Draziar Vladimir

[draziar]

Name: Draziar Vladimir
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Pack/Rebellion: Havren
Desired Rank: Beta Male
Appearance:

Standing roughly at six foot two, Draziar is your typical average male. Dark hair covers his scalp usually remaining in a messy untamed fashion and stubble defines his chiseled features. Amber colors his eyes, and if you look close enough you can see little black stripes within the middle of his iris' stretching out from the pupil. Weighing about 185, muscles carve his body into what he calls a masterpiece. When it comes to cloths, he'll wear just about anything depending on the situation. Mostly, however, it's just a pair of simple jeans that will make his ass look good, and a button down loose shirt that's either short sleeved or long sleeved. During the summer he's usually in wife beaters or nothing at all if permitted. Along his side, just beneath his right arm is a nasty looking scar. It stretches from the top of his ribs and gashes down to just above the bottom of his ribs before curving towards his back ending in a point. A tattoo rests upon his chest, on the left side just below his collar bone. A simple name weaved in beautiful lettering. Ava. The name itself is unknown to most, but to him it means everything. Around the name are little green vines with sharp thorns. A single moon lily still in its twisted star sharp rests just above the A of the name.


As a wolf his fur consists of mostly grays with markings of white throughout the entire pelt. His furs texture is rather smooth, but still holding a rough touch to it. Muscles shift about beneath his fur. Standing roughly at the tallest for a gray wolf his legs carry him 38 inches from the ground from paw to shoulder. Lengthwise, he measures 6.4 feet from head to tail. His amber eyes transfer over from his human appearance to the wolf form, as well as the scar upon his side. However, the tattoo is not visible in this form. The pads on his paws are a more milky gray than black, and his claws on his back left leg are white.

Personality:

For the most part, Draziar is the kind of man that just wants to relax and have fun. With a rather cheery outlook on life it's not uncommon for Draz to be making people laugh and cheering them up while doing so. However, he is very strict in his ways and does not enjoy, whatsoever, people trying to change that. He respects his elders, as well as the higher heirarchy, but when it comes down to it he will tell someone straight up when they have done something wrong be it the alpha or not. This quirk has got him into quite a bit of trouble in the past, but he's confident that he held his own fairly well in it. There isn't a day that goes by when Draz isn't in his wolf form racing along the lands. Running is one of his favorite hobbies and it makes him feel more alive and refreshed than anything. When serious is needed, Draziar has no problem putting his easy going attitude aside and getting into a serious mood. His responsibilities are high on his priority list and can easily get aggravated at others who shirk their responsibilities. When it comes to loving someone, he's not so good at it. He keeps people at an emotionally safe distance and keeps only a few good friends. Though he's always looking for his better half, it’s just going to take him a long while. Sometimes he doesn’t know how to properly word something towards people and can hurt the other’s feelings without even meaning too. He’s rather blunt, but only on certain topics.

Draziar has a strange fear of snakes. Ever since he was a kid he had been terrified of them. His so called friends would always tease him about it and chase him around with said reptile. Now days he’s more likely going to try and beat you the hell up for trying to use a snake against him; once you’ve lost the snake anyhow. The only other thing Draziar finds a fear in is people. He doesn’t like being hurt, and he knows from his past that people are the ones to hurt you the most. Draziar is also rather protective of those close to him. He would willingly rip out a throat for said friend if need be; or at least attempt it. He’s a well trained fighter, but this doesn’t mean he likes to fight. In fact he hates it so much that he gets really pissed off when he’s forced to do it which in turn makes his attacks even more vicious.

If there’s one thing Draziar loves the most it’s children. He absolutely adores them no matter what species they are. A child is one thing he could never bare his fangs at, even if it’s a pup from another pack. Though he does get annoyed with those disrespectful undisciplined kids; the ones that throw a nasty huge fit for not getting what they want and yell and scream at their parents. He also loses respect for the parents of those said children as they did not take the proper time to fully take care of them properly and teach them from the beginning. Of course this is just his viewing of the matter.

If there is one thing he isn't, it's being modest. He has no shame in his body and it's not unusual to see him walking around in just a towel, or even buck naked in his home. Never does he freak out like most would should someone walk in on him naked. He'll probably keep on his doings and ask why they were there.

If you want to know anymore about him…RP with him!

History:

There was nothing fancy about Draziar’s birth. He was born with a two minute younger sister to a pair of your ordinary average werewolves within the Havren pack. Draziar’s childhood was a decent one. He grew up with his sister, Ava, playing and learning all their parents had to show. Draziar grew up without a mother. He never knew about her and his father refused to talk about her. His father was a gentle one though, always gentle about how he acted towards them, but still having that firm, strict, I’m-the-boss attitude. When Draziar and Ava were around seven their father began to teach them the ways of fighting, intent on showing the two how to take care of themselves. Day in and day out Draziar spent it mostly on training with only a few hours to himself to spend with Ava who wasn’t on the same strict schedule Draz was on. This went on until Draziar and Ava were at least twenty years of age. In this time the twins were as close as could be, and their father was content with the way their life was going. Alas, a life isn’t full of rainbows and flowers. The three were out hunting when they were ambushed by a few wolves from the veronti pack; a group of five if Draziar recalled correctly.

They had attacked without warning, first taking out their father. This quickly made Draziar and Ava retaliate just as quickly. The fight didn’t last long as there were to many. Their father had fallen and Ava had tried to run to him but three wolves closed in on her. Anger boiled within Draziar and he lunged at them, blinded by the rage as they tried to hurt his sister. The blind rage only seemed to put the odds against him. The male leading the small group intercepted him, ripping his side open and up to his back. The last thing Draziar had heard was Ava’s cry before he hit the ground in an unconscious state. He awoke some odd days later back at the Havren castle stitched up and disoriented. The moment he realized he was alone Draziar was hit with a furious depression. For months he sulked around the castle as he was not allowed to leave until his wound was healed. According to the ones who found him he was nearly dead from the gash.

The wound had healed marvelously with the care from some other wolves that were taking care of him. Draziar, relieved that he was as good as new, set himself on finding out who had attacked his family and why. For years he searched, but to no avail did he find any clues. So the next best thing for him to do was to climb into pack ranks. There wasn’t much he could do as a regular member, but as a Beta he had more liberty and perhaps even more information. His first desires for being Beta were purely selfish and when he acquired the rank he went through even known information that the hierarchies were privileged with. Though, as time went by, the anger in his heart receded and he focused more on the pack and protecting them. He took his Beta responsibilities more seriously and helped the Alphess as much as he could, but from time to time he still tries to figure out who did it.

OoC: Shitty history I know. Bleh.

Relatives:

Mother: Natasha - Alive - Unknown Whereabouts
Father: Triston - Deceased
Twin Sister: Ava - Deceased

RP Sample:

Large paws strolled through shadows in a leisurely pace. A wicked smile twisted the corners of the large brute's muzzle as his gleaming red eyes took in everything around him. His banner was held high, but no one would be able to see. The area darkened as he moved through it, coming up on the area Daemon was in. His mind cranked and turned with each possibility that presented itself with what he had in mind. His mate had been wanting puppies as did Zetsumei, but alas no matter how hard they tried she never conceived. It killed zetsumei to see his mate so upset, so much in fact he had went out and found a stray wolf to mutilate. Although now was a different story. If they could not have their own puppies, then Zetsumei would get the next best thing for his precious mate. His tongue slid out along the side of his jowls as he pondered on how Zal would react to it. He hadn't said a word about it to her yet, but he knew she would be happy to have a pup of her own. At least that's what he hoped.

She would miss out on the actual birthing(something Zetsumei didn't mind as he heard women got really pissy during pregnancy), and the first few months of a pups life, but at least she would still get a young pup not even ready to be away from her parents. His ears perked as he heard chatter and he seemed to cackle to himself picking up his pace into a steady trot. He prowled around a few bushes and stopped dead in his tracks. Just in front of him were two wolves hiding behind the foliage. His grin turned into a sinister smile, pulling back his lips until all his pearly whites were bare and glimmered through his shadows. The alphess! Oh, how sweet this would be! The young Alphena was going to be a nice treat for Zetsumei. She was off her turf, which meant she was fair game. Shaking his head his eyes danced over to the dark pelted brute. The healer was there too? Idly he wondered what exactly he was doing. Perhaps he was the father? Zetsumei guessed he would find out.

A sinister laugh echoed from him, one he knew the two would hear; but they would not see him. He slunk up behind them, walking between them allowing his shadows to brush along the Alphena's sides as a taunt, before he sauntered over to the puppy and Daemon. His eyes studied the puppy as he circled around Daemon and the she-pup. "What a mighty fine looking puppy you are..." He chuckled darkly as his shadows twisted and grew darker before dissipating, slowly bringing him into view for all to see. He didn't look towards the bushes for if they thought he didn't know they were there then it would be an even more exciting moment when he took this puppy for his own. He stood just too the side of Daemon, head held high as he gazed at the puppy. Ah yes, Zalaria would most definitely love this little puppy. Her duel optic eyes were intriguing and the blue nose was rather curious. His eyes moved over her, studying the blue markings on her rump. He smirked, definitely a sign that this she-pup was Satori's little one.

Poor, poor Satori. Leaving such a gorgeous pup all abandoned. He cackled in his mind, wondering if he would ever get a visit from the disfigured she-wolf. There seemed to be a lot going on in Exodious and perhaps he needed to take a peek and see what the on-goings were; but that was for another time. For now, he had to convince this puppy that her mother was a worthless bitch and the little pup deserved better. It would be much easier to take Rayala in if the she-pup was cooperative. She was just at the right age too, easily manipulated and would make the perfect daughter for himself and Zalaria. He grinned, prowling around to circle the pup once more in a slow, leisure pace.

Other:

You can call me Vlad.

RP Sample is from WCE of my Alpha wolf Zetsumei.

Other Characters: None

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