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  1.   1.  Appearance
  2.   2.  Personality
  3.   3.  History

Tiborious is currently a Loner







  • Date of Birth: 05 Oct 2010
  • Gender: Male
  • Luperci: Ortus
  • Residence: —
  • Mate: —
  • Pack: Loner
  • Rank: Loner
  • Pronunciation: —
  • Nickname: —
  • Epithet: —
  • Etymology: —
  • Family: —
  • Birthplace: ??
  • Species: Wolf (100% wolf)
  • Subspecies:
    • 100% Tundra Wolf
  • cNPC:
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  • Companion Animals:

1.  Appearance

Eye color: Deep blue Height: 7 foot, 1 inch Weight: 274 pounds Physical state: Well muscles, though sleek and obviously well accustomed to conflict Possessions: Carries a large two-handed stainless steel sword from his childhood. Blade: 3 feet in length, 9 inches wide Handle: Wrought iron pommel wrapped with synthetic leather with a hardened section for blocking strikes. Overall weight: 10 pounds Overall length: 4 feet 6 inches General appearance: Standing tall, he was a sight to behold back when he lived at home, before the hard times, before the war. He is covered from head to toe in a thick coat of 3 inch thick white fur, though his fur is interrupted in numerous locations with scars. His most prominent scars include a jagged burn on his lower left jaw, and a large slash across his chest, running from his right shoulder, to his left hip. Though these are the most prominent, almost his entire body holds some scar or wound of old. His history is filed with injuries, some of them earned, some of them simply accepted without a fight, he also sports a sort of black smudge over his right eye, which he believes could be due to having a torch hit him across the head, or simply from being lit aflame once too many times.

2.  Personality

Throughout his early life, he had a more happy personality than now. During his younger years he would help his mother with chores, or simply explore as any young pup would. As he grew he did become a bit rebellious, ignoring his parents orders, and going where he wasn't supposed to. He even once went so far as to fornicate with a young female from another village. When he was 14 months old, he was forced into extreme circumstances, and lost his parents, turning him bitter and angry. For the next few months he took out his anger well, accumulating many scars and trophies in various battles and wars that had sprung up across Europe. When he turn 24 months old, he looked back on his life with regret and wished to leave the war strewn land he had grown up in. His mind now is in more turmoil than anything else. He has a hard time finding happiness that lasts due to some of the more horrible things he did in his search for blood. During his time as a soldier, he raped, murdered, and killed dozens, assisting in the massacre of entire packs, these actions scared his mind, tearing apart what could have been a happy life lived with his family. He doesn't believe he can find peace, nor true happiness, but he yearns for an end to blood-shed, he looks for a purpose beyond killing, he wishes to protect and help now that he has moved on. His mind may be wounded, his body may be marked by injuries long forgotten, but he will do his utmost to protect any who come to be his friend.

3.  History

Born and raised in what remained of Moscow, he was born into a relatively happy life. His parents were simple crafters and they tried to help those they could, while still eking out there own life. He spent his early life helping his mother with chores, playing with neighbors, and exploring the ruins of the city. when he was 7 months old, he found a museum that housed old human weapons, he especially was interested in a blade that was encased in what seemed to be in the last remaining glass case. The blade still shown through the dust, and after breaking the glass with a large piece of rubble, he quickly discovered that it still held an edge, mostly by cutting his hand open. He kept the sword, though he tried to hide it from his parents, believing they would be upset if they learned he was in possession of such a thing. Over the months he tried using the sword, or as much as a young Luperci could use a sword with nothing to do with it except swing it. He had quickly learned that it was too heavy to swing more than once or twice, so he started to make himself stronger, wanting to use the sword to keep his parents safe some day. On the day he turned 14 months old, his home was attacked by a nomadic pack of savage Luperci. Away at the time, his mind was broken when he returned home the next day from a hunting trip to find his parents dead and his home fairly ransacked. He sought all the clues he could as to who had done this horrible thing, and set out to chase down those who had done it. At the age of 15 months, he had fallen in with a group of other's who the pack had wronged, and when they found the pack they were looking for, the battle was viscous. They attacked at dusk, as the savages were laying down after eating a large hunt, they slaughtered all they found, men woman and children. After this victory, Tiborious found that he enjoyed the thrill of combat, and set out East, seeking further blood-shed. When he found was war among packs. For the next 7 months he fought for whomever he wished, whoever fed him the most, and rewarded him the finest females. After a particularly gruesome battle, laying wounded in his tent, his chest bandaged, he dreamed of death and awoke screaming. He looked upon his past and wept, finally seeing all the wrong he had done, he set out that day for the coast, seeking passage to a new land, a new start. It took him until his 24th month to reach the coast, find a ship, and then receive passage across the great river. He now arrived in this new land seeking a new home, somewhere he can lay down his weapon and maybe find peace at last.