"The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be."
Alias || Chrys Wulf
Nicknames || Wulf, The Wulf of Falor
Gender || Most people assume sheâs a male, but sheâs actually female.
Age || 23
Rank/Title || Captain of Falor's Royal Guard
Sexual Orientation || Because of her gender, sexuality can get⊠complicated. In short, she likes women.
Kingdom/Alliance || She has always sworn fealty to the lord of Falor.
|| Hair Color ||
Dark Brown
|| Eye Color ||
A deep, gray-ish blue
|| Height ||
5â10ââ, but her boots make her appear closer to 6â3ââ
|| Weight ||
145 Pounds
|| Tattoos ||
She has a multitude of tattoos covering her body. One her right arm is a sleeve tattoo depicting a hell-beast with flowers surrounding it, and on her other arm is an intricately designed sleeve tattoo. She has an assortment of designs all over her back. Along her right hip is a climbing wolf, and if she allows her pants to hang low, the upper-body of the wolf can be seen.
|| Piercings ||
Wulf doesnât have any, for she finds them distracting and possibly hazardous in battle.
|| Scars ||
Through her many years of training, her whole body is riddled with scars. The most prominent ones are: a large slash across her upper chest, a terrible burn that covers most of her left leg, and a small knick over the right corner of her mouth.
|| Description ||
Even at a young age, most people would have taken Wulfston for a boy instead of a girl. Her tall stature, lean physique, and lack of curves gives her a much more masculine appearance. In fact, she was constantly teased as a small girl for this, which increased her self-consciousness for years. That was until, one day, she realized that men just naturally have it better than women. So she made the conscious decision to try to appear more male than female.
Wulfâs dark brown hair is always short, with the longest itâs ever been only reaching the tops of her shoulders. Although her face is still decently feminine looking, her sharp, intense facial features, complimented by some simple, dark eye makeup, give her a rather intimidating appearance. Wulf is almost always wearing some sort of armor, and armor is made for men. As a result, to hide her true gender, she binds her breasts with some sort of cloth wrapping. And if sheâs not wearing armor, like when she must attend dinners and such, she straps a decent sized phallic-shaped piece of wood in between her legs to give her the illusion of manhood. For those that get the opportunity to see her at least somewhat unclothed, they would notice that her breasts are a good size, and her body is actually rather muscular. She seems partially gaunt when wearing clothes, but she sports faintly chiseled abs, shapely legs, and carved arms.
Dark Brown
|| Eye Color ||
A deep, gray-ish blue
|| Height ||
5â10ââ, but her boots make her appear closer to 6â3ââ
|| Weight ||
145 Pounds
|| Tattoos ||
She has a multitude of tattoos covering her body. One her right arm is a sleeve tattoo depicting a hell-beast with flowers surrounding it, and on her other arm is an intricately designed sleeve tattoo. She has an assortment of designs all over her back. Along her right hip is a climbing wolf, and if she allows her pants to hang low, the upper-body of the wolf can be seen.
|| Piercings ||
Wulf doesnât have any, for she finds them distracting and possibly hazardous in battle.
|| Scars ||
Through her many years of training, her whole body is riddled with scars. The most prominent ones are: a large slash across her upper chest, a terrible burn that covers most of her left leg, and a small knick over the right corner of her mouth.
|| Description ||
Even at a young age, most people would have taken Wulfston for a boy instead of a girl. Her tall stature, lean physique, and lack of curves gives her a much more masculine appearance. In fact, she was constantly teased as a small girl for this, which increased her self-consciousness for years. That was until, one day, she realized that men just naturally have it better than women. So she made the conscious decision to try to appear more male than female.
Wulfâs dark brown hair is always short, with the longest itâs ever been only reaching the tops of her shoulders. Although her face is still decently feminine looking, her sharp, intense facial features, complimented by some simple, dark eye makeup, give her a rather intimidating appearance. Wulf is almost always wearing some sort of armor, and armor is made for men. As a result, to hide her true gender, she binds her breasts with some sort of cloth wrapping. And if sheâs not wearing armor, like when she must attend dinners and such, she straps a decent sized phallic-shaped piece of wood in between her legs to give her the illusion of manhood. For those that get the opportunity to see her at least somewhat unclothed, they would notice that her breasts are a good size, and her body is actually rather muscular. She seems partially gaunt when wearing clothes, but she sports faintly chiseled abs, shapely legs, and carved arms.
{Bold, Honorable, Loyal, Clever, Secretive}
A dim-witted pansy doesnât become the Captain of Falorâs Royal Guard easily. In fact, a majorly intelligent, courageous man can have a hard time finding himself in a high position of the guard if he isnât born into money or royalty. So for Wulfston to lack both of those things, she has to be the smartest of the smart, the toughest of the tough, and the bravest of them all. For years and years, she built up her male persona, and sheâs been imbedded in it for so long that it has become a part of her.
Wulf can easily be described as strong; she carries an aura about her that demands a justified mixture of respect and attention. Her posture is broad, with her shoulders squared and her chest puffed out. When she speaks, she speaks clearly and concisely with an enriched vocabulary. Her voice is low and powerful; she doesnât need to vocalize loudly to be heard by many. She spent countless days simply practicing her speech, making sure that she not only spoke male, but that she shouted male, screamed male, and whispered male.
With the amount of time Wulf was a knight of the royal guard, it isnât surprising that she considers her job her life. She will always swear fealty to all of the rulers of Falor, no matter how cruel or dense. Her loyalty is one of the few things in life she will always cling to, along with her uproarious sense of humor and sharp, witty tongue. Although some would consider her demeanor and attitude brutish, Wulf is naturally intelligent and extremely clever. But through her service, her knowledge on war and strategy has increased tenfold despite her young age.
Ever since she left her hometown, Wulf has been secretive. She always says only what needs to be said and never more. If someone asks her a personal question, she is vague or she changes the subject. She says so little that no one even suspects her of being a female. But despite her lack of talkativeness, people enjoy being around Wulf. When she does speak, people tend to listen. Itâs not uncommon to find her at the center of a crowd filled with raucous laughter. Sheâs a masterful storyteller, and sheâs get plenty of stories to tell.
Wulf is famous for her skills on the battlefield. Itâs how she got her nickname, The Wulf of Falor. Sheâs cunning and swift; all of her moves are calculated and poised like a dance. And similar to the beast of her nickname, she works perfectly with her fellow soldiers. Her headcount is one of legends, in fact, there are a couple of childâs tales and songs about her, which boosts her ego a bit. One of her men with experience in metalworking crafted a special helmet for her. The front part of the head lifts up, which is usually how she wears it around, but during battle, the helm is closed and she becomes The Wulf.
|| Hobbies ||
⊠Sparring With Her Men ⊠Hunting ⊠Training the Hounds ⊠Horse Racing ⊠Working Up War Plans ⊠Going on Patrols ⊠Speaking With Her King âŠ
|| Habits ||
⊠Staring || Itâs common for Wulf to stare at someone for long periods of time. She does this as to analyze people, quickly learning their tics and habits. It doesnât dawn on her that staring for so long is considered odd.
⊠Cracking Her Neck || Wulf likes to crack her joins, especially her neck. She does this subconsciously in both times of stress or anger.
⊠Rolling Her Shoulders/Taking Deep Breaths || With the bindings over her breasts constantly compressing her chest, she is always rolling and stretching her shoulders along with taking deep breaths.
|| Oddities ||
⊠Hand Placement || Wulfâs hands are always placed in calculated places, either on her sword hilt, wrapped around her helm, or held in front of her respectfully.
⊠Holding Her Liquor || No matter how much she drinks, Wulf never gets drunk. Sure, an alcoholic beverage or two loosens her up, but sheâs never acted erratic or disorderly.
⊠Dissociative Identity Disorder || Wulf has lived as this male persona for so long, that she believes she is Chrys Wulf, and she will occasionally return to the personality of Chryseis, which sends her into bouts of depression and anxiety.
|| Likes/Loves ||
⊠Her Dogs Russet and Lupa ⊠Her Courser Rook ⊠Sex ⊠A Hearty Meal ⊠Swordfighting ⊠Women ⊠Loyalty ⊠Children âŠ
|| Dislikes/Hates ||
⊠Seabel ⊠Juliana Auclair ⊠Cowards ⊠Fools ⊠Deserters ⊠Chaos ⊠Orders From People Other Than The King âŠ
Falor
|| History ||
Chryseis Wulfston was born to a hard working merchant father and a spoiled, abusive mother. She lived in a village high up on the mountains, meaning that the Falor Castle was in view for the entirely of her childhood. For years, she looked upon the castle, dreaming of what would be within those stone walls. She imaged being a princess, constantly being waiting upon hand and foot, getting all she wanted with the snap of her fingers. But there was always a portion of the dream that never sat well with her; the part where she had to marry and handsome prince who would soon be king. Men just⊠didnât interest her.
Of course she kept this to herself and grew up working hard to cater to her mother when her poor, overworked father couldn't. He was so kind and patient with both his daughter and his atrocious wife, despite the fact that he was working himself to death. Although they didnât have much money, the time she spent with her father was fun. He first taught her how to sword fight, to the dismay of her mother. He was the one who noticed that Chryseis was different from other girls, and the odds of him marrying her off to a handsome prince or rich boy were slim. Life was⊠decent. The time she spent with her mother always brought her down, but her father constantly brought her back up. Being raised by two completely opposite personalities, one kind and one cruel, hardened her will and taught her how to deal with the emotions of people.
Not too long after her sixteenth nameday, her father collapsed. All these years being brutalized by work and his wife were finally started to show. He struggled to breathe for a couple of days before finally passing away, holding his only daughterâs hand while his wife was out, spending the last of their money. In fact, there was so little money, that they couldnât even afford a tombstone. Chryseis was in charge of burying her father in the back of their property. And through tears and choked sobs, she carved his name into a stone.
Her mother attempted to force Chryseis into the role of her father. And for a while, it worked. She took up the role of the man in the house, doing all the heavy lifting and earning all the money. But after less than a year, she realized that she didnât have to live this way. She was old enough, a few years late actually, to leave the house. Her mother attempted to stop her multiple times, and they all worked, until the day Chryseis went outside to pray at her fatherâs grave and found the stone missing. Frantically, she searched but it was nowhere to be found. When she questioned her mother, the old bat told her the color clashed with her garden and had it tossed into the lake.
Chryseis left the house that night with her meager belongings, consisting of a small amount of money, some hard cheese and stale bread. She made her way towards the Castle of Falor, not entirely sure of what she would find there. She knew that the town that surrounded it was rumored to bustle with life, so she figured sheâd find her calling there.
On her first night, all of her money had been stolen. By her first week, she had been asked to join a brothel at least a dozen times. A few weeks later, and she was weak with hunger and considering taking up one of the pimpsâ offers. One late night, while she was wandering around in search of scraps, she was jumped by a man and pulled into an alley. He tore at her clothes, but she had almost fought him off when another man appeared from the shadows and overpowered her. She cried and shouted before being silenced by having her undergarments stuffed into her mouth. The clinking of undoing belt buckles sent shivers down her back, and still does to this day. But that night, before they could even get their pants down, the sound of thundering hooves overpowered her erratic, loud heartbeat. Her literal knight in shining armor chased them off before circling back and helping her get dressed once more. He took her to a tavern and bought her a room and a warm meal.
The two exchanged stories for the whole night, which, in retrospect, would have probably been considered him deserting his post. But despite this, they quickly grew friends. Chryseis adored his armor, the nobility, and the respectful air about him. When questioned, he told her thatâs what the kingsguard does to a person.
Before falling asleep in a bed for the first time in months, the two big each other farewell and parted ways, but not for long. It didnât take long for Chryseis to weigh the pros and cons of executing this crazy plan. In less than three days, she showed up at the doorstep of the castle, breasts bound, and asked to be trained to become a knight. At first, the guards laughed at her, but the man from the other night got word of this and welcomed her, but only after warning her of the consequences of what she was doing. She waved them off and told him that this was her calling.
So he welcomed her under her new name, Chrys Wulf. From that day on, she was a man; and man of the kingsguard.
Wulf soared in ranking faster than most of the men around her. She was fast and deft, not to mention sharp as a tack. Those that challenged her were quickly dethroned and knocked down a peg. It wasnât long for the old king of Falor to hear of this skilled knight-in-training. Less than a month later, Chrys Wulf was knighted on her nineteenth name day.
Only shortly after being knighted, Wulf quickly earned the respect of her fellow soldiers. A few years passed, and Wulf was already making a name for herself. After an attempt at then prince Lucasâ life and the death of the old Captain, Wulf was given the highest honor of all men of the guard. She was appointed Captain.
Of course, there were others around her that thought she was far too young and naive to take the position, but they were swiftly put in check as soon as the war against Seabel started. She was a competent leader, intelligent captain, and charismatic figurehead, especially after her helmet was crafted. Not to mention, her strength in battle was already striking fear into the hearts of her enemies.
So this is where Chrys Wulf currently stands; at the side of her young king, trying to keep the kingdom from being taken over by evil Queen Auclair.
|| Happiest Memory ||
Being knighted and the night-long silent vigil afterwards.
|| Saddest Memory ||
Her fatherâs death
|| Face Claim ||
Ruby Rose
