Age: 22
Additional Appearance: Anvar is a rather average height, well toned young man. His face is rather handsome (but scarred) as some people have stated although he never will say it himself, always deflecting the compliment with some joke. His hair, like many werekins, is pale practically white which blends in with his pale skin, a factor of growing up in Scotland although you could argue it is also genetic since his skin seems to be immune to the suns rays despite now living in sunny Colorado. The only thing that stands out of his ghostly appearance is his deep blue eyes being the first thing people are attracted too but has often caused people to feel uncormfatable as they "cause a feeling of drowning". He has a rather slim but highly toned, a factor of him being a werekin and also his unusually hyperactive metabolism, he's fast and is fairly strong for his frame being able to go toe to toe with other werewolves twice his size but would never dream on taking on a werebear. He stands at 5'9 and weighs 161, none of it is fat though but is covered with scars from fights and spars with other werekins.
Clothing: Anvar isn't one for formal clothing, always choosing a relaxed but practical style of clothing which tends to be the same outfit day after day after day, never really changing it or adding variety. His dominant piece of clothing is his bright red leather trench coat, a momento of his deceased father, over a naked upper body. Despite it looking purely for show, it is rather practical, it needs neither zipping up or buttoning to stay on his shoulders, often leaving the buckles it has open so he can slip it off when ever he needs to take it off to transform. He tends to wear dark baggy cargo pants and steel toe capped boots that he always leaves half zipped again so he can just kick them off (or at an opponent) to change. The only jewelry he allows himself to wear at all is a silver lockett his mother gave him before she passed away and even then he only wears it when relaxing despite the irratational feeling it emits when it touches his skin.
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Weapon: Anvar's choice in weaponry depends on the situation and/or his mood, switching between teeth, claws and his heavily customised magnum, another momento from his father that he treasures dearly. His magnum to which he's taken to calling it Retrobution, isunique in the fact that it is a double barreled smith & western (a little perk Anvar added to his father's gun) and also fires six shots instead of five (his father's doing)
Faction: Werewolves
Rank: Alpha
Animal: Anvar's wolf form reflects his human form in the fact that his thick fur is entirely a pure white all over, the only in his pack to be so. His wolf form at first may seem sweet and cuddly but if you would ever try to hug him it would be like hugging a stone pillar because of his wiry yet toned physique. He has a noticeable scar that runs down his snout from a random ecounter with a werecat who was on his terrirtory and refused to leave politely. He also has retained his stunning blue eyes which adds the only shade of colour to his equally ghostly appearance.
Background: Anvar was the child of a werewolf mother from a Colorado pack and a Scottish rouge werekin hunter. The two had paired up to tackle a rouge werebear that had been killing normal humans and werekin alike after countless hours of tracking and a brutal and bloody skirmish, the two were victorious. Skipping a few months his mother decided to move with his father back to his native homeland, much to the sorrow of her pack as she was loved throughout despite being a mere gamma. The female werewolf was soon married and pregnant with Anvar, which they named him after an old Scotish king.
He had a fairly normal childhood growing up, not showing any physical signs of being a werewolf despite his pail hair colour, they kept the whole topic quiet from him. He was always a relaxed child not showing a care in the world and made friends easily, in fact he often sought for them out of a strange feeling he would always get when he was alone but would always still feel it even when he was surrounded by friends. After 16 years of thinking this was normal and rationalising it as this why people have friends, he opened up about this feeling to some personal friends, who told him that they had no idea what he was on about and that maybe he should go and see a doctor to find out what it was. Thinking maybe this was a good idea he went to his parents about this idea, who in return sat him down and explained about everything what he and his mother was and also what his father was as well.
For the next year his mother taught him everything about being a werewolf, how they weren't like the monsters in the movies, how silver affected them, how they morphed into a wolf and also about pack mentality the reason he sought out friends. His mother and father would then take him to the local woods were he would learn how to shift to and from his shapes and how actions while a wolf was much different than actions as a human from his mother. His father would then teach him how to efficiently track his prey in a hunt and also taught him how to weild, use and maintain a firearm. Anvar although happy to be learning all this from his parents was still filled with a lonely sorrow that he wasn't with others of his kind, his parents had sensed this and knew they would have to return to Colorado to help him find a pack.
He carried on learning as much as he could from his parents for another year, until that one night that seems so cliche to him now but is still the worst night of his life by far. A few days after his 18th birthday there had been reports of savage murders, mauled and partilly consumed, the police had put the blame on a pack of feral dogs but Anvar's parents knew better and decided to track the feral werewolf down and put it down before it caused more mayhem and misery without telling him what they were planning to do. Anvar had woken up to the sound of the door slamming open and had practically thrown himself down the stairs to find out what the commotion was and to his horror his father was missing his throat while his mother was bleeding all over.
His father was dead before he rang for an ambulance. His mother despite her deep wounds survived and made a full recovery in a week, much to the doctors surprise. With too much grief at what had happened at their home and Anvar's need to be in a pack growing stronger, they decided to move back to his mother's native lands of Colorado. Having kept his father's coat and gun, Anvar's already strong sense of loyalty had only increased after his fathers death and was now determined to protect his mother as they searched for a pack to join no matter what, a cause which had caused him to gain many scars in the process but also his carefree attitude had become more intense as he now knew life was too short to take things seriously as no matter what it all ended in death. He was accepted into a pack and due to his loyalty, strength and determination was made the pack alpha.
He is now 22 and still head of what he likes to call a rag-tag pack of missfits, which not only includes werewolves but also a wereraven and werebear and has never forgotten how he had come to find each new member. This uneasy truce with the werecats will be interesting for him but he will still put his pack before them and even himself.
Personality: Anvar has very relaxed, care free attitude towards most things in life. At first meeting him it would seem like he simply didn't care or take things seriously especially his role as alpha but this couldn't be futher from the truth, his carefree attitude is only a result of him accepting death is the only final destination of life. He does in fact take his role of being alpha very seriously often putting his own needs and saftey behind that of the needs and safety of his pack but will do so in his calm, almost lazy manor. He highly disagrees with ruling by force and people who believe just because they are in charge they know all, to which Anvar always admits to himself and others he doesn't know all and often asks on the opinion of the rest of the pack before coming up with a conclusion but his word is still the law around and what ever he says goes.
How do you feel about the other faction: His isn't too bothered about the werecats staying with them but he is still keeping an eye on them due to his responsability of protecting the pack.
Miscellaneous : He has a slight addiction to whiskey, not to an extent were his performance is affected but he will often state out how badly he could do with a drink
Back Down South - Kings of Leon
Come on down and dance,
If you get the chance,
We're gonna spit on the rival.
All I wanna know,
Is how far you wanna go,
Fighting for survival.
Underneath the stars,
Where we parked the cars,
Ain't showing signs of stopping.
Pretty little girls,
Naked to their curls,
Ready to lay in the coffin.
If you wanna go,
I'm gonna go,
I gotta fire burning.
Come on take my hand,
Hope you see your man,
Baby's gonna be a big one.
Baby's gonna be a big one.
If you see the lights,
and we hear the fights,
It's gonna be a stunner.
I've got something here,
If you give me one more beer,
I'm gonna call a runner.
I don't want to say,
What I have to say,
If I'm a' kicking off now.
If you wanna go,
I'm gonna go,
I'm going back down south now.
I'm going back down south now.
I'm going back down south now.
If you wanna go,
I'm going back down south now.
Go on take my hand,
I'm going back down south now.
Wait 'til you see the light,
And we hear those fights,
I'm going back down south now.
I don't want to know,
How far you wanna go,
I'm going back down south now.
I'm going back down south now.
I'm going back down south now.
I'm going back down south now.
Oh, yeah.
I'm going back down south now.