Banning Vuldanshe - The Berserker Wolf Apr 29, 2011 9:32:12 GMT -6
Post by Banning Vuldanshe on Apr 29, 2011 9:32:12 GMT -6
Banning Anghus Vuldanshe
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
Just remember me
I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,
It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun
I'm with you
Whenever you tell, my story
For I am all I've done
Full Name: Banning Anghus Vuldanshe
Nicknames: 'Bane'...of Wulf's existance
Physical Age: Over 1000 years old
Date of Birth: You do the math
Hometown: Shetland area of Scotland
Current Residence: New Orleans
Occupation: Currently...just your average wandering homeless man, but was once the Second to Wulfgar.
Relationship Status: Mate to Kaera Fenrisulfr and eternally hers.
Character Type: Wolf shifter
Hair: Can vary between close crew cut or a curly dirty blond mess.
Eyes: Sky blue, almost light grey
Body Type: Tall and lanky, he seems like your average bean pole…well, a ‘bean pole’ that can lift a grown man, twirl him a few times over his head, then chuck him into the next room.
Best Feature: His smile.
Worst Feature: His temper
Sexuality: Very straight…and has eyes for only one woman.
Personal Style: Prefers comfortable work boots, jeans and loose fitting shirts.
Face Claim: Paul Walker
Abilities: Like any good shifter, Banning has the increased strength and healing abilities, along with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a wolf. He has increased senses, and has been known to turn into a berserker when provoked. During this state, he feels no pain and cannot be reasoned with until everyone in a ten mile radius is dead or in hiding.
Brought up in the usual Norse/Celtic manner, Banning is the epitome of a he-man. He’s fiercely independent, can’t ask for help to save his life, and is fiercely protective of those he loves. He also has quite the possessive streak, and has been known to hoard things for ‘future use.’ He doesn’t take criticism well, has the worst temper on the planet, will lash out at those he dislikes…
And sports the most gentle soul on the planet. Though he talks tough and growls a lot, he has a very strict notion of right and wrong, and is loyal to a fault. And, where his wife is concerned, he can transform from a bloodthirsty berserker into an overstuffed teddy bear.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Kaera Fenrisulfr
• Animal Planet (he thinks it’s hilarious)
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Being contradicted
• Arguing; he’s more of a fan of action
Strengths: (At least 4)
• His berserker side can feel no pain
• Is a born strategist
• Has a strict moral compass
• His chivalrous nature
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Anything that has to do with his wife’s safety
• His family
• His certain ‘hoarding disorder’
• His berserker nature
Mother: Goran Vuldanshe
Father: Amaret Vuldanshe
Others: Kaera Fenrisulfr, wife, soul mate
Wulf Fenrisulfr, best friend, pack mate
Brom Fenrisulfr, brother from another mother
Tyreese Gla’Dour, annoying friend-stealer, favorite sparring partner and punching bag (or so he likes to say)
Like his best friend, Wulf Fenrisulfr, Banning was born and raised to a Celt/Norse bloodline that favored war and battle above all else. He was taught to fight, to protect, to be loyal to his Clan and respect the animal that resided inside of him. There was nothing more honorable than to die for those he loved; go down to Hell with the souls of his enemies dragged down with him.
And as such, it was really no surprise when Banning began to show signs of the berserker. Unlike most of his kin, there seemed to be not two, but three beings within the domineering shifter. There was the human, a born prankster and prickly, prideful man who loved nothing more than a good sparring match with his brothers and a drink at the local tavern. There was also the wolf, beta of their little group and as cunning as their brother fox.
Then, there was the berserker. Seemingly brought out under duress, strong emotion and summoned by the adrenaline rush of battle, the fierce monster rose from the sane, conscientious shell of its host with one goal in mind: kill everything. Even from an early age, it was common practice to keep chains on the teaching yards, as sometimes, when lessons got a bit too in depth, the only way to calm the snarling beast was to restrain him.
…Well, that and a particularly angelic voice that the berserker never failed to react to. Unlike her brothers, their culture called for Kaera Fenrisulfr, Princess to the clan and sister to his best friend, was taught to fight and to nurture. While the faces of his brothers, his friends, made the monster crave for blood…the younger Fenrisulfr’s made the damn thing purr.
It was then, that Banning Vuldanshe knew that he’d found his true mate. With the single minded determination that was his trademark, he pursued the beautiful woman and was rewarded with her consent to marriage. He’d never loved someone so thoroughly, and for two heavenly years, lived in marital bliss with his best friend, his one, eternal love.
With a jibe about his ‘being whipped,’ Wulf and the other men left the village to bring back food for the clan. Being fiercely protective by nature, nothing aside from death could pull Banning from his pregnant wife, and with a nonchalant air, the shifter remained in the village, content to bask in his whipped state. He was happy, he was in love, he had everything a man could ever ask for…
And he lost it all in the short span of four hours. Like a plague, a neighboring clan burst through their defenses, tearing through his fellow clan members like a plague. Men were killed in front of their wives, women were brutalized in front of their children, and babes slaughtered for the attackers’ own enjoyment. Banning, using the berserker, did his best to hold off the warriors, to protect his family…but it was no use.
It took him so damn long to die, and through it all, he was forced to watch his wife attacked. As he breathed his last breath, he watched his son’s soul slowly rise upward from his mother’s womb, and Kaera keen her loss to the skies above. A white light enveloped him, though he tried his best to hang onto the battered body clutched in her wife’s arms…but he couldn’t stay. Voices whispered to him, begging him to let go.
But he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. It was in this way that Banning Vuldanshe, once feared warrior in the Fenrisulfr Clan, proud husband and expectant father, became naught but a shade. With a mixture of pity and spite, the Gods cursed him to forever walk the world, tied to his mate. She couldn’t hear him, see him or feel his touch, but he could fulfill his desire to never be parted from her…until she died herself. At the same time, he could visit her in her dreams, with the knowledge that, in doing so, her sanity would slowly fade away. If he ever told her of his existence, alerted her to the fact that he wasn’t a dream, he would be cast into the mortal world without his memories.
Damn the Gods and their fickle sense of justice. But, for better or worse, it is in this way that Banning spends eternity, linked to his wife and refusing to leave her side.