Var

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Character's Name:
Var the Immortal

Nicknames:
Var

Age:
Unknown, thought to be around one-thousand

Gender:
Male


Species:
Helvati/Kirkasta Hybrid


Abilities:
His size and strength already make him a formidable opponent. Var is a beast of muscle and power, with fangs and claws meant for ripping and tearing flesh apart. This alone, coupled with his immortality, makes him a terror on the battlefield.

As if this weren't enough, Var has the ability to breathe fire and melt into darkness. He has complete mastery over his flames, though he rarely uses this ability. When he gets irritated, Var is known for breathing out clouds of smoke through his nostrils. His magic may not be powerful, but it's enough to disorient his opponents.

Var has also gained the ability to see through Stitches second set of eyes, allowing him to keep in constant contact with his familiar.

Appearance:
The first thing one notices about Var is his height. He is the size of a large horse, standing at 6'0" at the shoulders. He is very well muscled, and his presence is one that cannot be ignored. His features are average, long narrow muzzle, sharp gleaming white teeth--though his ears are a little more pointed than those of his kin. Aside from his size, Var appears to be a normal wolf, but this is about where the similarities end.

Var's pelt is pitch black. A black so dark that it barely reflects light, giving him the appearance of a living shadow. Were it not for the gold markings on his limbs, chest, and hind leg, he would hardly be seen at all. These markings start on his face, blazing around his eyes and running down his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He has three gold bars that run vertical down his chin, the first under his nose, and the second two a little farther back. Just past the corners of his mouth are two smaller golden dots, making his mouth appear wider when opened. On his shoulder blades are large yellow markings that follow the scapula, and from there smaller dots branch out, with one branch running down his side while the other runs down his from legs. There are two glowing golden bands on each of his legs, at the wrists and just below his ankles. There's a single gold stripe running down the sides of his tail. Var's marking glow brightly when he's agitated or feeling a strong emotion, though he can control how brightly they glow.

He is able to take on another form while in battle, thanks to his mother's blood. He wears a mask of bone, with long horns that extend backwards. The skull has long fangs, and looks quite menacing. His form appears to be that of pitch black fire, flickering in and out.

Personality:
Var comes across as rather abrasive. He's not the type to sugarcoat things, nor will he attempt to cushion any blows. His tongue is as sharp as his wit, and he rarely restrains himself. If he finds you to be an idiot, he will let you know in a heartbeat. He demands respect, and will not tolerate insubordination or treachery. He is, perhaps, a little militant, though not nearly as much as in his past. He is a natural leader, always striving to do what's right for his charges, even if the path is not always easy. Rough as he is on the outside, Var is not heartless. He is surprisingly compassionate, to the point where he can be seen as a softie by those who know him well. He cares about the well-being of his pack more than that of himself, often hunting and foregoing meals so his pack may eat.

He carries around a significant amount of pain and regret for his past actions. He will not deny that he is--or was--a monster. Var fully understands his past deeds, and knows he has caused pain to others. He has since reformed from his warring ways, but the fight has not quite left the wolf. No matter how hard he tries to shake his past, it always seems to catch up and bite him. His confidence has been shaken by this, and he often questions his actions. Though riddled with self-doubt, Var stays true to himself. He is a visionary, and his travels have shown him what true strength is.

Var will not kill unless left with no choice. He is a firm believer in second chances, though should one break his trust he will unleash his wrath upon them.

History:
Born to a Life Kirkasta and a Death Helvate, Var was not expected to be much in life. In fact, many wanted him dead. His mother's pack killed his siblings, but not before his mother was able to hide him. Just a babe, Var was defenseless, unable to see or hear. He was found on the outskirts of angel territory by a scout of the Plenty army. She took the pup in, and once he was strong enough, the scout began to train him, taking note of Var's exceptional abilities. He lived with her for many years, fighting at her side and doing everything with her. As he got older, Var's angel began to pray to the gods for her beloved companion, so that he may live along side her forever. It was unknown if her prayer was granted, as the pair soon departed for the battlefield to fend off invading Famine demons.

The battle was fierce and brutal. Var and his angel struck down many foes, but one errant blow from a Famine demon struck her down, severing her head from her body. The death of his angel broke something within Var, and he snapped, awakening the helvate blood inside him. He killed both demons and angels alike, and it wasn't until he suffered a fatal blow that he was stopped; or so he thought.

Var awoke on the battlefield, left to rot, but his wound had begun to heal. What should have killed him did not, and it was this way that Var learned that his angel's prayer had been granted. The gods had given him immortality, but at the cost of his angel. The cry he set free is said to have broken the heart of Cysnia, who granted him a familiar born of his own despair and suffering. Wrought with grief, Var fled the lands of his birth and traveled to the pack lands of the Enkratis pack. Here he found sanctuary, and due to his familiar he was welcomed into the pack. To this day, Var still avoids wandering too close to the angelic lands, fearing that someone may remember the bastard child who slaughtered his own allies.