Sanguis Cynophilious -Nickname: Sangy.Gender status:
Intersex, agender. (Pronouns: they/them)Age:
Luxembourg. Hair Color:
Dark reddish orange with some vitiligo.Eye Color:
Dark green.Skin tone:
Fairly pale, some vitiligo spots.Tattoos:
Serial number on right wrist.Piercings:Scars:
whip scars on the back and backs of their legs. Some surgery scars.
Sangy was raised to be the best and to do their duty without fail. As such, they often spend hours upon hours making sure they have everything correct. This may have resulted in a bit of an obsession with details, sadly.Obedient:
As benefitting from a well-bred and well-conditioned werewolf, Sangy answers to commands on the spot and has no trouble listening to even the most complex one. They can be a bit uncreative filling them at times, but their brain does seem to work.High Tolerance:
Due to growing up being prodded and poked due to their unique body and due to their status as a rich werewolf, Sangy is very hard to anger for a werewolf. They tend to more huff and move away from troublesome pups, than growl. Some joke they are even de-barked.
Sangy was raised by werewolves who truly believed their money and their bloodline was the best. Their ways rubbed off to Sangy very hard, as Sangy was in and out of the family hospital and library. Sangy will not question easily, they will rarely even comment unless their opinion is asked. This also means their medical care is often scientific and exact. Stuck in behavioural models:
Sangy knows very well what was expected of them back in Luxembourg. To appear regal and without a hair out of place at meetings, do their orderly and later medical job without causing problems and listen to their elders.Submissive:
This is not a very dominant wolf, even if Sangy tries their best to act their rank. They aren't exactly the pushiest doctor and anyone higher rank than they can pretty much walk all over them. Toxic:
Despite being extremely submissive and typically hard to anger, Sanguis still lives by the rules their family set for them. As such, Sanguis is constantly trying to make their pack behave similarly. Especially for the less socially aware North Pack members, this viewpoint can be damaging to accept. Sanguis does not care, the way of their family is the -true- way anyway. Stubborn/Frustrated:
After the (unwanted) rescue by their pack, Sanguis has not been in the best of moods. They lash out and refuse to accept that the North Pack is compassionate and caring. Sanguis got the taste of a life they truly wanted, and now the difference between their former life and their new pack is more blatant to them.Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual, anything goes if expected of them.
WE WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYONE ABOVE 7'0
Please make your Lycan form a few inches over the Human formWolfHeight:
Dark red-brown gradient fading to light on their belly, feet and snout. Vitiligo spots here and there. Eyeglass pattern in darker red-brown around the eyes, melting into a 'hoop' around the mane. Mane itself is lighter red. Almost a brindle pattern on dark red on the body, paws and tail. Bitten or born:
BornAllergic to silver:
Visual Of Character
Look at the artwork.
While in the quote un quote new world, werewolves generally had all the freedom to roam until the europeans arrived, in europe itself living in such cramped spaces was often quite the task. Especially when you lived in central europe, where sea was far off and cities were the norm. But what wilderness didn't give, the cities offered. Mainly, money.
So it was that a very industrious werewolf family began to hoard money as well as any local werewolves who roamed near their territory. These rogues were invited in with promises of good hunts and safety, often these promises were even met.
But the thing about hoarding is that it abhors change. As centuries crawled onwards, the once healthy pool of werewolves of the Cynophilious family slowly bottlenecked into a mess. From that mess, Sangy was born.
Of course, they weren't red as blood, but their reddish fur even as a pup was seen as a mark of the family breeding. Pity, it also came with a severe case of intersexuality. Poor Sangy was in and out of hospitals a lot due to their hormones bouncing about their body like hyper superballs. But to the family elders' joy, Sangy also started to show interest in medicine.
As such, Sangy had the pleasure of being tutored daily into pathology and anatomy. Once they were sixteen, they started on more complex subjects. Any deviation was punished, all social events were compulsory. They HAD to get that doctorate by 25.
So they did, all the while staying stylish and regal. But also more and more useless to the family, as the treatments they had received had made them infertile. As such, Sangy ended up just being the family doctor.
Until they saw a younger cousin being trained how they once were. The implication was clear, Sanguis was going to be replaced.
So they packed their bags and headed away into the wilderness of Germany, hoping to find a pack there that needed them. Some amount of alcohol and drugs might have been involved deciding this.
Sanguis arrived to Germany in good time and met with Trace, their future alpha. Though the doctor was strange, they soon found themselves as the pack's sole healer. Things went well, though rather sedate, until a gaggle of local hunters captured the red wolf.
Kept in a basement, Sanguis met the hunters' chief torturer, Niks. Niks hit all the ideal things Sanguis has subconsciously sought for in a master, and the wolf quickly not only submitted to the human but actually felt mental peace in their situation. Though they would not reveal the location of the North Pack, even under torture.
However, Sanguis' pack had not been idle. They burst into the hunters' lair and 'rescued' the very reluctant Sanguis. This act of betrayal sparked an inner-fire in the doctor, which made them lash out at their packmates. Right now, Sanguis is still healing from the torture, but time will tell if they will stay loyal to their pack. Or will their growing sense of freedom destroy them before that can happen?
Agility - 7
Strength - 5
Luck - 2
Inkblot groaned at the questions, he hated when the new meat was so damned ignorant. It made training and integrating them into the culture much harder.
“You are a werewolf, you have been captured. That is the wrong you did, you were born a monster” Inkblot repeated the age-old mantra the Handlers used.
“Basically, you are going to be trained to serve a purpose and that means your old life is over. If they let you have your old name, great, but I doubt it” he said and laughed at Nicodemus’ statement.
“No, you don’t. I fight when my owners tell me to, sometimes killing other werewolves. Like pit bulls, I am a fighting dog for my master” Inkblot explained, circling the new werewolf like a predator.
“I am here to offer you a nice way to adjust, otherwise, well” he spoke, looking at the door.
“They will get their product in the end. It just can be either painful or easy for you” he finished his speech.