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NAME: Varik
SOULNAME: Bal
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
TRIBE: GoBacks

APPEARANCE: Spiky, unruly dark brown hair that goes down a couple of inches from his shoulders. He has clear blue eyes( so blue it almost looks white). Slender build, 4'4. He wears a fur-lined bandana, when not weaing his hood. When he is going to battle or about to hunt he will don his long tooth cat hood.(The hood part is the cats head with its longest teeth shielding his temples. He has added antlers to the hood from his first mount as a tribute to it. Has a fur lined tunic that runs down a hands length from his knee with a large heavy belt to hold his dagger and sword. Fur lined leather pants that are stuffed into his knee high boots. When out and about in the cold wilderness hunting for food or trolls he often wears his muffler which is wrapped around the bottom half of his face and trails down his back. (sorta like a cloak) All the fur that lines his clothing is a light gray or white and the leather is a darker gray. (I will be drawing this char to better describe what he looks like 0o.)

PERSONALITY:Enjoys hunting whether it be for food or trolls. Gets frustrated alot when things are going to slow or when around strangers. He prefers the company of his tribe for he thinks they are the only ones worthy of his attention. He sees other tribes as weak or beneath him but not as a snobby way just that they arent as hardened as his people are. Loves to be around his own tribe but also has times when he just needs to be alone out in the wild. He'd spend days on end out surviving the harsh wilderness to heighten his ability to hunt and survive.

HISTORY: Raised to be a hunter, Varik started out as a elk-herder as a young boy before he was old enough for his first hunt. At the age of 15 he was able to go on his first hunting party for trolls. Through the years he has continued to fight along side his father, acquiring many scars along his body and face. During one particular battle against the trolls who have tried to take his tribes hunting grounds,(Varik is now about 18) Varik's father tragically died from a spear in his lung. Seeing his fathers death put Varik in a mad rage causing him to dash blindly into a group of well armed war trolls. Fighting blindling he hoped that he would join his Father in death not wanting to go on. Swinging his blade at the angry and warpainted faces of the trolls that have killed his Father, Varik roared as bloodthirsty as a hungry long toothed cat. Hacking and slicing he cut threw the hordes of trolls on either side of him, the snow that had drifted white where now bloody. His face, which was clear when he woke the morning before the attack, was now a mask of running blood. He ignored the searing pain that screamed at him with every swing of his blade for a troll had sliced the length of his shoulder blade almost to the bone. After a time Varik had killed most of the trolls who havent run away, standing there among the dead he dropped down to his knees and yelled to the heavens. Since then Varik swore to be stronger to protect his tribe and protect his Mother. (he has gained a large scar running down his shoulderblade that he touches whenever he remembers his father or about to go into battle.)

POWER: ShapeShifter. He still doesnt know that he has this power but in his earlier years he would feel the instincts of the long toothed cats that roamed the tundra. ( More will come of this during the RPG)

SKILLS: Highly skilled with the short sword and daggers. A very well trained hunter who can hear farther and track down almost anything. He's a survivalist who can withstand the elemants.

FAMILY: His Father Elkep who died when Varik was only 18 during a battle against the wartrolls. Raised him to be a fighter and a protecter of his tribe. Ivarra his mother is still alive and well. Has no siblings or lifemate.
~~~~~Varik~~~~
The wind carries us towards the future......whether we like it or not....

The night air brushed its icy fingers through Varik's hair as if it were his lover. He stood out in the harsh cold as he has done for as long as he could remember. It was calming to him, the way the wind twirled the snowdrifts against his fur-lined boots. Looking down from his perch atop a small snow covered hill, Varik watched as the soft amber glow of his tribe's campfires twinkled in an out of sight. The wind was picking up and was making the visiblility next to nothing. Sighing he began down the hill, trudging through the knee high snow banks.

Brushing past the thick animal furs that made up the door that lead into a deep cavern, Varik was welcomed by his mother Ivarra. She was holding a large candle to navigate through the dark parts of the cave. " The weather getting bad out there Varik?" she asked, worry etching her question. Varik smiled, "Think it will be as white as a newborn fawns belly." he said as he brushed his hood off his head. She had changed ever since her lovemate had died years before. Varik didnt like to see his mother like this, he remembered his mother being a proud elk-herder. But now, it seemed that a flame in her had died and only left cold embers. Nodding she brightened, "Well then, best I get to bed if I'm going to be able to dig my way to the barn." Giving her only son a tight hug, they said their goodnights and went down seperate tunnels.

Lying on his back Varik stretched and stifled a yawn with his fist. The large furs for his bedding felt good compaired to the hardened tundra floor he'd been sleeping on for about 5 days. In those days he'd been stalking down small troll hunting parties, just to the south of his tribe's home. Turning on his side Varik rubbed his left shoulderblade, feeling the deep scar which ran the length of his back. Yawning again he drifted into a deep sleep.

~~~"Go......" A whisper echoed in his chamber. Jolting up with a dagger inhand Varik panned his sleeping chamber. He was alone, sighing he fell back onto his furs. "Ehh...just a dream" he breathed as he closed his eyes. As he shut them an image flared across his mind. A large Palace reached high into the sky, taller than the mountains that gathered around his tribe's cavern. "Go......Now!" he heard the whisper within his head, it seemed closer....louder. His eyes snapped open, and he quickly stood up. " Not a dream. What is this....?" he began. It was a feeling he had never felt before, a need for something, to be somewhere. It seemed to grab his mind and pull him, it couldn't be ignored.

As the minutes passed from the time he had awoke to the time he was saddling his elk, the pull turned from a timid fawn to a ragging buck. Securing his dagger to the saddle alongside his rations, Varik looked back up the hill towards his tribe's cavern, it was harly noticable in the whiteout. His elk snorted impatienly ready for the ride,turning towards the southeast Varik mounted the large beast. Throwing his muffler around to protect his mouth and neck from the cold, Varik kicked the sides of the elk, heading towards the ever growing pull.