eight: 200 lbs.Eyes:
Dark brownPhysical Characteristics:
Volke is muscularly athletic. His skin is light olive in color. He possesses numerous scars and callouses, and he wears them with pride. His hair is generally kept unkempt, as one might find from a surfer who’s allowed his hair to dry with the kiss of the wind. His arms are both heavily tattooed with various scenes of mythology and wolven lore. On his face he generally keeps a well-trimmed full beard. His complexion is smooth, save for generous smile-lines at the corners of his eyes. History:
From the very moment of his birth, Volke’s life had been set to the will of chance. While in essence this is true for every living creature, many are steered through life’s trials by those who have come before them. Volke rarely had such guidance.
Both his mother and father were free-spirited adventure seekers, who had conceived their only child after having lost their bag of supplies—including the condoms—when their kayak had tipped over somewhere off the coast of St. Augustine. Volke’s parents loved one another dearly, and they loved their lifestyle just as much, and it was a foregone conclusion that a child would not be allowed to get in the way of what they had together.
Following his birth, Volke was passed from close friend, to relative, and back again. As he grew, the concept of home was a vague idea found only in books and on television. For Volke, home was kept in the confines of his heart, and it was a home he worked dutifully to expand with all the world had to offer him.
From a very young age he was off on his own, exploring the concrete, surf, and forests of Central California. He lived off his wits and intuition, finding ways to live through his shrewdness, his kindness, and his quick learning. Formal education was scarce at best, but the listless boy managed to learn to read, and from there, every bit of knowledge he desired was at his fingertips. Such was his spirit, that it seemed to those who knew of Volke that there never had been a freer, more fulfilled child in all existence. The circumstances of his birth were nothing to beleaguer him, and as he grew into a young man, Volke had no intention of searching for anything better—to Volke, there was no such thing.
Things changed for Volke at the age of fourteen. While backpacking alone in Redwood National Park, Volke was set upon by a pack of wolves. It turned out that these were not normal wolves, but in fact a pack of shifters known as the Evening Eyes. The pack had been tracking Volke for some time, and had decided that he was to be their newest addition.
Following his change, and with the guidance of the Eranthe and Eros of the Evening Eyes, Volke for the first time found a sense of family. His dramatic change in the natural world notwithstanding, Volke’s personality went through an equally formative change as he grew in the pack. He became protective of his pack-mates, and driven to prove his worth. To Volke, he had been wayward, and had been given a true purpose by his new family.
This new purpose was not to last. At least, not to last among the Evening Eyes. After reaching maturity among his new family, a rival pack attacked the Evening Eyes during a ritual. All perished, save for Volke. Badly injured, and left for dead, Volke only managed to survive with the help of one of the Evening Eyes’ human contacts. Adrift once more, Volke sought out a place for himself among another pack, while at the same time attempting to keep tabs on the werewolves that had destroyed his first true family.
He found his new home with the Lune de Sang. As it had been during his time with the Evening Eyes Pack, Volke again discovered his comfort in purpose and family. Through shrewdness, loyalty, and a dominant spirit, Volke was able to rise among his new pack-mates, and achieve the rank of Hati
. When the pack transitioned from Darren to Grayson as the Ulfric, Volke had been one of the wolves who had given his full support to the new leader. Personality:
Volke is a pleasant, keen, and laid-back person. His usual demeanor is one of happy calm, and he is quick to smile and laugh. He very much enjoys the company of others, though his history as an independent youth still occasionally calls him to wander on his own. He is someone that would go the extra mile for almost anyone, and he takes great pride in that fact.
Despite his usual pleasantness however, Volke’s spirit is one of fierce loyalty and fiery opinion. He is quick to violently defend his family, and even quicker to give voice to his opinions—even when among those who outrank him in the pack.