Here we are. Comments and changes are welcome.
Alias: The Big Bad Wolf
Height: 6 foot, 9 inches
Weight: 240 pounds
Basic Appearance: In his natural form the Wolf looks like a classic werewolf, complete with dark fur, slavering jaws and bipedal, though slightly hunched, stance. Despite his lupine muzzle and permanent claws he can speak clearly and seems to have no problems manipulating small objects. The Wolf typically does not wear clothes.
Personality: The Wolf is a beast of ferocious appetites, often a slave to his bestial needs. He is cunning, however, capable of exerting great subtlety in the pursuit of that which he desires, whether it be food, sex or simple, brutal violence. He is brash and boasting, and considers only one being, the Queen, to be his superior. She is his Alpha, and he serves her unquestioningly.
Likes: Gluttony, Power, Sex, Blood, Terrorizing those weaker than himself
Dislikes: Patience, Restraint, Any fight where his side doesn’t have a distinct advantage, Admitting defeat, Vegetables
Psychological Disorder(s): Rage issues, Lack of self control, Cowardice in the face of defeat, Bullying behaviors, Nymphomania, Narcissism
Background: Once upon the time there was a Wolf, who was born the runt of his litter. He grew up in the shadow of his larger brothers and sisters, learning the ways of bullying from the receiving end. One day hunters came to the corner of the woods where he and his family lived. Seeing an opportunity for revenge, he made a deal with the hunters. In exchange for his safety, he led the men to where his family lay sleeping, and then watched as they were slaughtered and skinned. Once the skins were taken, the Wolf ate what remained of his family, becoming bigger and stronger with each meal.
The hunters became frightened of the much larger Wolf, though, and pursued him through the woods. He was injured and barely managed to escape, coming eventually to the cottage of the Evil Queen in the swamps. She healed him, feeding him elixirs and bits of living faeries, until he became the strong and magical creature that he is today.
Now he serves the Queen who has taken her rightful place on the throne of Fantasia. He craves her approval, and is thus terribly easy to manipulate. In the Wolf’s mind he has no equals and only one superior; the notion that the Queen’s generals are of the same rank is laughable, but he understands why She might wish to perpetuate that fiction.
[At some point should write a summary of his past encounter with Red Riding Hood. There’s definitely meat there for roleplay, but I’d prefer to work it out with whomever ends up playing Red.]
Partner: The Wolf has no partner, but he oversees the Three Little Pigs and their brothel operation. “Oversight” in this case often means arriving unannounced, having his way with any of the staff, threatening to consume the Pigs, drinking the good wine, and then leaving. They put up with this because between his visits they have a pretty easy life, and they couldn’t stop him if they wanted to. He is supposed to keep track of the money too, but money only interests the Wolf in terms of what he can immediately get with it. Counting coins bores him to tears.
Weaponry: Powerful teeth and claws. The Wolf can eat nearly anything.
Powers He can consume almost anything, even things that are bigger than himself. In the past he has been known to eat six whole goats in one sitting. Curiously, the things that he consumes often remain intact, and there have been incidents where he has been cut open only to have those consumed emerge apparently unharmed. Having no pockets, the Wolf will occasionally swallow items and then regurgitate them in order to carry them from place to place.
The Wolf has the trick of Glamour, earned from a Faerie he once devoured. He is able to disguise his appearance and voice, normally to become someone whom his next victim trusts. This would make him an ideal spy, but he doesn’t have the patience to remain undercover for extended periods; usually he only pulls this trick for a few minutes at a time.
It is rumored that the Wolf’s father was the North Wind. From him the Wolf has inherited the ability to blow a great and powerful blast of air, strong enough to knock down all but the strongest dwellings. He can only do this three times a day.
The Wolf is a master of the Woods, and knows many of the secret paths and shortcuts through that dark place. In general, though, he is not on good terms with most of the animals that dwell there. This is fine with him; he would rather have their fear than their friendship.