Reinor Ündig “Silvercrown” Hjeltven of the Silver Crowns
“Our strength grows out of our weaknesses.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Reinor Ündig Hjeltven
Nickname: Canus
Born on the date of January 17th, heralded at 50 years.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Reinor possesses eyes of stone and the smell of oak on rainy day. His hair is surprisingly kempt and as the night without a moon. His beard the same, just passing the protruding collarbone above his defined pectorals, but he is not barrel-chested. Teeth, shining white, with just the slightest curvature of fang. Nails trimmed, but the ridges of their use plainly visible. His skin is a deep tan, riddled in cuts, scratches, bruises, and a thin canopy of raven hair above it all. Arms like chiseled iron, legs like redwood. He is herculean, but does not give off the impression of savagery or ruthlessness. His stance is rigid, formal even, and unyielding. Unless royal ceremony or public appearance is called for, Reinor will wear a light tan, deerskin loincloth and little else, save for a silver crown placed prominently atop his ebony hair. The crown itself is tied to a sturdy chain that Reinor wears about his neck, like a loose collar.
Personality:
• Calculating • Steadfast • Loyal •
To know Reinor is to know the wilds. They are treacherous as they are unforgiving, and to survive in such an environment one must adapt. There is no hesitation to snap the neck of the fox, for it is the sustenance of the body. To kill is to survive. Eat or be eaten. And when one has learned to eat, others will feed from the palm. Not the strong, but the prospective. This is how the roots of a tree expand. Without the prospective there is only the strong. And nature takes all things in time, no matter its constitution or will. This is the call of the pack.
Likes:
- The Silver Crowns, and pride for one’s origins
- Expansion of the pack
- Providing for one’s allies and family
- Efficiency
- Trustworthiness
Dislikes:
- Cowardice
- Not pulling one’s weight
- Treachery
- Anyone that stands against the pack’s ultimate goals
- Harm to the pack, specifically harm that does not achieve the greater good of the pack
Fears:
- Fall of the Silver Crowns
- Failure to achieve a golden age of the pack
- It is not a fear, but a great distaste and rage to lose any member of one’s family
Biography:
Born into the clutches of his Beta father, Reinor was born of second-in-command and the beauty that was his mother. He very quickly came to understand the rules of the pack, and wasted no time in putting forth his effort, and all of it. Working all day, perhaps into night, perhaps into sleepless day. There was little exception, save illness and childbirth, that exempted one from working for one’s meals. To expand the pack. However, again at an earlier age than most, Reinor showed his cunning by noticing the inefficiencies of it all. Scouting parties unused. Food uneaten. Areas of land and forest missed. Uprisings in the ranks and savagery that threw the pack into temporary disarray. No, he would rule it all, and better. So he trained in every spare minute time allowed in his coming challenge. To take over leadership, Reinor would battle the Alpha. And he would win. And there would be no more turning against the clan. No more savagery within the walls. For 33 years, Reinor has held his title, and has made The Silver Crowns a machine, a pack so tightly knit that each member can read the next action of another. Rival packs would yield to Reinor’s rule and code or be submitted into doing so. The Silver Crowns have had their bloody wars and mistakes, but few have expanded the pack quite like Reinor. Reinor has been challenged many times in his reign, and shows for it upon his scarred body, yet he still charges first among many in a silver wave.
The Silver Crown is an heirloom from the first Alpha, who slew an ancient king of some far off land. The Alpha wears it to symbolize overcoming one’s fear for the good of the pack, and to show any enemy that no weakness may be exploited against The Silver Crown. They are tied by blood and camaraderie, ties that no fear or enticement may sever.
Opinions on your coven/pack as well as the others
The Silver Crowns: We are a pack and a family. I will serve as alpha and conqueror until I see a great kingdom for my people.
The Morakai: An ancient cult of vampires, one to be wary of and watched. They will not stop our expansion.
Night’s Shadows: A new cult of vampires, likely bold to intrude on the long seated Morakai. Not a lesser cult, more unpredictable, ferocious even. They are to be watched as closely as the Morakai, if not more.
Position/Role in Clan/Pack: Alpha of The Silver Crowns
Theme Song:
Heartland – Celtic Thunder
Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crashing like a thunder roll
Echoing in our very soul
Listen for it as it comes
The pure and primal sound of drums
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