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Anvar Woad

"I have an open door policy......."

0 · 359 views · located in Colorado

a character in “Shadows At Dawn”, as played by Dante Angelico

Description

Anvar Woad
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Age: 22

Picture: Image

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) Image

Faction: Werewolves

Rank: Alpha

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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
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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.

So begins...

Anvar Woad's Story

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The land outside was dark at first, no light was present at first but slowly a dull red glow began to rise from behind the horizon sweeping across the land, trees, rocks and other objects began to cast of long shadows at the sight of this red beam. Another beautiful start to the day in Colorado, Anvar thought as he looked out of one of the many windows in the study. He watched the sun rise from behind the horizon as he fetched himself and his good friend a bottle of whiskey each, a large bottle one for his friend and a smaller one for himself. Turning around with the bottles in hand, he smiled at the sight of the hulking mass of a man known to him and the pack as Reggie, sitting infront of the alpha's desk and with his usual carefree attitude walked towards his seat. "Here you go, one large bottle of whiskey for an equally large teddy bear." He said placing the bigger bottle by the werebear's hand as he sat down in his leather chair, kicking his feet up onto the table while leaning back, getting comfotable. Anvar was surprised he had found Reggie still asleep in his usual spot before he had got up and left as he usually did after spending a couple of days just resting and eating all the food in the processin in the werewolves home.

"I'm glad you've not run off already to go kill some other poor sod who's only crime was he got in your way." The alpha was letting out one of his signature smiles as he said all of this, he had the greatest of respect for the figuire sitting infront of him but still couldn't help but to jest with him. "I've been meaning to ask you something for some time now and I'm hoping you'll say yes to it." He was looking into those glazed eye's which were gazing right back at him, a hint of curiousity flickering within them. The alpha opened his bottle of whiskey, having felt the urge to drink grow stronger and took a long gulp of the amber coloured liquid, savouring each drop as it passed down his throat leaving a burning sensation in it's place. "Don't worry I'm not going to ask you to marry me if that was what you were thinking, like I've told you before I'm not the kind of guy to be held down by one person, even if you could hold me down with your little finger." He grinned a rather wolvish smile at the joke, his eyes not leaving the other pair.

"Since we've been friends for quite some time now and how we now share most of this territory I was going to ask you was......" His sentance was broken off as the door slammed wide open much to the surprise of both the werekins.

The setting changes from Pack Ranch House to Colorado

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Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Reginald Urisine Remington Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Vale Alvers
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Renmy Soril and Vale Alvers


It had been way too early to be dragged out of one's room and book by a seven year old with a questing lust who also apparently had no idea just what 4 a.m. meant. But nonetheless, the little girl had managed to pester the gamma wolf into taking her out into the territory at 4-fricken-bloody-a-m, which Renmy was still fuming about, crouched down a little ways away from the shore to the wide stream Vale had discovered while they were out trekking. It wasn't so much that the older wolf was mad about missing sleep, she did that on her own accord (though didn't really know why herself), but it was more having to reface the little snake so early.

Vale was watching the water so curiously, her mouth opened partially in a tiny 'o', her hands folded behind her back for the second being, her gaze hopping over the water and surrounding earth. She then shut her mouth, a wide, cheerful smile replacing it. She plodded down to the shore to get a closer look, and a small hiccup escaped her lips as she leaned over the water. She then took a step forward, her leg stiff before she hopped onto the first stone in the water. She teetered a bit, her arms straight out and wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance, hopping from stone to stone.

"N-no, Vale, don't- those rocks are bloody slippery, you could slip!" The red-haired girl whined, quickly running down to the stream herself. Renmy really didn't want to get wet, but the little pup was getting further and further away. "-Eh..nh." She muttered uncertainly, rubbing the back of her head as she tried to make a quick decision. By the time Vale got to the third rock, Renmy sprang into action. And by sprang, she stepped forward onto the first rock, tried to make it to the second, managed to slip off, scraping her leg on the way down into the water, and managed to create a somewhat small splash despite her figure.

Resurfacing, she spat out the water, her hand immediately going up to her head to check for any more cuts or bruises. "Owww...." She managed to mumble. Meanwhile, Vale was crouched down on her own rock, her hands resting on her knees as she gave Renmy a big, innocent smile. "Wasn't that hypociwhat-ical? I did use that correctly, right?" Her face then donned a curious/questioning feature, her mouth open just a bit and her eyes big and searching the very much soaked face of her friend. Renmy's hair was sticking to her face and forehead, and she quickly made her way out of the water, Vale hopping on the stones behind her. "Yes, you did, but it's hypocritical. We should go home. Now." She said the last word a bit sternly, and Vale merely smiled and nodded, wriggling her hand into the red-headed gamma's soaked one.

Renmy sighed, running her hand along the left side of her face, also shifting her hair back from the skin. They quickly headed back, which thankfully it wasn't a far walk. So the fem appeared at the front door to the house the pack resided in, completely soaked and sopping wet all over. However, the sun had just risen, so at least the scenery was nice. But she really didn't have time to dwell on it. She fumbled with the doorknob for a few moments before managing to get it open, and Vale hopped her way inside. However, pausing, the young girl tilted her head up, almost seemingly to sniff the air, before shooting off down the halls.

"W-what, NO, oh bleh, you've... yo- have to be kidding...." Her voice was naught but a frantic groan as she began to run off after the girl before she got herself into more trouble.

Vale skidded to a stop in front of the meeting room's door, reaching up and grasping the handle before turning it to the side, swinging the door open and peering inside. Her eyes rested on Reggie, and another massive smile lit up her small little face. Her gaze quickly flickered to the alpha, and she shot over to his desk, leaning up on it and her hands scrabbling along the wood towards the keen little shiny bottle. "What is this? Are you drinking it??" Quick as a whip, her finger was sliding along the mouth of the container and back into her own. She scrunched up her face immediately, and brought a hand to her chest, coughing and sticking her tongue out. "What IS that stuff!? Bleck" She made a mock gag, pointing to her open mouth, a somewhat kind of frown on her face. Though she whirled around, seeming to have already forgotten the bad taste in her mouth and her question as she looked upon the werebear, a huge grin back on her features. "Reggie!!!" She squealed, scrambling over to where he sat and climbing up his leg into his lap. She pressed her back into his chest and stomach, scooting her feet a bit on his knees so she could cuddle into his large mass more.

"Hey, Reggie sounds like a sea name or something. You know, like Captain Reginald or, or something. I think it sounds nice. I might even start calling you captain! Like," The little girl chattered on up at him, puffing out her cheeks and putting her hands on her hips before continuing in a deeper voice. "Hey, captain Reggie, we have a problem, there's a giant squid about to completely crush our ship. I say that we..." She dropped the faked voice that she was hoping sounded a bit manly before peeping out with her normal one. "Release the kraken!!" Vale giggled, clapping her hands together. "You know, fight fire with fire?" The little pup beamed up at him, her eyes innocent and very much pleased with her big friend being back.

Meanwhile, Renmy was still running through the house, just coming up to the hall where the meeting room was located, having followed the hyper-powered child by scent, as the darn slippery girl got out of her sight with her quick little legs. However, being wet caused her to slip, and she went sliding straight across the floor, quickly coming up to a table with a very expensive vase on it. "Oh bloody hell!" She yelped, colliding with the table, the vase shifting and launching just a bit forward. Renmy managed to worm her way north on her stomach, grasping desperately for the decorative piece. She barely managed to catch it and she let out a sigh of relief as the table met the floor with a crash. "...." She looked at the vase, her right eyebrow suddenly arching. "WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?"

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Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Reginald Urisine Remington Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Vale Alvers
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A small beam of light from the hallway entered a dark room through a narrowly opened door. The faint light seemed quickly absorbed in the darkened room, revealing a dresser and a bookshelf before fading away. Completely in the dark was a medium sized wooden bed, piled high with tangled sheets. A large form lay curled up on top of the sheets, her bushy tail curled around her body and covering her nose. Suddenly, her dark ears flickered, catching the sounds of a door slamming open, a little girl's voice. One yellow eye slowly opened, observing the quiet room before scrunching closed again as the large wolf shifted into a deep stretch. Settling back on the pile of sheets, she yawned, sharp teeth gleaming even in the dark room.

Cyra hopped down from the bed, her large paws making a soft thud on the carpet before she glided out of the room. As she pushed the door open, a loud bang resounded from downstairs. She quietly strode down the stairs, quickly finding the source of the noise. Not surprisingly, Renmy was laying on the slightly wet floor, a vase in her outstretched arms and its table on the ground beside her. 'You okay?' Cyra inquired, her tail still straight out behind her as she sniffed the girl, quickly determining she had no new injuries, at least nothing major. 'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.' She looked at Renmy with a wry look on her face. She roughly nudged the girl's shoulder with her nose, wanting her to get up.

When Cyra was satisfied, she gave a final wag of her bushy tail and lazily walked into the study, quickly taking everything in. Anvar was standing behind his desk, the light from the rising sun lighting his face. Reg, the werebear, was sitting in one of the chairs, little Vale on his lap. Cyra was surprised he was still here. He usually left sooner than this, but Cyra felt he was a welcome addition anyway, despite the lack of food in the house currently. 'What's going on?' Cyra questioned, hopping onto a couch across from Reg.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Ophis Nyx Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Larissa Vellamo Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer
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Ophis followed far behind the others, making sure no one was catching up to the pride. It would be easy for her to escape if they did catch up, seeing how she was a cheetah, one of the fastest felines in the world. Or so she believes.

Stepping near her leader, she looked around for any sign, anything that may help them. Food would be the best sign of them all. Her stomach growls quietly at the thought, whimpering for food or water. ‘Below, in the forest, we might be able to find food. I know some of us haven’t eaten since the incident. Food is essential and since they are gone for the while we can quickly eat and get going. Plus, where there is prey, there is water. C’mon' Ophis nods, her ears twitching a bit at the slightest noise. She turns gracefully, her steps even and spaced, normal thing for a cat. Scanning the area, she saw the bushes shift, as something moved within the branches and leaves. Lowering herself down beneath the high grass, she stared waiting...

Suddenly Her sharp, yellow eyes darted to the right, as a large hare raced from bushes, hoping to hide and escape the dangerous beast. Which wouldn't be possible. Ophis's legs kicked off, and darted after the rodent. Within seconds, She easily caught up, and with a snap of her jaw, she caught the hare with ease, breaking its fragile bones.
Tasting the familiar taste of iron, she pawed her way back to the group, pleased with her catch.
‘We’ll wait here. The wolves don’t matter. If it becomes a problem,’ Her ears twitched, and she frowns. 'Wolves...?' She snarls quietly, dropping her prize to the ground with out a care. "If we're careful, they may be able to help us." Ophis peers at her fellow feline, and thought considerable. "Yeah, but with the amount of prey out here, it just might cause a problem." She stated, a natural tone of sarcasm dripping from her very words. "Besides were being followed, I wouldnt think they'll like guest who are now wanted." With that she bit into her prize, and placed it in the pile. Her words may have been harsh, but she just wanted the best for both sides. Wolves and Felines.
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Ulrica combed her sleek fingers through her long, ivory colored hair, and stepped out of her room.
She stretched and yawns quietly. It has been a couple of hours, and she finally rose from the dead. Its actually been awhile since she was active and training, so she wanted to get back into that routine, before it become a habit of hers to sleep in. "....." Yawning once more, she wonders if anyone rose awake as well. Obviously the alpha but who else- "What IS that stuff!? Bleck" Her keen ears, turned to the noise, and the corner of her mouth tilted upwards. Maybe she wasn't the only one awake after all. Peeking into the study, she steps in quietly, and saw the interaction between the pup and the others. Honestly, it was very cute...
Resisting the urge to laugh, she nods her head respectfully towards the alpha, and waved kindly to the others. It wasent like her to talk, and say "good morning" but she meant no harm. Luckily for her, the pack should have known that by now.