Name: Salo Arniman
Nickname: "The Valarian Wolf"
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Orientation: Straight

- Description -

When Salo first walked into town, he had long black hair, and a beard that looked like it had taken ages to grow. He had the eyes of an wild animal, searching and hunting with every breath and look. His armor was made of aged and rusted metal, and had leaves and other greenery on it for what could only be assumed was camouflage. All this hidden underneath a cloak of wolves fur.

After a good shave and a few baths, you would see a very handsome and chiseled visage. The wild look in his eyes has dimmed, as he worked to re-established himself into normal society. His body is sculpted into near perfection, as his whole life was dedicated to training, war, and survival. He still wears that aged armor, though it has been shined as much as it could be. He might also be seen carrying his greataxe about town, as he considers it his only true companion.

When speaking with new people, he shows respect, and is genuinely friendly. He has a pure heart, which can sometimes get him in trouble as he tends to be very naive

- To learn more, RP! -

Reds: Anything not allowed on the server. Gore, Vore, Kids, Monster types, and Male characters.

Green: Well, he's no longer chaste,
so I guess his greens are TBD.

- Those with knowledge of Paladin lore would know this -

   *One would not expect there to be a sect of Paladin devoted to the works of a demigod, yet they exist. The Order of the Wolf were dedicated to the worship of Valarian, the demigod of forests, nature, and all manner of good magical creature. This sect though did not act as a normal rank of Paladins. They had no leaders, no ranks, no real order. They existed for one purpose and one purpose alone, to find the fabled "Valarian Wolf".

  The prophecies of old foretold that some day a Paladin from their sect would become the "Valarian Wolf", the most beloved of Valarian, and the true and rightful leader of the Order of the Wolf. Every year they would throw festivities leading up to what would become known as "The Trial". The orders headquarters had been built in the center of a vast forest. This forest was also enchanted, and near impossible to navigate. The trial was simple, walk a quarter days length of time into the forest, and then return home. If you succeeded then Valarian had shown his light upon you, and you were the true "Valarian Wolf".

   However though, none ever returned. And as wars raged, and heroes were born on the battlefield, they would take their best and brightest, and send them to certain death into the forest. This continues to this day.*