Icewulf - Noctre Imperii
Sept 18, 2015 0:00:51 GMT -6
Post by Mokobo on Sept 18, 2015 0:00:51 GMT -6
Gender - Male
Age - 12 Human Years
Race - Wolf
Breed - Arctic
Pack - Noctre Imperii
Rank - Adviser
Vorlfur Rank - Primus (retired)
Kin - Antartica (Mate); Gelu (Son); Zefirino (Son); Aelariah (Daughter)
Appearance - This creature's northern heritage is extremely prominent in his appearance. Even though he is a simple wolf, Icewolf poses a figure that is impressive for such a breed of canine. Despite his advanced age, the male still has the body of an expert warrior. The Defender Mark (a golden mark shaped like a serpent around a dagger) sits proudly upon his right foreleg. A old, long scar winds its ropy way down from beneath that mark. His pelt, thick and silky, is colored a brilliant, pure white. The slightest tint of blue accentuates the brilliance of the light color. Bright blue eyes look at everything with the knowing gaze of a seasoned veteran. Scars beneath his shoulder blades mark where a pair of wings once sprouted, viciously removed during the course of the Great War.
Personality - A veteran of many battles and many councils. He keeps a calm, cool demeanor that bespeaks of the harsh land and life he has come from. This wolf watches everything with wise eyes, and often holds his words for after others have said theirs. Icewulf is loving to his family, loyal to his friends and righteous against his enemies.
Magic - Ice
Spells - Touch of the North: A simple, and manageable ability. Working best in the winter, the magic freezes water molecules in the air and on nearby objects and brings them together for an action of the user's choosing. The larger the force or amount of conjured ice drains the user and particularly difficult feats have a similar effect.
Biography - In days and winters long past, Icewulf was a young warrior far to the north. Kidnapped at a young age, he was drafted, along with many other young pups, into the service of the most notorious band of raiders at the time. These were no mere raiders though, for they were led by the fierce and directed by the cunning. Through many brutal and dishonest battles did Icewulf come upon his martial prowess. He was soon selected, along with others, to reform a group from legend and prophecy; The Elite. The Elite soon became the most feared band of the raiders, their very names curses to all that was whole and good. It was not until Icewulf's first mate and son were slaughtered for vengeance that the leader of the Elite saw how evil they had become. He fled with his brothers from the north, some of them giving their lives so he may yet live. In the new lands they settled Icewulf and his brothers renamed their group the Defenders in the hope that they would do no more evil. Icewulf even found love again, and was the father to a litter from his beloved. It seemed that the war torn veteran had finally found peace. But it was not to be so. A member of the defenders turned on his brothers. All but the few who aligned with the traitor were killed, Icewulf himself being one of them. Yet this was not to be the end of Icewulf. An enigmatic figure from his past brought both Icewulf and his brother Hawke back to life, so they may finish their work. The betrayer was chased from the lands and his allies revenged upon. At last Icewulf could live in the peace he sought after, that was until the Demon War erupted. The aged veteran found himself once more on the battlefield, but this time his own blood joined in the fray. At first Icewulf feared for his sons, even going so far as to outright refuse Gjelu's requests to fight. In the end the father succumbed to his sons, and he was blessed enough to be spared the pain of their deaths. His son Gjelu far exceeded his expectations, and Zefirino became the paragon the pack mustered behind. When the dust of the Demon War had settled, Icewulf went to many of the battle-scarred survivors who had performed great feats in the war. His message to them was all the same; come to the mountains, join together, protect the lands. In this manner was the Vorlfur formed. Surprisingly, Icewulf refused to lead the new group, and instead took an honorary title before returning to the peace he always desired.