Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Jul 18, 2017 7:20:13 GMT
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Radulfr Caput Lupinum
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Appearance:
He always wears a silver mask that covers his whole face, and his right eye is covered by dried up tar. His icy blue left eye is the only thing exposed on his face. He is angry almost all the time. It is rare to see him in another emotional state. Other than being serious during a job. Due to the harsh life in the wilderness and the torture he went through, he has many scars across his body. Somehow they’re somewhat vaguely reminiscent of his father’s. His wolf form is white, and he still retains his icy blue eyes. He hardly shifts into a wolf, as his mask would remain on, rendering it very painful. The mask was designed this way so the prisoners would not shift.
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Personality:
He seems to be the embodiment of rage itself. He speaks with a very harsh tone of voice, one that sounds scratched. He holds a strong disdain for any sort of form of law or control. But he usually abides by his employer’s wishes, although reluctantly, as that is the only way he would get paid. But he is unpredictable, making it difficult to know what he is up to. His is very vengeful, and will try to destroy anyone who made him exceptionally angry. His fighting style is extremely reckless, aiming to destroy everything but without tact or any planning included. In this case he may lash out at anything, but can hurt himself in the process.
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History:
The past is something that Radulfr does not wish to remember, although it is what shaped him into what he is today.
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He was born in a small town, a small clan that lived northwest in the Naihan Mountains. Both of his parents were werewolves. His father was a proud warrior that fought for the clan, and his mother was a gatherer that mostly stayed home to take care of the children. The clan remained under the watch of an old alpha, whom the whole clan knew was going to pass his role to a new werewolf soon, as his strength was beginning to fade.
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However, as the war raged on, less and less of the warriors came back to the clan. When Radulfr was very young, his mother had taken in a child that had lost both of his parents under her care. The child was around the same age, and to him, he was a friend and a brother. They grew up together, practicing sword fighting against each other, playing around in the woods of the area, teasing the other children, doing almost everything together. Lost within the young years of childhood, they did not heed the situation of the clan that was always growing ever more present. The alpha had become ill and the food supply began to diminish along with its population. The time to prove their strength for becoming the next alpha has come.
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One night, while the two boys were sleeping in their room, Radulfr got up to get a drink of water. Quietly, he moved across his mother’s room, as to not create a disturbance. However, he heard some light laughs. Shadows formed along the wall, a man and a woman intertwined with embrace. He crept closer, wondering if his father had finally returned home. At closer inspection, it was a complete stranger. He glanced around the room, spotting more men who lined the walls, patiently waiting as if they were in line for their next turn. Frightened, he stumbled back into the table, hand fidgeting behind him. He pulled the knife from the table, and pointed it forward. The men turned their heads as he took a step forward. Get away from my mother, he said. They turned their attention to the woman, and she nodded. Slowly, they approached the boy. He was no match for them. They pulled the knife away from him in an instant.
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Some unspeakable things happened that night, and his mother consensually agreed. She just did nothing. She just watched with no emotion. This was the beginning, when hatred burned within him for the first time. The morning after, he told his friend and brother what happened, and he understood, suggesting leaving the place. They ran, but with no destination. Into the snowy wilderness, they starved. But they survived since they had each other. They grew older, and one day, like from out of a tale, a figure of Radulfr’s father appeared. All of his armor battered and clothing torn, he stood there with his sword hanging low, blood-stained of enemies long past. Scars stretched across his face, and his face had no emotion.
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It happened to be that his father was searching for the village. But he once knew his way there. The same intelligent and strong father he knew was not there anymore. For the next few days, the boys took care of their brain dead father, who hardly remembered anything. Who could not describe the horrors he saw on the battlefield. He could not remember his own son. Not even his own wife. When Radulfr told him what happened with his mother, his father just merely laughed and asked if that was all. As their father’s mental state got worse, his brother told him that they should head back to the town, as the other clans were far away and they would not make it there in time. As he was an extra mouth to feed, hunting was made harder. Especially during the winter. With reluctance, Radulfr agreed.
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As they made it back to the town, the next alpha had not been chosen yet. The same alpha still ruled, lying on his deathbed. They found out that the rest of the warriors had gone the day after the boys had left, but never returned. Their mother embraced them, telling them how much she missed them and how she thought they had died. Not that she would have even cared, Radulfr thought. She was glad to see their father, and offered to take care of him. She treated her mate as if he was the only one in her life, and that made Radulfr sick. He wondered if his brother felt the same way, but it was hard to make out his emotion.
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Eventually, they tried to adjust to their old way of life. Him, his brother, and the rest of the children became adults, and became strong like their fathers. The old alpha had past away. It was time for the next alpha to be chosen, but also to find a way to restore the clan. Radulfr thought that brutal strength of justice was the best way to show his resolve, but his brother thought of cooperation. Most viewed the brother as a more peaceful warrior, and the others answered to him. Eventually Radulfr gave in and listened to his ways. One night, he devised a plan for them to set out and reclaim another clan’s territories, one that was rumored to be their clan’s original lands. The rest agreed with the plan, including Radulfr. After the meeting, he took Radulfr out into secret, and explained to him that he has no intention of being the alpha, that he thought Radulfr deserved the title, and now he could prove his strength by leading the attack. He went into more gruesome detail about what needed to be done. They would burn the houses, kill them all, take all of their things. But a necessary evil was needed for the good. But the others would know their strength and respect them. After a long hesitance, Radulfr agreed. He thought that once this was over, at least their clan would be somewhat restored to it once was, back to those peaceful times like when they were children.
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Radulfr led the group to the next clan over. He felt a pain in his chest. Werewolves attacking other werewolves was wrong. He then realized that they could get into huge trouble for this by the other clans. It was nearing the beginning of the attack, and he suddenly pleaded to his brother that this wasn’t the way. There had to be some other way they could restore the clan. He looked him dead in the eye. His brother always listened to him. He always had. However, this time was different. With a scoff, him and the rest of the werewolves took off past him, leaving him behind. He could hear incoherent words yelled by his brother as they initiated the attack. Radulfr stood back, eyes widened as he watched the village become covered with flames and screams. Eventually, he joined in.
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Time had past since then. It was a huge success. The success was attributed to Radulfr, but his brother became the new alpha. He never knew why. But the clan slowly became restored, and eventually gained a reputation. Radulfr was surprised as to why, maybe strength was all that was needed after all. But there was something suspicious, but he could not figure it out. One day, coming back home from hunting, Radulfr found the current alpha and another man arguing. Once he appeared, his brother pointed to him, and the other man, no, the other alpha, followed by other men, came towards him. He was sentenced to death. He was the one who led the attack on one of their villages.
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But my brother was the one who also led the attack, he planned everything, he tried to argue. But his “brother” claimed to be born of different parents, and that argument alone was enough evidence that Radulfr was a liar and a traitor. But he was right. That was the truth. In reality, he had just been a close friend. One of the children that his mother took care of. His mother. Even she could not speak for neither of their actions at the moment. Radulfr looked at their childhood friends, all of which gave him ice-cold glares. Glares of betrayal. Everyone had betrayed him. The alpha then said that Radulfr was accused of leading the attack on the city without his approval, and now shall face the punishment.
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The clan who took him as prisoner had much more sophisticated towns. Which meant much more sophisticated torture equipment and treatments. After a long, dreadful period in the prison, he stood outside in the town, chained to the wall, wearing a mask of shame. It covered his whole face except for his eyes, and he wore a spiked collar, needles pointed towards his neck. The mask included a spiked gag, so were he to speak, it would be extremely painful. People passing by laughed at him. They threw food at him. It was a long time. But a long time to think. He thought about everything that had happened. Rage began to burn within.
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As an official came by, he did not let him go. Instead, he poured hot tar over his head. It hurt. But Radulfr just stared at him. As the boiling liquid began to solidify, it covered the cracks of the mask, and it covered his right eye. However the glare of the one icy blue eye continued to burn with such intensity the official could not describe. His muscles flexed, pulling the chains off the wall, tearing apart the stones as they did. The official was immediately on his guard, ready to attack but he knew that the prisoner could not do much. Painfully, the needles dug into his neck as he turned his head to face him. With one hand, he tore the device off. He said nothing as his glare continued to just stare at him. The official shifted into his wolf form, aiming to pounce on him but he knocked him away with one of the chains. It struck the official to the ground, and he loomed over him. After repeatedly hitting the official with the chains, he reached the outer edge of town, and he left into the wilderness.
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He managed to recover some of his strength, as he lay alone underneath the trees of the forest. They provided some shelter but he knew he couldn’t stay hidden for long. After a grueling effort he pulled the gag out of the mask. Then he knew it was time. He knew what he had to do.
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He tried to get his revenge. He came back. After he found his father dead he killed his own mother. He was a torrent of terror around the town, killing any who got near. But they soon outnumbered him before he could reach the alpha. The alpha was his target. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him for what he did to him. Although he was bound once more, the image of the alpha burned into his mind. His rage grew, and he tore from their grasp. Fleeing again into the forest. They wished to pursue, but to maintain his status, the alpha said that they had more important matters to attend to, like restoring the clan. They listened to him and left the already broken and dead man into the forest.
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Radulfr lived his life as an outlaw, but always planned his revenge. He tried to regain his strength. He thought with the help of another clan, he could get his revenge. He travelled from town to town, seeking aid, but all were scared of him or knew that he was an outlaw. He then thought if even alone, he still would succeed. He eventually took on jobs that usually required someone of his strength to assassinate someone, carry deliveries, anything that was against the law. He became like a mercenary in a way. He bought himself new armor. New weapons. Food to feed himself.
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One day, however, he heard that the war was over. He cared not. Nothing would change, he thought. That was, until, years later, he heard that the alpha of his clan was killed, as the other clans figured out that it was him who initiated the crime. He was killed by another man. Perhaps other men. No. He was supposed to be his kill. He could not stand for this. He sought the help from every clan he ventured to. None listened to him. Yet they killed him anyway.
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Currently, he is known as Radulfr Caput Lupinum. Caput Lupinum was the surname he received once he was declared as an outlaw by the clans. It means, the “head of the wolf.” He is no more than an animal to be hunted. Anyone could kill him and receive no punishment by the law. That is, if they could match his strength. He remains living in the wilderness, sometimes in the shadows of the city, in the lowest of places. He remains up for hire, up for any sort of job that will pay. Although, he had developed a reputation for betraying those who employ him by killing them and taking all of their money once their contract was over. But sometimes that was the risk many were willing to take, as he never was caught, and was extremely reliable for any task handed to him.
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He recently found his mate, Wryn, although Radulfr still refuses to believe in mates. Ever since he freed her from her master they have travelled together. Around her, he often becomes more quiet, acting like a silent protective guard in a way.
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Miscellaneous:
He says that the mask is impossible to take off, but some notice that the tar has some cracks around the neck. So perhaps it is possible that he could take it off, yet he continues to wear it.
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The jobs he takes can be priced extremely low, as he will take anything to get food on his plate, no matter how dangerous they might be.
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His favorite color is pink, and his favorite animal is a miniature pony… don’t ask why.
Appearance:
He always wears a silver mask that covers his whole face, and his right eye is covered by dried up tar. His icy blue left eye is the only thing exposed on his face. He is angry almost all the time. It is rare to see him in another emotional state. Other than being serious during a job. Due to the harsh life in the wilderness and the torture he went through, he has many scars across his body. Somehow they’re somewhat vaguely reminiscent of his father’s. His wolf form is white, and he still retains his icy blue eyes. He hardly shifts into a wolf, as his mask would remain on, rendering it very painful. The mask was designed this way so the prisoners would not shift.
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Personality:
He seems to be the embodiment of rage itself. He speaks with a very harsh tone of voice, one that sounds scratched. He holds a strong disdain for any sort of form of law or control. But he usually abides by his employer’s wishes, although reluctantly, as that is the only way he would get paid. But he is unpredictable, making it difficult to know what he is up to. His is very vengeful, and will try to destroy anyone who made him exceptionally angry. His fighting style is extremely reckless, aiming to destroy everything but without tact or any planning included. In this case he may lash out at anything, but can hurt himself in the process.
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History:
The past is something that Radulfr does not wish to remember, although it is what shaped him into what he is today.
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He was born in a small town, a small clan that lived northwest in the Naihan Mountains. Both of his parents were werewolves. His father was a proud warrior that fought for the clan, and his mother was a gatherer that mostly stayed home to take care of the children. The clan remained under the watch of an old alpha, whom the whole clan knew was going to pass his role to a new werewolf soon, as his strength was beginning to fade.
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However, as the war raged on, less and less of the warriors came back to the clan. When Radulfr was very young, his mother had taken in a child that had lost both of his parents under her care. The child was around the same age, and to him, he was a friend and a brother. They grew up together, practicing sword fighting against each other, playing around in the woods of the area, teasing the other children, doing almost everything together. Lost within the young years of childhood, they did not heed the situation of the clan that was always growing ever more present. The alpha had become ill and the food supply began to diminish along with its population. The time to prove their strength for becoming the next alpha has come.
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One night, while the two boys were sleeping in their room, Radulfr got up to get a drink of water. Quietly, he moved across his mother’s room, as to not create a disturbance. However, he heard some light laughs. Shadows formed along the wall, a man and a woman intertwined with embrace. He crept closer, wondering if his father had finally returned home. At closer inspection, it was a complete stranger. He glanced around the room, spotting more men who lined the walls, patiently waiting as if they were in line for their next turn. Frightened, he stumbled back into the table, hand fidgeting behind him. He pulled the knife from the table, and pointed it forward. The men turned their heads as he took a step forward. Get away from my mother, he said. They turned their attention to the woman, and she nodded. Slowly, they approached the boy. He was no match for them. They pulled the knife away from him in an instant.
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Some unspeakable things happened that night, and his mother consensually agreed. She just did nothing. She just watched with no emotion. This was the beginning, when hatred burned within him for the first time. The morning after, he told his friend and brother what happened, and he understood, suggesting leaving the place. They ran, but with no destination. Into the snowy wilderness, they starved. But they survived since they had each other. They grew older, and one day, like from out of a tale, a figure of Radulfr’s father appeared. All of his armor battered and clothing torn, he stood there with his sword hanging low, blood-stained of enemies long past. Scars stretched across his face, and his face had no emotion.
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It happened to be that his father was searching for the village. But he once knew his way there. The same intelligent and strong father he knew was not there anymore. For the next few days, the boys took care of their brain dead father, who hardly remembered anything. Who could not describe the horrors he saw on the battlefield. He could not remember his own son. Not even his own wife. When Radulfr told him what happened with his mother, his father just merely laughed and asked if that was all. As their father’s mental state got worse, his brother told him that they should head back to the town, as the other clans were far away and they would not make it there in time. As he was an extra mouth to feed, hunting was made harder. Especially during the winter. With reluctance, Radulfr agreed.
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As they made it back to the town, the next alpha had not been chosen yet. The same alpha still ruled, lying on his deathbed. They found out that the rest of the warriors had gone the day after the boys had left, but never returned. Their mother embraced them, telling them how much she missed them and how she thought they had died. Not that she would have even cared, Radulfr thought. She was glad to see their father, and offered to take care of him. She treated her mate as if he was the only one in her life, and that made Radulfr sick. He wondered if his brother felt the same way, but it was hard to make out his emotion.
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Eventually, they tried to adjust to their old way of life. Him, his brother, and the rest of the children became adults, and became strong like their fathers. The old alpha had past away. It was time for the next alpha to be chosen, but also to find a way to restore the clan. Radulfr thought that brutal strength of justice was the best way to show his resolve, but his brother thought of cooperation. Most viewed the brother as a more peaceful warrior, and the others answered to him. Eventually Radulfr gave in and listened to his ways. One night, he devised a plan for them to set out and reclaim another clan’s territories, one that was rumored to be their clan’s original lands. The rest agreed with the plan, including Radulfr. After the meeting, he took Radulfr out into secret, and explained to him that he has no intention of being the alpha, that he thought Radulfr deserved the title, and now he could prove his strength by leading the attack. He went into more gruesome detail about what needed to be done. They would burn the houses, kill them all, take all of their things. But a necessary evil was needed for the good. But the others would know their strength and respect them. After a long hesitance, Radulfr agreed. He thought that once this was over, at least their clan would be somewhat restored to it once was, back to those peaceful times like when they were children.
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Radulfr led the group to the next clan over. He felt a pain in his chest. Werewolves attacking other werewolves was wrong. He then realized that they could get into huge trouble for this by the other clans. It was nearing the beginning of the attack, and he suddenly pleaded to his brother that this wasn’t the way. There had to be some other way they could restore the clan. He looked him dead in the eye. His brother always listened to him. He always had. However, this time was different. With a scoff, him and the rest of the werewolves took off past him, leaving him behind. He could hear incoherent words yelled by his brother as they initiated the attack. Radulfr stood back, eyes widened as he watched the village become covered with flames and screams. Eventually, he joined in.
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Time had past since then. It was a huge success. The success was attributed to Radulfr, but his brother became the new alpha. He never knew why. But the clan slowly became restored, and eventually gained a reputation. Radulfr was surprised as to why, maybe strength was all that was needed after all. But there was something suspicious, but he could not figure it out. One day, coming back home from hunting, Radulfr found the current alpha and another man arguing. Once he appeared, his brother pointed to him, and the other man, no, the other alpha, followed by other men, came towards him. He was sentenced to death. He was the one who led the attack on one of their villages.
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But my brother was the one who also led the attack, he planned everything, he tried to argue. But his “brother” claimed to be born of different parents, and that argument alone was enough evidence that Radulfr was a liar and a traitor. But he was right. That was the truth. In reality, he had just been a close friend. One of the children that his mother took care of. His mother. Even she could not speak for neither of their actions at the moment. Radulfr looked at their childhood friends, all of which gave him ice-cold glares. Glares of betrayal. Everyone had betrayed him. The alpha then said that Radulfr was accused of leading the attack on the city without his approval, and now shall face the punishment.
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The clan who took him as prisoner had much more sophisticated towns. Which meant much more sophisticated torture equipment and treatments. After a long, dreadful period in the prison, he stood outside in the town, chained to the wall, wearing a mask of shame. It covered his whole face except for his eyes, and he wore a spiked collar, needles pointed towards his neck. The mask included a spiked gag, so were he to speak, it would be extremely painful. People passing by laughed at him. They threw food at him. It was a long time. But a long time to think. He thought about everything that had happened. Rage began to burn within.
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As an official came by, he did not let him go. Instead, he poured hot tar over his head. It hurt. But Radulfr just stared at him. As the boiling liquid began to solidify, it covered the cracks of the mask, and it covered his right eye. However the glare of the one icy blue eye continued to burn with such intensity the official could not describe. His muscles flexed, pulling the chains off the wall, tearing apart the stones as they did. The official was immediately on his guard, ready to attack but he knew that the prisoner could not do much. Painfully, the needles dug into his neck as he turned his head to face him. With one hand, he tore the device off. He said nothing as his glare continued to just stare at him. The official shifted into his wolf form, aiming to pounce on him but he knocked him away with one of the chains. It struck the official to the ground, and he loomed over him. After repeatedly hitting the official with the chains, he reached the outer edge of town, and he left into the wilderness.
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He managed to recover some of his strength, as he lay alone underneath the trees of the forest. They provided some shelter but he knew he couldn’t stay hidden for long. After a grueling effort he pulled the gag out of the mask. Then he knew it was time. He knew what he had to do.
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He tried to get his revenge. He came back. After he found his father dead he killed his own mother. He was a torrent of terror around the town, killing any who got near. But they soon outnumbered him before he could reach the alpha. The alpha was his target. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him for what he did to him. Although he was bound once more, the image of the alpha burned into his mind. His rage grew, and he tore from their grasp. Fleeing again into the forest. They wished to pursue, but to maintain his status, the alpha said that they had more important matters to attend to, like restoring the clan. They listened to him and left the already broken and dead man into the forest.
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Radulfr lived his life as an outlaw, but always planned his revenge. He tried to regain his strength. He thought with the help of another clan, he could get his revenge. He travelled from town to town, seeking aid, but all were scared of him or knew that he was an outlaw. He then thought if even alone, he still would succeed. He eventually took on jobs that usually required someone of his strength to assassinate someone, carry deliveries, anything that was against the law. He became like a mercenary in a way. He bought himself new armor. New weapons. Food to feed himself.
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One day, however, he heard that the war was over. He cared not. Nothing would change, he thought. That was, until, years later, he heard that the alpha of his clan was killed, as the other clans figured out that it was him who initiated the crime. He was killed by another man. Perhaps other men. No. He was supposed to be his kill. He could not stand for this. He sought the help from every clan he ventured to. None listened to him. Yet they killed him anyway.
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Currently, he is known as Radulfr Caput Lupinum. Caput Lupinum was the surname he received once he was declared as an outlaw by the clans. It means, the “head of the wolf.” He is no more than an animal to be hunted. Anyone could kill him and receive no punishment by the law. That is, if they could match his strength. He remains living in the wilderness, sometimes in the shadows of the city, in the lowest of places. He remains up for hire, up for any sort of job that will pay. Although, he had developed a reputation for betraying those who employ him by killing them and taking all of their money once their contract was over. But sometimes that was the risk many were willing to take, as he never was caught, and was extremely reliable for any task handed to him.
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He recently found his mate, Wryn, although Radulfr still refuses to believe in mates. Ever since he freed her from her master they have travelled together. Around her, he often becomes more quiet, acting like a silent protective guard in a way.
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Miscellaneous:
He says that the mask is impossible to take off, but some notice that the tar has some cracks around the neck. So perhaps it is possible that he could take it off, yet he continues to wear it.
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The jobs he takes can be priced extremely low, as he will take anything to get food on his plate, no matter how dangerous they might be.
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His favorite color is pink, and his favorite animal is a miniature pony… don’t ask why.
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