Post by Silvanus on Jun 24, 2007 20:42:51 GMT -5
Name: Silvanus
Sex: Male
Age: 3 years
Mate: None
Pack: None
With two noticeable defects to speak of,
Silvanus is the sort of creature that's easily
overlooked by the casual observer, dismissed by the
strong and powerful, but hard to forget once engaged
by observation or conversation. One eye, completely
blind, is a milky white in color and perpetually
staring unseeingly forward. His other eye is fully
functional, and of a striking bright yellow,
suggestive perhaps of sunlight. Silvanus also walks
with a limp; his right hind leg is twisted and stiff
from complications during his birth. However, though
certainly not the strongest of Varg, it is clear by
his stride and posture that he has not let his defects
get in the way of his muscular development and
coordination. His pelt is rather unremarkable, a
solid black from head to tail save for strips of
silver fur that run down the backs of his legs.
An outcast from birth, Silvanus has
learned to choose his battles wisely--or not at all if
he can help it. In quiet observation or
pensively-chosen words, he often comes across with an
air of wisdom and calculation that tends to command at
least some level of respect. It would seem his sense
of level-headedness, rationality, and persuasion have
been honed, perhaps to atone for the areas of physical
prowess in which he falls short.
Born to a female of a pack, as soon
as he came into the light of this world it was clear
that something was wrong. Physical birth defects
seemed to have taken their toll on his right side;
having use of only three legs, one twisted and stiff,
it was assumed he would die young. He did not, and as
soon as his eyes opened, it became apparent that his
right eye was blind as well. More than that, it was
of a wan, pearly color, and his other eye was a
vibrant yellow hue. There were whisperings about
him...that he was an ill omen sent to them. Did his
eyes not resemble Tor and Fenris rather uncannily?
Did his leg not bode well, as his mother was healthy?
Did those silver strips on the back of his legs not
look like some moonlight had stuck to them? It was
taken as a bad sign, a very bad sign, and perhaps too
hastily Silvanus and his mother were forced from the
pack. They ranged long and far, doing the best to
fend for themselves. Despite his disabilities, it was
clear that Silvanus was not bad at hunting; it was
fortunate that he learned this early, because his
mother was later killed by another Kerl, doing her
best to buy him enough time to escape. Through his
encounters thereafter, Silvanus learned many valuable
lessons in dealing with wolves and other animals...how
to fight, and more importantly, how to avoid it.
Silvanus' travels have carried him across the lands of Transylvania. Ever the outcast, he has avoided pack lands when possible, but has not encountered hostility the times when his trekking carried him over pack lines, such as acquaintances in Ge-Rad and Koran. Fancying himself a collector of stories and acquaintances and offering help whenever possible, many varg have found it hard to be hateful to the gentleman. However, a series of events leading him to the stone castle in the mountains have shaken his belief in himself and the uneasy peace he had come to with his disabilities and his outsider status. Questioning his purpose and his abilities, he's now haphazardly wandering the mountains, forced to reexamine himself at a magnification he's never been comfortable with. Meeting with a Listern fae, he tells her a story, a story borne of his current state of disequilibrium. He convinces himself that this story is actually reflective of him, and that the lands of the Balkar are where he'll fix what's gone wrong in his life. By destiny granting him answers or purpose, or death by the Night Hunters, he's decided that either would be preferable to his current state. Perhaps foolishly, he wanders into enemy lands and has the misfortune of crossing paths with Carnage, the Second of the Balkar. A merciless antagonist with a distaste for the weakness inherent in Silvanus' crippled stature, Carnage takes pleasure in destroying any hope left in the ebon male and injures him gravely. With his faith and hope for a direction in life shattered, Silvanus makes his way across the border and to the river that splits the land. Just when things seem at their most desperate, a familiar face appears...
