Archgard Frostmane

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~~Information~~ Name: Archgard Frostmane Nickname: Arch Race: Legendary Wolf Age: 440 Moons Habitat: Forest Body: Built Body Type: Strong Fur: Fluffy Fur Color: Frost White Eyes: Ocean Blue Gender: Male ~~Human Form~~ Height: 6ft Weight: 250lbs Build: Strong ~~True Form~~ Height: 8ft. Weight: 2,000lbs. Scent: Evergreen. ~~Pack~~ A lone wolf. Description: Humanoid: A very tall man stands before you, Dark hair with dark features to his man's complexion. Square face and jaw, sharp angular curves define his jaw and face, raised cheeks and elven at first glance coupled with hair that's frames his look. Broad shoulders and a wide chest sporting a muscular physic, that's kept reserved or attempted. Defined and large arms, vascular on the surface with a thin layer of hair covering it. long strong legs that bulge out, if one paid close attention. A golden hue tanned his skin, as if he's been one of the desert dwellers or perhaps in the sun for a life time. Piercing blue eyes that seem shine oddly, peering out from beyond his trimmed brows, giving him the hunter look as he takes in what's before of them. True Form: : A very large wolf that confidently stands with a mane of white, red or black. Long fur that shifts and obeys the will of the wind. The eyes , never change, sky blue with filling color that nearly completes the entire shape of the eye with it's color. Well kept and clean, his fur seems to look and feel very soft and almost fluffy in texture or touch. History: Archgard is a legendary wolf, orphaned at a young age and taken in by a rogue elven druid by the name of Illandai, she nurtured him and brought him up to be the proud wolf he is. At a young age, he was oblivious to his origin and kin. The elven woman raised him over a lifetime, teaching him the ways of nature, teaching the ways of being natural. In time she come to love the wolf as her own pup, teaching him how to cast spells, shapechange himself and with effort, even how to survive the harsh forest of Vaselhiem and surrounding area. She protected him, taught him how to fight in his different forms, taught him of all the different and exotic creatures that roamed the continent. Venturing off into the wild with her on multiple occasion, showing him sights and sounds never before experienced. The elven woman even taught him how to turn into a human, tought him how to speak common and how to act like one of them. At the age of adulthood, even taught him how hunt and defend himself against all the creatures that walked those forests. While living in the forest, he came across a bronze dragon, they became friends. They secretly met up, played together and trained together. Of course, this didn't escape the loving attention of Illandai. she didn't discourage this, she welcomed it. Even spent time with them as they played, trained and sparred together. Archgard loved Illandai deeply, treating her like a companion. One day Illandai sat him down and explained to him of his nature, his origin, he was what she called a "Wolfgar", a Legendary wolf that was near extinction from the sheer amount of poaching and hunters that sought their hide and organs. She urged him to be cautious of the people that looked like her, men and women that would have him dead for sport or worse. She insisted that he not think of her as a master or companion but a friend. Though he wasn't shocked by this, he suspected that he was different from all the other kin he came across. He never acted on it, by the guiding word of Illandai, she kept him isolated and to herself. They argued this between them for hours, frustrated from the information he was given. They could not stay mad for long, they apologized and made up. One day, during the early hours of the morning, Archgard awoke to a guttural roar and Illandai screaming for him. He woke up and quickly rushed out to find her being attacked by a white dragon. He lunged and fought the beast, the battled must have lasted for hours. He managed to kill the beast with a sharp twist of the dragon's neck and breaking it's neck within him maw and the help of Illandai. From that point he needed to guard their home, the stench of dragons filled the air, not of metallics, but of chromatics. The tension was higher, he had finished his training with the bronze, to be as strong, fast and resilient as the dragons he would combat. Physical strength, training with lifting and attacking with great power. Mobility and speed, to be light on his feet and precise in all he did. Resilience , the constitution of being able to take hit after hit and keep going no matter what. it wasn't easy for him, but it had to be done. His size grew to it's full stature now, being as powerful as a dragon. For the tyranny of dragon was upon them. Archgard and Illandai sought out dragons that would threaten the land they lived in, either to slay or drive off. Time after time he'd battle and get stronger, faster and more resilient. Attacking any dragon that threatened him or illandai. Red, Blue or green, didn't matter to him, he'd fight and adapt. Over time he'd learn to resist their attacks with purpose and drive. Years pass as he started to made a name for himself in the forest, a Wolfgar roamed the woods a powerful creature that battled dragons. It wasn't long till the human settlement near by heard of him and a contract was issued to capture him for unknown means. Managing to fend and defeat all that came for him, fighting with a dragon's ferocity. Until one day a band of mercenaries and hunters set a trap for him while both Archgard and Illandai were away, on they venture to explore the land. Seeking out a new home for he had drawn too much attention. While they made their way back he smelled something in the air, a female wolf perhaps, it was hard to tell it was heavily masked by magic. He turned to Illandai and told her to wait while he scouted, being suspicious of it. Walked up to his home's clearing, eyes scanning for what it might have been. each step riddled with caution and curiosity. In an instant, the trap was sprung, a band of twenty men and women jumped out screaming. This grabbed his attention instantly, but not in the right directly, been taken away from the trap he stood on. As quickly as they jumped out, the trapped was released. Nets catapulted nearby and rope tightened around his feet, the nets landed after being thrown down to his feet and pinned them there. The band quickly moved to secure him with blazing speed, he tried to resist by it was too late, try as he might he couldn't move. He called for his best friend, mother and companion to run. She was killed that day and he was placed in a crate unconscious and shipped to an unknown location. Icenfar.
Player:	Athnamas
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human