than most suppies and he chooses to blend in where he can. He isn't an easy man to get to know. There is a hard edge about him that assures a person he can been unmerciful when needed and isn't afraid of taking action if its deserved. His Celtic/Viking heritage is stamped firmly upon his demeanor and bearing.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Rock music
• A good fight
• Scotch
• racing bikes
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Evil peeps
• warm beer
• cats
• opera music
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Highly trained warrior
• Very Intelligent
• Cultured
• A good strategist
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Temper
• Can be Impatient
• His family
• stubbornness
Mother: Meara Fenrisulfr
Father: Falkner Fenrisulfr
Siblings: Camden, Brom, Kaera,
Others: Fallen brother in law, Banning
Bio:
Born the oldest son of of a royal Celtic/Viking line, Wulfgar was one of the original children of a new dynasty. His grandfather, having arrived on Scotland land, conquered the territory and took the daughter of a Celtic Prince to wife. Having fallen in love with said woman, Falkner Fenrisulfr decided to stay in this new, wild world in order to please her and to establish a new holding for himself. This lead to the birth of Wulfgar's father and finally, himself.
At a young age, Wulfgar knew that they were different from others. The blood that ran through his veins was of royalty in more ways than one. With it came the ability to shift into the form of a wolf and run with the wild winds. Legends and myths were told of his kind but in their village, it was just a normal occurance. Even as young children, the youth of the town would shift into pup form and romp like imps. Wulfgar was no different although something told him that this could be dangerous. To complicate this, his Viking side had the blood of the berserkers in it. It was a combination that would make him a legend in time and one of the most feared commanders in the world.
Like every male of his time, the young adonis was trained as a warrior from the time he could hold a sword. Fighting and battle came easy to him and he quickly gained a reputation of fierceness. This though, was tempered by the close knit family he had and the love he bore his siblings. Especially his baby sister, Kaera.
When his best friend, Banning Valdanshe fell in love with said sister, Wulfgar couldn't have been more pleased. His sisters gentle soul was well matched by his friends strong arm and courageous heart. They were a perfectly matched couple and Wulf could only wish them the best when asked for his blessing. The announcement of her pregnancy was a time of rejoicing and it seemed that joy would live in the village again.
Unfortunately, fate had something else in mind.
While out on a hunting mission, Wulfgar's villiage was attacked and almost everyone slaughtered. Arriving home, the warrior was heart sick to find Banning and his two youngest brothers dead while Kaera suffered the loss of her baby and maybe her own life. Vowing to the gods that he would give them anything if only his baby sister lived, the young man sat for days beside her bed until she awoke. When she did, he held her and promised her retribution for the deeds done to her and their family.
Shortly after, he left and attacked the clan responsible for the slaughter. Word had reached the mortal village of their abilities and they had attack because they feared the powers of the shape shifters. Sick with disgust and disbelief, Wulf had hunted the men who'd tortured his sister and killed them brutally before taking the heads back to the devestated blond.
It was the beginning of a bloody, brutal path for Wulf. Striving to protect his family, he dominated the territory and then when he needed too, he moved them away from the ancestral homes. As time went on, he was forced to adjust to the "civilizing" of nations and develop ways to control the animal inside.
During one such time, he meet up with another fighter by the name of Tyreese Gla'Dour. Due to the similarities in their nature, the two bonded and became brothers in arms through battle, blood shed and general disgust with mortals. Through out the centuries, they've becomes as close as brothers and Wulf respects him like none other.
One of the founders of the Council of the Otherworld, Wulf runs it with a cool head and calm logic. His words is law and he's not a man to cross.
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