ArtemisHighmore Character Name:
Aurel, King of Lupi di FortunaFace Model/Physical Description:
Grey eyes, boarding on silver, gruff exterior. Broad of shoulder and tall of height, he is the physical specimen of a great Northman. Age:
Born sometime in 922 ADSexuality:
Aurel is a quiet, dark stone among a wild sea of fur. He was born to war and takes each battle as a personal challenge of his might and tactical skill. Victory has tempered his rashness and he is prone to long hours of consideration on the eve of battle, mulling over things to ensure the best chance of success for his brave warriors.
Aurel was born to the Volga people; his name among them was Wiglif and he was a considerable warrior in his own right. The Volga people, particularly his clan, were traders of women and would exchange their slave girls at random. It was common practice to take any slave girl that struck their fancy, entering the owner’s abode and taking them as a sign of claiming her as his property. It was from this practice that Aurel came to view all women as inferior, nothing more than property to be enjoyed and traded for things that were needed.
Though the exact date now eludes Aurel’s memory, he and several warriors were given a task by the angel of death, an elderly woman in his tribe said to have the shaman like abilities. She spoke of a great beast in the forest that, if slain, would make Aurel, still called Wiglif, a great hero and perhaps king. Tempted by this prospect, Wiglif charged gallantly into the forest in search of the great beast. It was there that he, Wiglif, would die and from that death would be born Aurel.
The early years and their faded memories are awash in blood. Filled with a ravenous hunger, the newly changed Aurel had returned to his people, no longer recognizing them as more than food and devoured them, every man, woman and child. All except for the angel of death, who he set upon a tree, bound by her own innards, the then small part of his still thinking brain blaming her for making him this monster. After that he became little more than a legend, a shadowy nightmare that stalked his own people.
Throughout the years Aurel, much to his surprise, would come upon others of his kind. These meets would begin with a vicious fight, savage beasts clawing and biting and growling. When the dust settled, Aurel would be alpha of each new pack member. He openly encouraged them to fight among themselves for rank, feeling that constant battle would keep them sharp, their thirst just below the surface, their savagery on a short chain. The larger his gathering of lupine grew the greater attention they drew. It wasn’t long before Aurel and his followers were forced to face off against armies and despite their strength and ferocity, Aurel was often on the losing end in the early campaigns.
With every loss, Aurel grew more vicious, more eager to lay waste to those that would challenge him. He grew careless with his anger and it nearly cost him. Baited into a trap, his followers were slain and he barely escaped, dragging his wounded form deep into the dark forests of Germanic peoples. A woodwoman, evil spirits by Volga reckoning, discovered and healed him, spending the long months whispering in his ear about a great kingdom and that he was the offspring of a great lupine king that not reigned in many years. The seed too a deep root within him, and when he emerged from the woods, he had but one goal in mind, to claim this great kingdom beyond the Carpathian Mountains.
Over time he drew out from the shadows, finding curious acceptance among the realms of men, gathering about him great warriors and greater treasures. Though only a few of his oldest followers would know, Aurel had attempted the retaking of the hidden kingdom several times already, all ending in failure, his forces sent scurrying back in defeat. But this time would be different. His ranks swell with regularity and his fortunes are high. Soon they would march for this Promised Land that he ached for. Soon he would claim his rightful place as ruler of his people.
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