Name:
Ivar Hofmeister
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Race/People:
Deus Lycanthrope:
Those who become lycans generally become mad and hungry for blood, seeking to gnaw their flesh into the bodies of the innocent plus the not so innocent before them in a blind bloodlust, however, there have been some cases where some infected Lycanthropes have rejected the primal carnage of the blood have have transcended above regular lycan standards, retaining their sapient intellect, their strength and their minds. Becoming full-fledged intellectual walking Lycanthropes, a mix between both Lycan and Human, becoming superior to their feral cousins in all manners while becoming more intelligent than their human sides. With improved speed, strength, cognitive abilities and smell, Deus Lycans, Ones that have mastered their new found mix of power have the ability to cause massive amounts of destruction or save many lives, it all depends on the will and desires of the person. Deus Lucans however revert back to human form rarely, as they become humans upon the visage of the full moon, rather than in reverse, but will only last a single day.
Deus Lycans also must consume a vast amount of solid and liquid food and drink to maintain their strength, and are much weaker when in their human forms. They are also weak to silver like regular werewolves along with holy magicks.
Appearance:
Ivar physically can be described as a huge 8 foot tall Anthropomorphic dark brown furred wolfman, Possessing sharp wolf ears, crystal like emerald green eyes, and a black nose upon his snout, along with sharp well maintained fangs under his muzzle. Due to his mix of Wolf and Human genes, his body consists of a very athletic and muscular figure, however along his stomach area rests a rather rounded stomach, due to the appetite of the Deus Lycanthrope which helps him maintain his strength (that and being a cook and chef of his own establishment hasn't helped, though it does help with the ratings!), it has made him rather comically fat and adorably soft around the belly, which makes him look a lot less threatening...!
As for his clothing, Ivar wears several gold rings on each finger, for his chestpiece he wears a dark brown doublet, a slightly brighter shade of pigment than his fur, with half the buttons removed from the bottom to the the pudgy werewolfs tank breath, a layer of mithril steel rests under his doublet to give him some protection from attacks, not making him totally armorless, he also wears a silver fauld at his waist and a set of custom made full leg length black dyed and steel armored leather breaches tied to him with a silver dragon scale belt tucked under the fauld, and is unable to wear shoes, or rather decides not to.
Ivar also possesses a full length white cape which can clip at the front and become a full length cloak, the cloak is inscribed with many black pigmented foreign gaelic designs.
Traits:
Skills:
Cooking:
An alchemist brews potions, a mage buffs allies with magicka, but how does Ivar boost the skills of his companions? With a well balanced breakfast of course! Ivar is a professional cook and is known where he comes from well, and thus, using his expert cullinary artes this huge pup can conjure up mouth watering delights, power enhancing meats, spell restoring spirits and the strongest and most health regenerating foods to put your white mages to shame! (exaggerated obviously, but you get the idea XD)
Beast claw fighting techniques:
Being a Lycanthrope, Ivar trained and has learned to use his bodyweight and claws to his advantage to leap, tear and ravage his foes, using his sharp powerful claws to rip apart his opponents or incapacitate them, this style of fighting requires him to be up close to his opponent, providing great power but a lack of range.
Flaws:
Lack of armour:
His lack of much defence leaves him open to wounds as he is assaulted, reducing his defensive capabilities and causing him to take more damage from attacks.
Lycan weaknesses:
Being a Lycan, he is severely weak to silver and holy items, though not as much as a normal lycanthrope, so it requires the silver or holy item buries through his flesh if it wants to cause damage
large target:
Due to the werewolf being so large, it makes him an easy target for arrows and other projectiles.
Personality:
Most would expect a werewolf or a large figure to be imposing dark, broody yada-yada-yada, however! To many peoples surprise, Ivars personality is actually quite an outgoing and positive one, possessing the energy of a puppy, and with the mindset of one on occasion, Ivar is an incredibly protective individual possessing a happy-go-lucky personality, always putting on a cheerful smile and always making sure his allies are kept with high spirits, either by making himself look like a fool or conjuring up a meal for his companions! With his cheerful attitude, Ivar can appear as a jokester and a little bit immature at times, but his heart is mostly in the right place... Aside from eating, it's usually in the right place!
If you enjoy loud, happy and affectionate individuals, you'll find ivar to be quite the friend! Of course, due to his immaturity, he will become incredibly puppyish when it comes to something he wants, causing him to howl, whine and growl on occasion, but those phases are harmless! And come on, who wouldn't find a big canine acting like a puppy adorable?
Background:
As a human, Ivar was born into a middle class family in a fairly populated civilised city named Dierthalia, named after its Queen, Thalia, from description it was described as a city that looked like a tower, with its lower civilians crowded around the bottom, threatened by falling stone and disease, the middle which situated in the middle of this massive tower was where the more elegant working class worked, and died in moderate happiness, and the top, where the nobles and where its castle resided, in the air and with lots of oxygen for its snobby rules to live in.
Ivar was born into a family of culinary artists, being born into such a family helped to improve and make his cooking skills grow while being educated as his middle class education allowed him as such. Ivar studied under both mother and father and was described as a prodigy when it came to cookery, surprisingly being incredibly skilled in many different fields, which saw him being friends with many people around his middle-class circle, and became best friends with a boy his age, known as Wade, who the man would eventually fall in love with, a secret hidden away from the world around them, his life was set out for him the moment he was born, a lover, a well paid life, it was to be a wonderful existence... but as he grew up, things took a turn for the worst, as they always do, by the age of 16.
The Queen of his city was a ruthless one, glorified as a Goddess by the mindless and slandered as a Powerhungry Whore by the less fortunate and intelligent, her craving for power saw her mindlessly invading other territories not under her control, and while she had soldiers, she didn't care for civilian casualties, and with her, it was either obey or die, a stupid woman... the poor were slaughtered as they were forced to be meatshields, while the middle class went on full assault, and the high class stood back with cover and range, Wade and Ivar were in the same batallion, and had to trek along with their unit through a selection of previously undiscovered caverns to reach their target in time, what they didn't know was it was a nesting ground for as you can guess, savage lycanthropes.
To make it short, Wade and Ivar watched their allies get devoured like flies, all while the two tried desperately to work together and save themselves. They were bitten, infected and weak, and were dead men, had luck and skill not had their side, using the caves and powerful fire magic, thanks to wade, the caves collapsed, but not before the two could escape with their lives... They sat out in the blistering heat, under trees, suffering as the infection invested their bodies, and their blood boiled with rage.
Ivar was the lucky one... Wade trembled and twitched, held in his lovers arms, the two shared a single kiss, all while they weeped and bled together. Wade howled in agony, over and over again fear consumed him, all he could say was how he didn't want to die, and how he wanted to be back home, with Ivar comfortable without having to see so much blood. All Ivar could do was weep, and stroke his lover to relax him... but it did nothing. The lycanthropy soon twisted him, and melted his consciousness, turning the once human being into a mad, monstrous fiend, which soon pounced for Ivar, his own lover, intent on consuming his flesh. Ivar, on instinct, was able to dodge it, and Wades throat planted straight into the sharp stump of a tree, his neck completely pierced, causing an echo of pines and growls to escape, as it helplessly flailed, like a dog being shot.
What could Ivar do, kill it? Even if the one he knew as wade had left this world, those eyes still screamed wade, Ivar couldn't do anything but cower and run while the infection coursed through him... eventually he collapsed, and the transformation took place, but the madness never came, he felt stronger, more powerful, even more intelligent... but he wasn't mad, he was stronger... it was incredibly rare for one to overcome such a transformation, but he stood there, tall, and alive... But why couldn't his lover? Why not Wade?
Ivar ran away, and for years hid from the world, he could pass for a civilised humanoid wolf, but the trauma was too much for him to bare, he made clothing for himself, and hid out in the jungles and forests, using his talents to feed himself for over 4 years, it wasn't until he was 20, when he finally decided to set foot in the normal world again.
It felt great however, returning back to a normal civilisation in a normal city, he found out that the city he lived in was torn to shreds, the Queen baptised in fire and stabbed till she bled no more, a fitting end Ivar thought. Living in normal civilisation for 4 years, and setting up a soup kitchen in the poor district of his new living area, he fed and helped the sick, with a little shop named the Puppy Bowl, eventually he would have encountered a group of heroes setting off to stop a necromancer, being told it was a dangerous threat to the world, Ivar felt like he would need to make sure these heroes stayed fed and healthy, and joined them on their quest to stop the necromancer, and survived the ordeal. Along the way to the necromancer he was able to come across a wizard, who placed a bet with Ivar and offered a bag of holding as a reward, and as a trick forced Ivar to offer his mind as a result of a gambling game, however the heroes were relieved as Ivar was able to use tricks to win, and defeated the wizard, and collected the bag of holding, while killing the nefarious wizard in the process.
Between then and now, Ivar, using the money he collected since the journey was able to start up his own Inn, offering luxurious beds, a plethora of mouth watering foods and a cheap cheap price together, giving those with poor incomes the opportunity to live happily, offering him much business and many helpers to make sure the Inn stayed maintained and well kept after, the name of the Inn? The Pudgy Puppy, as a reference to himself. Many references to wade were in the Inn, along with artistic paintings, and menu names for the best Ivar could cook, it's what his late lover would have wanted...
Soon, at age 34, he would have gotten a letter, a letter to meet up with his old companions, how could Ivar not agree? Taking his bag of holding, and as much ingredients as he could, he put the Inn under management of a helper and went to meet his companions again, it would be a wonderful sight to see!
Items
Bag of holding:
A costly satchel which Ivar carries around, conjured by a strange wizard, it allows Ivar to hold the plethora of cooking ingredients and items within its near limitless space, without ever increasing in weight, being a lifesaver for him to hold everything he needs.
Frying pan:
Clean and looking as if it was brand new, Ivar sometimes uses this as a weapon, possessing silver on one side and corrode-nullifying steel on the other, this cooking tool is the perfect item for monster bashing and serving up a couple of sunny side eggs! Mmmm! Nutrients!
Misc
During the original quest, Ivar would have been there to practically feed the group and keep them at their top strength every day, however between then and now, they would have noticed their pudgy friend hasn't exactly been losing the pudginess... if comically having gotten a lot "softer" since last time!