Race: Human (Werewolf)
Age: Mid to Late 40s
Height: 5'10''
Build: Stocky and Powerful
Eyes: Steel Grey
Hair: Black fading into Grey

Whenever a glance is sent his way, the aging warrior meets it with one of his own.  Piercing eyes, the color of shining steel look back, carrying a weary, restless gaze.  Periodically, the man's eyes twitch, drawn swiftly to any stimuli around them.  The darkened skin beneath hinted further at his restless state.  Deep set wrinkles at the corner of his eyes told the tale of Meindyr's many long winters, and the story was made complete by the man's rough skin, the greying forming at the roots of hair once as black as coal. Despite his age, his hair was as thick as a woven rug, kept deliberately short by Meindyr's own hands, trimmed to a length that would easily fit beneath a helmet.  Though the man shaved often, it was a losing battle, as the thick stubble along his cheeks and chiseled jawline always returned, struggling to become a full beard.

Though not overly tall, he was still considerably sized.  His shoulders broad and wide, carried robust musculature over his entire body.  Mighty biceps struggled against his sleeves, and his legs were akin to the trunks of towering, ancient trees.  Yet, the man did not seem to carry an ounce of fat on his body, a product of Meindyr's active, nomadic life.

Though his clothing was ramshackle, assembled from a combination of things found in the wild and things he had made himself from the hides of beasts, everything was immaculately cared for.  Metals oiled and polished as much as Meindyr's resources allowed, leathers and hide kept supple and conditioned, and importantly, the hatchet at his belt kept razor sharp like it's cousin, the knife nearly always strapped to his thigh.

Though he was soft-spoken, the deep voiced warrior could bellow with all the anger of a cornered wolf, when he felt the need.  He was laconic, prefering to keep his words only to the bare necesseties, leading to the man often coming off as gruff and rude.  A smile or laugh rarely graced his lips, his expression often as severe as snow falling upon an open grave.

Werewolf Form:

Those who beheld his altered state would be greeted by a towering abomination, easily 7 and a half feet tall where he to stand up straight.  Thick fur, as black as coal, covered the beast's hide, flecked with specks of grey, particularly along his snout, muzzle, chest and stomach.  Those same steel-grey eyes now rested beneath the werewolf's brow, yet, they remained otherwise unchanged , always alert, darting to any signs of nearby movement.

Lanky, powerful arms rippled with lean, sinewy muscle, ending in dreadful claws, as sharp as hardened steel.  Equally as sharp, were the long canines that filled the beast's massive maw.

Green Lights: Women, Dub-Con, Non-Con (Werewolf form only!), Dominance, Breeding, Public or Semi-Public, Rough, Younger characters, Older characters, Characters of all shapes and sizes, Long term RP, Immersive RP, RP in the wilderness

Red Lights: Vore, Scat