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{NAME}Van Hvethrungson
{ALIASES}n/a
{AGE}30
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male, pansexual, and very opportunistic about that fact.
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Lycanthrope, Sionadyaki
{HEIGHT/BUILD}6', powerful build
{OCCUPATION}Mostly REVENGE
{RESIDENCE}Where he can not get that there wet dog smell
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}Build; Van is a big boy. He grew up gangly on the tundra, long-limbed and a little awkward, but has since grown into his build with ease. He maintains a heavy coating of muscle, though it's clear there has been rapid back and forth, with stretch marks from when he grew too fast for his skin, or possibly from periods after famine. He doesn't have much of a fat layer on him to help, used to lean winters and hard work.
Color; Van doesn't spend much time in direct sunlight, and it shows. He prefers to move during twilight or late hours if he can help it, and keeps under trees when he can't. His skin is pale as a result, a sharp contrast to his hair, which is a deep, rich black. He wears his hair long, and keeps it miraculously clean and combed, to where if given some proper lighting it would downright shimmer in the sun. His eyes are a sharp pale gold, much like the color of wheat, lined in brown and deeply unsettling to stare into.
Alterations; There's a good few hints to what must have been a rough life. Van has a deep scar over one side of his mouth, deep enough to have split the lip at a point and rather poorly tended after the fact. As such he seems to wear a near-permanent snarl, and it doesn't take much to expose just how sharp his canines are.
Modifications; Has stick and poke tattoos of the sun and crescent moon, one on either hand right over the thumb. These have faded so fantastically with time that they're barely visible as anything distinct anymore.
Accessories; Van dresses fairly plain. Dark breeches, simple boots, and a long-sleeved tunic. When it's colder, he has a kind of cloak made from furs to wear over his shoulders, but not much else. The brightest part of his wardrobe are thin, woven braids of threading, bright red and appearing like they've only been put in place yesterday. He wears a single one around each wrist and ankle. There is no discernible knot to show where these braids begin or end, and nothing can cut through them. Van has tried. A lot.
{PERSONALITY}So, guy's got a temper; But tell me you wouldn't be a bit quick to bite if you'd been kidnapped and experimented on for years?
Animal-lover; Van might hunt for his dinner, but he's genuinely gentle about the kill. He doesn't maim, and consistently takes the time to properly honor whatever creature keeps him going for the next couple of days. He likes to make things out of hides, furs, antlers and bones if he's forced to stay still for a long while, and will decorate his temporary home with what, at first glance, seems terribly devilish hanging chimes. His consideration for furry and feathered friends, however, does not at all extend to the more bipedal sorts, and he has a distinct distrust of humans and humanoid creatures until proven otherwise.
Energy to burn; Van acts like someone who is just constantly suffering from cabin fever. He needs to be moving, running, climbing, literally ANYTHING that means he can end the day sweaty and exhausted. When he gets pent up, he gets frustrated, and when he gets frustrated, he's more prone to losing his temper, and losing his temper means someone's about to get into a fistfight and Van ain't gonna let them win.
Fun Facts!:- Is pretty good at fishing, though he doesn't really like the fish in Serendipity's river systems as much as oceanic fare.
- Bites his nails. A lot.
- Is spectacularly offended by certain smells, and will walk right out of a room without a word.
- Surprisingly, loves baths, and will wash as often as he can get away with it.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}Inherited Lycanthropy; Under normal circumstances, Van is capable of transforming at will into various "stages" of wolf. Currently, he's stuck as mostly human, and only if he's particularly worked up do more of his wolfish traits "bleed through" in the form of claws and teeth. It's never enough though, and the action ends up frustrating him more than not.
{RELATIONSHIPS}The Mage; So this well-to-do Serenian mage makes this trip to Thanatos, looking to incorporate what he can learn there to his own arcane repertoire. So this guy, right, he goes and he speaks to a diviner, and finds out that he's gonna die in a werewolf attack back home. So, like any sane individual, this mage naturally decides, hey, can't do me a huge-ass murder if you can't become a huge-ass wolf-creature, right? And he starts experimenting on imported lycanthropes from other points in the continent, has a whole huge tower of horrors going on complete with dissections and pieces in jars. And then, to top it all off, as if this could not possibly get worse? Dude disappears. Just, up and never returns back to his studies one day. So now Van has to go FIND the guy in order to
absolutely murder him.
The Bitch; Kharon was the mage's unfortunate apprentice at the time of Van's imprisonment. Their relationship is deeply complicated.
The Boys; Two massive shaggy black dogs that Van has picked up and who follow him everywhere. They're fiends for carrots, and the fact that they're easily bribed with them mean they're not as good of guard dogs as Van would prefer.
{HISTORY}One day there's going to be epics told about how Van took a wizard's head off. One day.
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