Pricolic

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DETAILS

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Name: Pricolic
Origin: Old Romanian Folklore
Meaning: Derivative of Pricolici which is a werewolf in Romanian mythology who are malicious and violent wolves or large dogs that attack unexpectedly, silently, and on solitary targets.
Pronunciation: Prai ⋅ soe ⋅ lick, or when pronounced with words - Pray ⋅ sew ⋅ lick

Age: Four months
Gender: Male
Birthday: Early April, sometime in the first week

Father: Desetsar | status unknown ]
Mother: Kotys | deceased ]
Siblings: Darius, Colae, Maricea, Finar - all deceased ]
Past Litters: Radirr, Dimitriea, Anghel, Sabin, Octav - all status unknown ]
Recent Litters: None
Extended: Aurel | Deceased ], Silviu, Traian, Milita, Tzara - status unknown ]

Mate: N/A
Conceived: N/A
Adopted: N/A

Major Events in Life: Separation from his pack
Lifetime Accomplishments: None
Historical Significance: None

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SOCIETY

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Current Pack. None
Previous Pack. Managarm Pack

Current Rank. Kerl pup
Previous Rank. Beta pup

Current Pack Mates. None
Previous Pack Mates. Desetsar + Kotys, Aurel, Hungin + Munin, Radirr, Darius, Colae, Maricea, Finar

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DESCRIPTION

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Subspecies. Canis lupus communis
Coat Color. Dark brown and cream
Eye Color. Orange
Size Dimensions. (when adult) 150lbs ⋅ 33 inches high x 5.8 feet long

Appearance. A multitude of earthen hues intermingle with colors of obsidian to make a concoction of rotten wood-like shades. His topcoat, which consists of tough guard hair, is largely flushed with darker strains of brown and black, while his insulating undercoat is predominately cream and topaz. The eyes are a prestigious mix of gold and orange, with a citrine colored backdrop and bisque shards located at the rims of his pigmented irises.

Built by and large for stamina, his features are tailored for long distance travel. A narrow chest and powerful back and legs contribute to his proficiency for efficient locomotion. His paws are also specifically suited to cover many types of severe terrain, including snow and rocky areas. Because wolves are digitigrade, his paws have grown to be relatively large to better distribute his weight on snow.

Character Structure. Often times he is aggressive, and although hostility is not past him, he does well not to show too much antagonism or intimidation toward others on a routine basis unless the situation calls for it. He usually displays deviant behavior, and resorts to more covert and manipulative means to get what he wants. However, he can be charming, and sometimes rather playful or innocent. To find out more about him, talk to him. Get to know him in character.

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HISTORY

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Late one afternoon in early August, the Managarm Pack arrived at the edge of their territory borders. By sunrise of the next morning, many members of the pack would be found either torn apart or fled and their condition unknown, utterly devastating and ending the reign of another wolf pack during the Middle Ages of Europe, hurtling the ecosystem further into tragedy for the betterment of mankind.

It was a tragic end to the lives of creatures who had so magnificently done what nature intended them to do. The alphas of the pack were strong and driven, easily capable of leading the wolves beneath them. In fact, there was even a new addition to the pack, and the swell of newcomers had encouraged a fresh bond to be forged between the members. The Drappa had been expecting, and after giving birth in an old, although newly refurbished den, the pack fiercely defended the mother and her newborn pups and let old rivalries settle to aid her to a greater extent, strengthening the wolf’s continual through the future.

During this time an explorer of sorts began to track the Managarm pack, but not to kill or betray. He, unlike the many peoples of this strange country, did not believe that the wolf was a token of ill or bad luck, and often times he scoffed publicly at the very notion of werewolves and other such superstitious talk. He was a man of science, and so dedicated himself to his field.

And so for many hours he would track the pack and watch them while they interacted. From the beginning, the Dragga knew of his presence and the pack would often disappear at the very hint of his foul human smell. But when it became obvious that the man intended no harm and was no threat, the wolves eventually came to ignore his presence. However, he was held completely ignorant of the cubs that suckled in the hidden den until the wolves moved them to their rendevous site, and after he spent several days tracking them there. In fact, it was only the pups that even acknowledged his presence as he sat several feet away, although they would never come close to him.

Soon after, the man began to carry a journal with him, and would often write and sketch interesting details he would witness from the pack, amazing himself time and again of how different the wolves were from the foolish tales he would hear from the local bar and tavern.

“They are nurturing mammals, dependant on their family ties and unit for food and companionship. It seems as though their concentration is focused on the development of the pups and the mother’s well-being.”

Once, when a bear was stalking through the woods just opposite of where he sat, the man watched in amazement as the wolves suddenly disappeared into the timber with the cubs in tow while he was left baffled as to their sudden leave. Just moments after, a large grizzly made a rather noisy entrance into the clearing, from which the man promptly left, writing in his journal:

“The bear is heavy and you hear him step, but the wolf is a silent creature.”

After nearly three months of study, the signs of tragedy began to develop. At first, it was the sudden silence at the tavern as the man wandered back from another day of study. Oblivious to the change of tension and sound, the man went through his usual routine. However, the next day would find him bruised and broken, near death and without a soul to help him. He died later that week. And while he was dying, the men from the town went hunting the wolf pack a group of kids had seen the him with. But their tastes for wolf’s blood would not be met.

As the pack was fleeing their territory, they met the bear mentioned earlier and many met their fate, while the others were left to run. That is where the villagers found the decimated pack, and that is where our story begins. Our stalwart hero was abandoned here, and has since wandered into Transylvania and into a new beginning.

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GALLERY

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