Vikernes

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Geoff Vikernes


PB:David Gold

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~*Full Name: Geoff Varg Vikernes

~*Alias: Vik or Vikernes

~*Age: 95 Years of Age

~*Race: Lycan

~*Gender: Male

*Appearance:
Vikernes dresses up pretty normally, sporting just any t-shirt he finds, jeans, boots, the usual. Sporting a small mohawk on his head and an unshaved beard(so glorious) looking almost like a rocker of sorts. His eyes are of a distinct dark grey, the hair is of a blonde, brown mixture. All in all he's not one to care much for appearance, he likes the way he looks and what others think of it is indifferent to him, it has always been like that. He's of an average height and a reasonable weight. Quite fit from the battles he still participates in and the work out, added he has a high metabolism, therefore working his body is quite easy to him. As a Lycan he's easily diferentiated from the others for having a greyish skin tone.

~*Personality:
Vikernes is cold, a silent person with not much respect for others around, but not disrespect either, just plain indifference. He lives in his own dark world, trapped in a corner created by himself, the world around him means little. He's been through a lot and copes with it the best way he can, by isolating himself of everyone else, therefore protecting himself and his feeling(By somewhat deleting all traces of them). It's hard for him to feel empathy and he's always extremely cryptic. Trusting his also something out of the question, he trusts no one, and if he is to trust someone they better give a really good reason. He has no quarrel with the leader of the local clan of Lycans but he also prefers not to answer to him and just live his own life. He's a loner, vicious in battle but calm most of the times. Enjoys his drinks and smokes inside almost empty rock bars. For being an excellent warrior many of his kind seek his assistance but he rarely ever helps them, unless he feels like it's completely necessary to protect the entirety of the community, for he is inserted in it. He loves nature for the calmness he finds in it.

~*History:
Vikernes was born somewhere in Norway but he didn't stay there for long, his parents flew to America to meet up with some members of his family and decided to stay there permanently, reasons he never truly found, and to be fair he didn't even remember Norway so why even bother? He spent most of his childhood near Toronto, Canada and moves to New York when he was only a teenager. This constant moving made him unattached to most people he met, afraid of leaving them once again. Even tho he was a friendly guy and easy to talk to, he wasn't truly your greatest pal because he kept a certain distance of everyone.

He trusted his parents and not much else. A school drop out his parents never gave him much crap for it, instead they simply told him to start looking for a job. He made his living off small gigs as security, shop assistant, janitor and some others, nothing really big, but he had enough to finally rent a room for himself and start his own life. With great aspirations he dreamed of opening his own bar and gaining all of his income and good times from it.

For the most part he was a simple man with simple aspirations. After his father heard about his wish he decided to help him start the business and together they opened a small bar dedicated to all rock fans. It was successful to a certain extent and he had a somewhat easy life after that. He could say there was some more joy in his life too. With the money he got he got a new house, a small house, nothing too fancy near the suburbs, with part of the woods serving as his backyard. And that backyard would become his horror.

One night, out of work he arrived home extremely late and away from everyone he found it weird to hear noises near his place. The noises came from the back and when he went to the back he saw someone standing there, clothes ripped, bloody and almost naked. His first reaction was to try and aid him. The man said he had been attacked by a creature in the woods. As unusual as it was from Vik he allowed the man in to clean his wounds, but as he started looking at the blood he noticed there were no wounds underneath, only then did he realize how much he had fucked up.

The man was a Lycan and turned right in the middle of his living room. Trying to defend himself the best way he can, terrified Vik grabbed kitchen knives or anything he could. He heard more noises outside, someone breaking the door and just as he heard that the beast jumped him and bit him ripping part of his shoulder with it. The people entering started screaming things inaudible to him with all the pain and blood. The creature headed toward the entrance hall where he heard gunshots and more screaming.

Vik's only reaction was to walk toward the woods, or just drag himself. He made it to the woods outside his house, mainly because whoever was inside was too busy handling the creature. With the lack of blood he fainted and felt hands drag him more into the woods. The people that woke him up were Lycans themselves chasing the one that had gone astray, and the people that broke down his door according to them were vampires. All this was extremely weird to him, but point was, he was now one of them, a wolf.

Years passed before he got used to idea of feeding and all that. He still lives in the same house, from time to time fellow Lycans check on him but for the most part he lives alone and away from the situation between Lycans and Vampires. He has been harassed by hunters, forced to kill a few, but not even that is a great deal to him. Perhaps it's time to be a bit more active about it, but after everything that happened he trusts no one and seeks no companions, he became a bitter, lonely man, something that he already was but to a minor degree.

The leader of the Lycans in New York should be bothered by a Lycan that doesn't even communicate with the clan but isn't because like it's widely known between the ranks, Vik isn't one to get in troubles, therefore he isn't a trouble to him.

~*RP Sample:

Defining the term hostility is not as easy as it may seem, evidence would be that perhaps the number one enemy Salvatore had was the Lycan Alpha, Viktor... What made it strange was that the very person that could be named enemy was in this precise moment heading to where Salvatore was heading, to discuss negotiations and to further improve the peace between the wolf and the bat. The Elder loved cultural events so knowing of a marvelous opera happening that same night, what other place could he pick? Using his connections and money he got hold of a VIP balcony with prime view for the show.

He eyed the road through the window on the car admiring the way people moved through the night, unaware of the things that roamed the darkest corners of earth. His eyes lowered until they met the newspaper in his hand with which he "knocked" on the glass separating him from the driver, a fellow vampire "Move faster...I do not wish to arrive late.". With a sigh he kept on reading as the driver murmured a low y'sir. Being an elder had it's advantages, other vampires were basically forced to kneel before him and even most Lycans paid a certain amount of respect for him, knowing that he was a great opponent in battle; Viktor was most certainly aware of this.

The car started slowing down as they approached the building. He waited for the car to be perfectly parked and the driver to open the door for him. Laying the dark hat gently on his head and dragging the cane with him, a cane he didn't use but sported for the style only. Outside there seemed to be some cold air, but he wasn't sensitive to that kind of things. Buttoning up the long black silk suit he started walking toward the door, passing ahead the long line since he was allowed to.

The door was opened for him and before he got inside he looked around, looking for possible Lycans guarding the area. They were there obviously, but so were his men, neither of them were idiotic enough to come unprotected. Entering the main hall he was greeted by a short, ugly and bald man that seemed rather jolly even tho Notre Damme was too far for him. He showed both Salvatore and his guard the way to the places reserved for them and just as they got near the door the elder gave the hat to his guard and smiled "You go back outside, there's no need for me to be babysat.".

The prospect of leaving his master alone with a Lycan wasn't pleasing but he nodded and walked back as he knew Salvatore was to be trusted, and if he wasn't afraid, neither should they be. The door was opened for him and inside he picked one of the five or six red silk chairs, picking one of the two more at the center. Shortly after he was all comfortable a girl entered, clearly a vampire as she sat near her Lord without even asking for permission.

It wasn't common for someone of such importance to come to cultural events unaccompanied or just accompanied by another man so Salvatore enjoyed the company of a female, even if only for the appearance. She was to remain silent and just be a sort of pet there, which to be fair was good for her, they enjoyed serving him so obviously she wouldn't mind. The lights went down a notch as the people downstairs started sitting, the show was about to begin and the wolf was late.

Salvatore turned his head to the girl and whispered in a serious tone "He's late...That is quite rude, not only toward me but toward the actors and singers, arriving late at such events is only a sign of how primitive they still are!". The girl nodded and looked at the stage as he did the same. The show was starting, an extremely obese lady(like most of them were) started singing, and for her own good her voice was exceptional. He wasn't surprised tho, after hundreds of years living, he had seen better, but credit was due.

Optional

*Likes:
-Booze
-Smokes
-Rock Music
-Being Alone
-Not being pissed off
-Nature
-The Mountains
-Animals

*Dislikes:
-Hunters
-Vampires
-Some Lycans
-Authority
-Large groups
-Unwanted noise
-Loud People
-Hunger

*What you want to see happen to your character: We'll see...
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