Name: Vaniroh
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Skills: Vaniroh is gifted with the blade that his father had made for him. He can easily kill someone quick and fast but he prefers to have pleasure while he destroys someones life with his beautiful blade. As a wolf, he can run faster than a sprinter horse over a short distance.He is able to leap down from a tall building without injuring himself and can detect movement quickly at night with his powerful eyes and sharp hearing.
Race: Werewolf
Hair: Sooty black in human form. As a wolf, he has a shaggy, black mane and silver fur.
Eyes: Icy blue. The symbol of sombre.
Home: Vaniroh has never come across a place that he can call home but he does wander many unknown forests, searching for his happiness.
Parents: His mother is unknown though his fathers name was Orey.
Siblings: A younger, werewolf sister who was murdered.
Charactor Personality: To get rid of all his anger that keeps boiling up inside of him, Vaniroh spends his time killing innocent people. He is sometimes up ontop of a high mountain, howling his sad cry over the lands. If he is really sad, he is usually playing his flute, high up in the mountain tops to show every living thing that wanders past just how sad he really is. He sometimes writes in his diary about his everyday thoughts and feeligs and his miss for his dead loved ones. He craves nothing but someone to walk in through his door and lighten up his heart to show him that life is still worth living. When a wolf from the pack he travels with is injured from a human, bear or something else, he does all he can to help keep the wolf alive. He takes care of pups when their mothers are out hunting for food. His wolves are his only family and he does everything within his power to keep them safe and alive.
Charactor History: As Vaniroh grew up, he lived with his blacksmith father, Orey, and his younger sister, Zelvye. He didn't know anything about his mother because his father never spoke of her. But for Vaniroh, life was sweet enough.
His troubles started on one dreadful night when he was twenty one.His eighteen year old sister had came home looking strangely pale. He asked her why and she whimpered that she had been bitten by a werewolf. Vaniroh was so angry, that he went out into the unknown forests to look for the beast that had bitten his sister. Little did he know that he was no match for a raging werewolf. As he tracked through the trees, he noticed a prowling figure in the shadows. Drawing up his spear, he lunged at the creature and recieved a vicous bite on the arm. He cried in pain as his mind went clouded and he couldn't control his actions from the shock of his transformation. Now he too was a werewolf.
That night since he couldn't control what he did, he stalked off and severely injured his love, a girl who called hersef Hush, though that was not her real name. She died in Vaniroh's hands, wet with his tears.Vaniroh could only cry as sadness and guilt swept over him.
Thirty years after he had gotten bitten, his father died from old age two weeks after he had made him a sword to match his eyes. He was soon buried in the towns cementary. Then there was another huge hit, seventy years after he had been bitten. He and Zelvye were walking through the forest back to their wolf pack who they travelled with. They walked right into the ambush of a group of werewolf hunters. The hunters went for the easiest choice, whish was Zelvye, and slit her thrat with a silver dagger. The cowards then ran off as Vaniroh screamed in anger. His sisters pale skin was wet with his tears as she was buried in the place she was murdered. Ever since he lost all of his loved ones, Vaniroh has felt no other emotions but guilt, lonliness and sadness.
Weapons: As a wolf, Vaniroh uses his fangs and claws to rip someones soul from them. In human form he uses his icy-blue sword which his father made for him before he died and his collection of hand crafted spears that he made himself.
Likes: His wolves and dreams. Nothing else.
Dislikes: Disgusting and black-hearted people who dont care about how they affect someone elses life. Therefore, he hates himself.
Animal Companions: His wolf pack.
Physical discription: Vaniroh is quite muscular and looks exactly the same as he did when he was bitten at the age of twenty one. His arms and his legs are powerful from all the times he had chased people on horses through the contryside. His back and stomach are also muscled from all of the times he had wrested bears that were trying to eat any wolf pups that he babysitted while their mothers were hunting.
Dreams: To find someone that he can love again.
Reason for dreams: So that he can be free from his constant pain.
Alignment: He is on no side but his and the wolves.
I hope you like my character. If his really bad or really good pleas say so, thanks
Vaniroh, soul of sombre
