Physical Description And Brief History
Jun 24, 2020 19:24:43 GMT -5
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Post by Arnever Greyson on Jun 24, 2020 19:24:43 GMT -5
KNOWN INFORMATION
- Name: Arnever Greyson
- Alias: Nev
- Race: Worgen
- Age: 30
- Height: 7'10
- Weight: 357
- Eye Color: Burnt Orange
Hair Color: Blue
Distinguishing Physical Characteristics
- Scarring on the left ear
- Scarring on the left side of his snout (claw like in nature)
- Three piercings right ear, one left
Known Habits
Despite the thrashing that his left ear has taken sometime in his past it works in unison with the other to constantly perk and turn like little radars in every direction.
A thick neck (or lack thereof) is hidden behind a mane of longer, thicker blue fur that could engulf ones' hand and broad shoulders stretch out from beneath.
Toned biceps cover his flank with the thick fur growing shorter as a nice medium between his stomach and neck while further down his forearms corded vein snakes and splinters across the flesh like a splitting river mouth. Each of his fingers are capped with a singular ebony claw, each meticulously cared for unlike anything else upon his body.
A thin layer of velvety fur covers squared pectorals and the softening remnants
of once toned abs below. The center of those abs are falling victim to time and age as well as a whitened love trail has slowly appeared to delve beneath his belt line.
Narrowed hips give way to thick, powerful thighs perfect for jumping, leaping and sprinting. His stocky build left them naturally a bit wider than most and his constant travel and wandering lifestyle certainly didn't hurt in their development.
His feet were of course never covered and thus it was common for dust or caked mud to cling to his paws. Though lacking the sharpness of his fingers the claws upon his feet seemed thicker and more reliable albeit rounded and dull.
- Gambling
- Collecting (Cigar wrappers)
Affiliates
When looking eye to eye with this man one's gaze will normally be drawn to the deep scars running running from the top of his snout to the bottom of his jowl, four in total nearly a half inch thick. The soft blue fur around his muzzle has begun to fade into a lighter color as he ages but the hue darkens as one gazes back to his rust colored eyes. - Gilnean Liberation Front
- Bloodfang Pack
- 7th Legion
Physical Description
Despite the thrashing that his left ear has taken sometime in his past it works in unison with the other to constantly perk and turn like little radars in every direction.
A thick neck (or lack thereof) is hidden behind a mane of longer, thicker blue fur that could engulf ones' hand and broad shoulders stretch out from beneath.
Toned biceps cover his flank with the thick fur growing shorter as a nice medium between his stomach and neck while further down his forearms corded vein snakes and splinters across the flesh like a splitting river mouth. Each of his fingers are capped with a singular ebony claw, each meticulously cared for unlike anything else upon his body.
A thin layer of velvety fur covers squared pectorals and the softening remnants
of once toned abs below. The center of those abs are falling victim to time and age as well as a whitened love trail has slowly appeared to delve beneath his belt line.
Narrowed hips give way to thick, powerful thighs perfect for jumping, leaping and sprinting. His stocky build left them naturally a bit wider than most and his constant travel and wandering lifestyle certainly didn't hurt in their development.
His feet were of course never covered and thus it was common for dust or caked mud to cling to his paws. Though lacking the sharpness of his fingers the claws upon his feet seemed thicker and more reliable albeit rounded and dull.
Brief History
Nev has been a rebel for as long as he cares to remember, but through it has learned from experience that strength alone rarely wins the war. Sometimes timing is everything. Case in point when his parents were lost during the Northgate Rebellion. As a young man he was influenced heavily by his father's patriotism and political ideals only to see them embraced far to late in the kingdom and by a king who's misjudgement had ended his fathers life. The rebellion became his cause and motivation through an angsty youth but 'more important' matters would soon force a seemingly fluid and easy truce between the remaining rebellion, Crowley and Genn.
Unable to follow empty promises of what could have been and unwilling to move past his desire for revenge Nev found a home amongst the Bloodfang Pack for several years. Sure they worked alongside Crowley's new Gilnean Liberation Front, but it was a change of leadership and the feral nature was easy to understand. Treachery was severely punished and loyalty to their kind was put above all.
When the Legion invaded Nev took the opportunity to venture away from the Bloodfang's, instead begrudgingly joining the 7th Legion's forces and assisting in Stormheim as part of the anti forsaken forces. Though Genn called the shots in his eyes it was always Ivar's preachings to the pack about the race's crusade against the Forsaken that helped keep the wolf in line.
He returned to the Bloodfang's once the Fourth War began and offered his aid once more, though something in Stormheim had changed the maturing worgen. He offered to fight alongside those that would target the forsaken and even managed to wind up in Darkshore until the war ended. Now another stretch of uneasy peace leaves this veteran looking for work and indulging a bit too much in his hobbies.
Unable to follow empty promises of what could have been and unwilling to move past his desire for revenge Nev found a home amongst the Bloodfang Pack for several years. Sure they worked alongside Crowley's new Gilnean Liberation Front, but it was a change of leadership and the feral nature was easy to understand. Treachery was severely punished and loyalty to their kind was put above all.
When the Legion invaded Nev took the opportunity to venture away from the Bloodfang's, instead begrudgingly joining the 7th Legion's forces and assisting in Stormheim as part of the anti forsaken forces. Though Genn called the shots in his eyes it was always Ivar's preachings to the pack about the race's crusade against the Forsaken that helped keep the wolf in line.
He returned to the Bloodfang's once the Fourth War began and offered his aid once more, though something in Stormheim had changed the maturing worgen. He offered to fight alongside those that would target the forsaken and even managed to wind up in Darkshore until the war ended. Now another stretch of uneasy peace leaves this veteran looking for work and indulging a bit too much in his hobbies.
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