barkmeat2

A Wolf's Love

@barkmeat2
Ah I suppose. He's totally going to meet her :p

@ViolentViolet

Lol, I have no problem with that. Ill look forward to it.

A Wolf's Love

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So a couple points to mention. Characters are meant to be posted in the OOC until accepted. Second, there's already two Enforcer's in the pack - Lucio and James - so he can't be an Enforcer unfortunately. He can become one later, depending on the outcome of our little plot. Third, he needs to know Cass ;) She was park of Damian's pack before they were slaughtered. Oh and you should talk to Merlin too

@ViolentViolet

oops my bad, yeh ill got on all that. But on the Cass thing, he only knew Damien for a week, and he came to Canada only when Damien had already set up the new pack.

A Wolf's Love

"Cyka blyat, you hit like a truck... Best 5 of 7!"

Appearance -





Name: Maxim "Maks" Vsevolodovich
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationships:

Damien Lee- Old Friend

Personality:

Occupation: On leave from Russian Army. Mostly pension and savings.

Personality

Good friends are hard to come by. As such one must be vigilant to keep those you find. Enjoy your time with them. Make jokes, drink, share a bawdy tale. And if someone crosses a friend, then may God have mercy on their soul.

Biography:

Bio

Born to a small rural town of typical Russian stock with the addition of a small family of Wolves. His family was pretty quiet about it, but as far as Maks knew, his Grandfather was the forebear, getting bit sometime during WW2. As such days went by like this: Get up, go to work or school, drink, go to bed. Pretty trivial stuff. It wasn't until a stranger came into town- Maks had been drinking and the new face seemed like a good fight. Boy was Maks right, the other townsmen were never an challenge, but in this fight the newcomer had mopped the floor with him. And it was awesome! He made fast friends with that man. However the man was driven by something, and before the end of the week was gone. Maks knew there was much more to the world than this squalid town, he enlisted in the military hoping for some adventure and maybe to meet the stranger again. He served through Chechnya, Georgia, the Causcuses, but it wasn't until he came back home he learned who the stranger really was, and more importantly where he is. He followed Damien to the wilds of Canada. He asked for one thing: another brawl. His time in the army hardened him, and he got quite a bit of good shots in, but Damien was still clearly stronger. Bruised and beaten on the floor, Maks laughed in between the pain. When he got back up, he asked to stay, hoping to find greater challenges and fun under Damien.

Pack Information [Wolves only]
Pack Position: Warrior
Mate: None
Born

A Wolf's Love

Since there seems to be quite of bit of support to James, may I make a wolf that's fanatically loyal to Damien, probably will be a Russian

@ViolentViolet

A Wolf's Love

Ribald

One wolf
two wolf
red wolf
blue wolf
black wolf
white wolf
old wolf
new wolf

This one has a little star.
This one has a litt-

Fuck it Ribald was bored, but boy there sure was a lot of wolves, almost one for every experimental chemical in his lab. Almost. He honestly didn't know what to expect in this here predicament. Pack of wolves, some of them not even in their beasty form, confront a rogue wolf. Intense staring ensues, followed by Alphy (the biggest one), responding to some unheard voice. Honestly Ribald thought Alphy was crazy for a second. He just sat there in his bush hoping for the ripping and tearing to partake, then nothing... The bastards just left. Not even a little blood. Ribald was a scientist, he does not get angry. He gets disappointed and restless, an awful combo, which can only be quench with a live dissection of the offending parties.

But damn, he couldn't just pick one up at the store, and he couldn't very well say

Hurr durr, lemme just abduct you in your home turf, with your half-ton of muscle and fur, with rock hard canines, and with your friends still mucking about.

It wasn't fair really. Some back up- or a shoulder to bitch to- would be nice right now.

The walk back to the truck was uneventful, wolves at least had the kindness not to snag the prego doe. He'd check the traps- nothing of course- and leave them over night. Might as well head back to town, get some eats, fire up the old Hunter Horn and rant to HQ for the need of some back up. Hopefully someone who know the locale.

He passed the fountain, and to his pleasant surprise saw Willard, with- whoa, hello, tall dark and beautiful. He waved to Willard as he passed by, guy looks a bit stressed out though, gave him the "Not know" glare his dad used to also do. For the mamasitta, he gave her a patented cat-call. Tried and tested to make any lad- whoa. Yup, daggers, eye daggers. Nope. This one is a no-go. Ribald quickly drove home, got a stu going and rang up HQ.

"Hello, yah stinkoos, uh- yeh. Small chance of wolves? More like a fucking storm."

...

"Can't send any agents? Too tied up in other regions? Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul Shhhhhhharks. You guys better send something. Anything, I just need bait- I mean an assistant. Fine, send an inductee whatever. Tell them to bring syringes...And phosphorus...and petroleum... also silver nitrate... yeah the .95, with a cute bow. Tell them to just enter the house, doors unlocked. I've got some science to do."

@Trinais@ViolentViolet

Willard

Right...

Willard shook her hands. She had canines. Definitely a she-wolf, and definitely cocky. He didn't know if she had the bite to back it up, but one way or another, she was bad news. He knew her type: in their prime, thought themselves invincible, just one errant step to set them off. He didn't like it, but she clearly knew more about this whole wolf situation.

"Anyways, Miss Milane, you and I both know we're not actually welcomed here, and as far as I can tell would be shit out of luck if we got the bad end of a hunt. Now, I personally don't wanna get involved in any of this, I'd much rather you youngins' handle this mess- preferably, handle it outside of town. I wan't to know who to avoid and who to keep an I on, I don't wanna wake up one day and find the town fucked ten-ways to Sunday. So how about it, help your elder out?"

Just then a pickup truck rolled by- it was that young hunter- undoubtedly involved in the shenanigans as well. He waved him off, awaiting for Ms. Milane's response.

@ViolentViolet

Maks

Maks awoke this morning with a bottle of some unlabeled bottle in his hand and the aftershocks of vodka in his head. He recalled having some good booze, a round of cards, and a decent fist-fight with the local patrons at the bar. Afterwards he shambled precariously back to the manor before passing out in the pantry. A good night.

The morning, or should he say noon, came much to quickly however. He opened the pantry door to find people already in the kitchen. They seemed well and lively, the epitome of youth. Even comrade James came down bare-chested, what a true man! Leo, however seemed uneasy, we can't have that!

"Hello friends," he lauded in between the pangs in his head. "Comrade Leo, you find rabbit, yes? Is good day, lighten up!" He gave Leo a firm,hard, reassuring slap on the back, hopefully it wasn't hard enough to (permanently) bruise the boy. With a wide smile, he turned to the shirt-less man and put his arm around James' shoulder.

"James, or should I say, Mr. Enforcer, how goes the enforcing? Kill any more traitorous scum recently? Or get in any worthy fights?" Honestly Maks respected James, he had integrity, a man loyal and devoted to the pack. He heard of his deed and dealings of traitors. Maks believed James would be loyal to Damien and his rule.

"Anyways this is great, to have good friends around! Wheres the rest of the group? Is Damien still shagging up with the Mrs.?"

He gave boisterous and hearty laugh.

@ViolentViolet@Trinais

A Wolf's Love

Will do!

@Trinais

Secondary Research Personal has been contacted, will make do to retrieve new assets.

Bloody Bible, The Fall Of Earth

watching

Legend by Fire

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A couple things, though I do really like the character. I know you made this after the change, and for that I personally apologize, but his flaws are all personality flaws. He'll need some combat flaws according to the new CS. The other small thing is... demons don't exist as far as anyone is aware of and magical beasts are rare to very rare, so a crusade to kill a bunch of them doesn't make much sense.

@lydyn

Ight, thanks boss(wo)man. I meant demons, in the foreign heretic kinda way, like the Christian Crusaders called the Muslim peoples, but yeh ill change up magical beasts to seem less common place aswell as flaws.

EDITING DONE(maybe/hopefully)!

@lydyn

Legend by Fire

Here goes!

Application

"Sometimes icy heart just needs warm smile."

Name: DIETER ADLERSFLÜGEL
Age: 41
Gender: M
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Role in Society: Unlanded Knight
Occupation: Paladin

Legend: A folk hero; known in his homeland as the defender of the weak, the unfortunate, the downtrodden. You will not hear his name boasted loudly and audaciously in the songs of taverns, but rather woven into children's tales and bedtime stories. His name is not etched in stone or gilded on a bronze statue, but echoed around a caravan's evening flame. His stories are soft, yet loud. Proud, but not prideful. Strong, but not overwhelming. Kings, nobles and lords will not know of him but in passing, but great tales are shared by vagabonds and tramps. They are all similar, but unique: A large man, a great shield, a stalwart spear, holding back a torrent of water or flame. Slaying a great beast or sheltering a wounded animal. Vanquishing the dark, or feeding the homeless. All the same stories, of the same man, protecting the same people.

Appearence Picture:

Picture Thingy(More Betterer

Appearence: Dieter wields a large tower shield and a modest spear. His eyes a muted brown. Not pictured is his grand beard.

Personality: Jovial, but a humble warrior. He likes to make new friends and comrades. Charitable, brave and just, he is a poster child for a folk hero. He is loyal and kind but, he knows his enemies and the threat they pose to the people. Deeply religious.

Skills:

• Shieldsman - Master: The Guardian of the People, taught from a early age to take a punch and hold on to every inch of ground.
• Spearman - Expert: Every warrior must learn how to kill, held land means nothing if enemies still live .
• Cooking - Journeyman: Whether in grand crusades or transporting renegades, a mans gotta eat, an army marches on its stomach, and there are a lot of men in the army.
• Sewing - Apprentice: A man must know how to mend torn cloth and hide.
• Cleaning - Apprentice: A clean barracks is a holy barracks.
• Nursing/First-Aid - Novice: "Eat your chicken soup friend, lest you waste away to the winter."
• Riding - Novice: "A true man marches with his men, but the horses- they are cute, no?"

Flaws:

• Naive - Unwavering resolve and blind loyalty makes one unable to truly see behind the masks of men.
• Unlearned - Rural boy? Temple soldier? Lifetime of war? Yeah... no books or teachers on advanced subjects here.
• Uncouth - Life as a warrior leaves manners to be desired for.
• Superstituous- The god's are to be revered, and loved, but mostly feared.
• Afraid of Heights - Big man + big fall = big crater
• Slow - Cumbersome armor is not good for cross country or distanced battles.
• Fear of Rot - The honor of battle is fine, but the consequences of victory and defeat put a toll on Dieter. He is easily revolted and disgusted at the sight of decaying bodies.
• Unadaptive - Trained to be front-line shock infantry, nothing else. Theres little need to think for yourself when a head priest yells orders at you.

Magic Spells: His Temple friends taught him simple healing spells, they can't mend bone, stich gaping wounds or cure diseases, but they're something. That something would be along the lines of healing minor cuts and bruises.

Abilities:

Bulwark of the Faith
Through thick or thin, through fire or frost. Through hell and high water, nothing gets past Dieter and his shield as he remains breathing.
Heart of an Ox
A thick skin and a thick skull will get you far, but it is a warrior's undying will to live and protect that keeps him standing amidst his allies through even the most arduous and prolonged battles.

Backstory: A farmer's child Dieter has known both the hardships and joys of rural life. He was the 5th son of a very large and loving family(7 boys, 9 girls), and each child was given a choice on how they wish to live their lives. Some continued to be farmers, others worked to attend schools and academies. Some others became merchants and guards, riding the caravans to lands such as Negotia. However Dieter and his Older brother Ribald, wanted to serve the faith. Not just as priests and monks but to be the sword and shield of their gods. They left for a nearby Temple of Analil learning her teachings and faith. Of course as Paladins they were expected to learn the martial arts, and so they did. Life as a paladin was humble and meager, sworn to an oath of poverty, this temple served to better the lives of the devout. However the ides of peace did not last long, a holy crusade was called and Dieter and his brother were one of the first sent. They fought the foreign devils and demons with their heretic beliefs, watching each others' back. The two soon earned a name among the barracks: The Sword and Shield of Analil. Fleet and agile Ribald struck down their enemies, while stout and stalwart Dieter safeguarded his allies. The crusade drew to a close, the two optimistic about their service to their peoples. However, mighty Jergal always wove a complex tapestry. A year after returning to their homeland, a great plague engulfed the land taking any and all. Peasants, nobles, war heroes; the Plague did not discriminate. Ribald had been afflicted while tending to the sick and would die shortly after, but he made Dieter promise never to blame the gods, that mortals live a short life. Dieter must maintain his kind heart and continue to help the needy.

Who was Dieter to deny a dying brother?

I'll join any applicable(and willing) nation.

Whoa, woops. There's a knight already in them there OOC, I honestly didn't see it, and it has similar themes. Hopefully personality and background are different enough.

Legend by Fire

Whoa. Props GM, this has gotta be the most detailed and thought-out world i've ever seen.