{"If society won't let you forget what you are, then use it as an excuse for what you are not.”}
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|{Full Name}|
Ulfrik William Greymane
|{Nickname}|
Just Ully, although to be quite frank, he really doesn't have a legitimate nickname.
|{Age}|
19
|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual
|{Hometown}|
Born in Sacramento, California, raised in Waldria.
|{Blood Type}|
Much to his chagrin, he is a Halfblood.
|{Appearance}|
Broad-shouldered, slightly muscular, and blessed with the traditional brown curly hair worn by every Greymane, you'd think that he'd be his brother's identical twin. Still, there are many differences that define him as a half-related bastard. His wide eyes are a deep grey color, and show the thickest of emotions through their sheen. He doesn't even need to speak; you can read him through his irises. His skin, usually bruised yet tight-fitting on his bones, is of a frightening pallor, yet in the light it appears to be a faded shade of bronze. His ears are pierced, however he almost never uses earrings to fill the gap. There is usually some sort of mustache or beard combination resting around his thick lips. It matches his long, unkempt locks, although on occasion both parts have been shaved. As for his gait, it is strong, yet quick at the same time. His voice is as clear and smooth as a flowing stream.
|{Myth}|
Werewolves ~The werewolves stationed in Waldria are slightly different than the ones we've come to know through European folklore. You see, the werewolves that roam Waldria are referred to by their technical term, "parent wolves". The ancestors of these wolves were the original werewolves, and helped to afflict their curse onto unsuspecting humans on earth. They used to be direwolves, but due to a grotesque plague, they were then banished into Waldria, leaving behind a monstrous pandemic. Basically, these creatures cannot shape-shift into humans, and ARE NOT humans themselves, but rather they are able to spread the disease-like adversity of lycanthropy onto people by either biting or scratching them. Citizens of Waldria know better than to go outside during a full moon, as this is the time when werewolves appear the most often. These Myths used to be a big threat to early civilizations in the dimension, as they were infamous for destroying entire villages overnight. Werewolves are generally larger than your average wolf, and come in brown, black, and milky white colors. Their fangs are long and sharp, and during the blackness of night, the creatures' eyes glow a blood red hue.
|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Craftsman~ Dexterous, he is able to build many things just from scratch and his unlimited imagination. His famous treehouse is probably the trophy of his achievements in architecture, while his homemade sword proves that he is an expert in smithing as well. He builds things for convenience rather than artistry.
Swordsman~ Ulfrik was trained how to use a sword at a young age. Educated by elves, he knows complicated techniques that the layperson wouldn't even consider using. While his brother uses strength to his advantage, he uses agility and quick jabs to throw off an opponent.
Civil Tongue~ Persuasive, he knows how to talk the talk in order to get what he wants from others. He's also very good at judging a book by its cover, and can get into someone's head while still looking calm and collected.
|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Bastardy~ Although considered the prince, Ulfrik was born out of wedlock. Therefore, he does not receive the same amount of privileges as his brother, and even if his sibling dies before fathering children, he will never sit the throne.
Volatile~ His emotions come and go like raging thunderstorms. A terrible temper and an oversensitive disposition, his tantrums often get him stuck in sticky situations.
Shunned~ Due to his vocal opinion about integrating the Myths, his brother has ordered the guards to keep an eye on him, and actually restrict him from going places that were once part of his home. It's very annoying and feels like being a wanted man without actually committing any crimes.
Loneliness~ It's a huge fear, and with the laws his brothers and the guards put down every day, it's becoming more and more of a reality.
|{Way To Waldria}|
An artifact apparently possessed by his mother and enchanted by the Elves, a tiny looking glass serves as Ulfrik's portal to both Earth and Waldria. He simply stares through it, and watches as a faraway image of the destination he wishes to teleport to becomes less and less distant. The item also allows him to travel quickly and instantly to other locations in Waldria. It may be small, but it's pretty convenient.
|{Family Tree}
King Percival Greymane II // Father // Deceased
Cindy Kingbane // Mother // Deceased
Percival Greymane III // Half-brother // 20
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|{Personality}|
Persuasive, Charming, Humorous, Brooding, Fearless.
Brokenness is made, not born. This particularly holds true for the Prince of Waldria, who's had his fair share of flaws ever since he was conceived. Nevertheless, he's learned to cover up those unintentional setbacks with witticism and charisma, developing enticing charm that any member of the royal family should possess. He's always been one of those people obligated to take matters into his own hands, even when those matters should be left untouched. In terms of bravery, he is absolutely fearless. However, where he's strong in dauntlessness, he lacks in intelligence. He's not stupid, but he is prone to rash decisions every once in a while. After all, Ulfrik is first and foremost ruled by his emotions. He does what he feels instead of what he knows. Of course, this can lead to outbursts of rage and ruthless angst. Call him an Anakin Skywalker if you will, HOWEVER, the fact remains that his judgement, although skewed and out of the blue, usually tends to be right. Because of this, he is able to play on the sentiments of others, and use intuition to uncover things that haven't been revealed out loud yet. It's helpful, but like many of the things he attains in this world, it is discouraged.
He is able to attract people of all corners of life with his jaunty jests, and can fill his mind with ideals and creativity until he drops, but that still doesn't erase the brooding feeling trapped inside of him. It's like a hole in his chest that refuses to be filled. Unfortunately, Ulfrik wastes his time attempting to patch it up, and in the process, tends to wander around life like a lost puppy. He tries to fill his life with as much pleasure as possible, but ends up unwillingly relishing in it instead of using it to fuel optimism. It's always been easy for him to fall into jealousy. After all, his brother always gets what he wants while he is forced to sit on the sidelines. Because of this, he cherishes power and resourcefulness. He tends to value a person based on their usefulness rather than their personality, which gets him into trouble quite often. Perhaps it will get him into even more trouble now that his opinions are creating tension in Waldria. Still, Ulfrik is not a bad person. He's not a good person either, so its best to assume that he's somewhere in the middle. Something like a grey character in the midst of black and white. While his ethics are for the most part sharp, his actions tend to contradict his intentions.
It is well known that curiosity killed the cat. Perhaps his will kill off an entire culture.
|{History}|
A month after King Percival Greymane II was murdered by a shadowy assassin, A bone-thin woman came marching towards the palace, a sleeping baby swaddled in cotton lying in her arms. The Elven guards approached her, asking for her purpose in traveling to the castle. She scoffed, and said that the king's son had finally arrived.
It was a day later that the truth had been revealed to the public. Percival II slept with a prostitute in Sacramento, California nine months before his untimely death. This child was his son, yes, but he was illegitimate. After their encounter, the monarch of Waldria had given Cindy Kingbane a token of his appreciation; a small looking glass. He told her that it could be used to visit him whenever she wanted to. So when the time came, she used it to deliver his second son. The elves were planning to have the baby sent back to Earth with his mother, but when they checked on the woman the morning after she had appeared, her heart was silent. She had died from HIV overnight.
So reluctantly, Ulfrik was raised alongside his half-brother. He was always considered a royal, however, he was restricted from many of the responsibilities it came with. While Percy got to meet famous warriors and have elaborate birthday parties thrown in the castle ballroom, Ully was forced to sit silently in his room, whittling wood and practicing his swordfighting while he was alone. He got in trouble more often than his older brother, and had a very hard time making friends. He was jealous of Percy quite often, but never showed it. After all, although they were only half-related, it was bullshit to think that Percy treated him like dirt. Their blood wasn't quite the same, but their souls were. Still, there was the fact that Ully was able to tame werewolves instead of elves that accounted for their differences.
As Ulfrik grew older, he started to become more and more curious about the world outside of Waldria. He'd take his mother's looking glass and just spend hours walking through places like New York City and San Francisco. One time, he stayed in Nashville, Tennesse, for a full week. His wandering obviously worried Percy, and made the elves squeal in delight, saying that the bastard was finally returning to his earthly roots. Obviously, with the way his brother's myths were treating him around the castle, Ulfrik grew very annoyed with royal life and just wanted to escape all of the mockery and torture. So when he was seventeen, he built a marvelous tree house right in the heart of the werewolves' territory. It gave him a lot of attention, as well as a lot of free time he could use to train his myths, as well as interact with others. For the first time in a long time, he felt unbound by commitment and stress. His eyes were opened, and despite his good behavior to the rest of the Tamers, his reputation over at the castle became tarnished.
One day, while fishing at the lake near his house, he had a thought...
Why can't myths be a part of Earth?
Surely society there is changing, and there is plenty of room to fit them all. Plus, the people of Earth have not even discovered all of the plants and animals that reside on the planet. Surely if werewolves, elves, dragons, and other creatures reside there, it would not cause too much of a commotion. Their appearance would be justified through science. He voiced his opinion to Percy, who gave him a sharp look and turned him away, not even explaining why he disagreed. This made Ulfrik angry, and has motivated him to raise the question of whether or not myths should leave Waldria to other tamers. Some have taken his side, while others have sharply disagreed with him. Still, the topic remains afloat, and if Ully can convince more people to join his side, then perhaps he can prove to everyone that even those who are different can become a part of normality.
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|{Theme Song}
There's a reckoning a-coming
and it burns beyond the grave
its lead inside my belly
cause my soul has lost its way
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid
Oh, Lazarus
Were you so afraid
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
with the hounds of hell coming after you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires
are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
Not a spell gonna be broken
with a potion or a priest
When you're cursed you're always hoping
that a prophet would be grieved
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid
Oh, Lazarus
Were you so afraid
Can't you see I'm sorry
I will make it worth your while
Made a dead mans money
you can see it in my smile
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid
Oh, Lazarus
Were you so afraid
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
and the whole wide world coming after you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars wont be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
mmm-mmm
it wont be long
til I'm dead and gone
it wont be long
til I'm dead and gone
watch the fires rise under my skin
down to the bone
scorching my soul
nowhere to run
nowhere to run
nowhere to run
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
with the hounds of hell coming after you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
and the whole wide world coming after you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
|{Face Claim}
Aaron Johnson
Character Dialogue || #05806D
