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Name : Iericho Vilikas

Type: Pure blooded (born a werewolf)

Nickname : His name may be shortened to Ier, but only by his children or mate. Anyone else risks having their head torn off!
Birth Date: 1/4/1884
True Age: 142
Appeared Age: mid 40's - if he were not greying perhaps he would look even younger, though his age is beginning to show more thanks to his wrinkles.
Body Frame: Broad and muscular.
Height: 6"2 (human form) 7"2 (bipedal werewolf form)
Weight: 198 lb's
Muscle Mass: very muscular and stocky, he is not quite body builder muscly, but he's not far off.
Gender : Male
Orientation: Pansexual would be the closest description, though in reality his minset is more 'if it moves and I want it I'll f**k it', not 'I can love anyone.
Rank : Alpha
Pack: Black Meadow Estate
Personality :  He is quick tempered, with so short a fuse it's almost as though he has none at all. His tolerance for what he perceives to be idiocy is zilch and he does not hold back when he is angry. The key things that irritate him are back-chatting pack members and bite victims. He is also incredibly judgemental and sexist and can be incredibly cruel. He believes that only pure blood naturally born werewolves are worthy of existence and will do anything to get rid of any bite victim who is unfortunate enough to cross his path. He extends this hatred to werewolves who fraternise with or tolerate bite victims as well, and will kill them without hesitation as he believes they have tainted their gift by befriending the enemy. He treats women particularly poorly and views females as below males, he is incredibly old fashioned in his views on gender roles. Any female who ended up as his mate would have to endure not only his serious temper, but also his tyrannical attitude towards women in general. Despite all these flaws, he does have his good points, in particular his loyalty to his pack. He would risk his life to save a male pack member, and is not afraid to get his paws dirty when it comes to defending his territory. He is also very good with pups, who he likes to personally put through his own spartan regime for building them up into strong pack members; though his discipline methods can be very harsh. He encourages his pack to be merciless killers from a young age, and he has no empathy for bite victims or human kind at all.
Brief History : Born in Victorian England, Iericho was the child of a pair of immigrants who were bought into the country to serve as guard dogs and servants to a wealthy satanist priest who lived in the suburbs of London. His mother was systematically abused by the house staff and at the full moon both his parents would be chained up and tormented, or let to roam the streets and murder at will. By the time he was 8 years old Iericho was harbouring a deep hatred for his human 'master' and on the eve of his 9th birthday he broke free of the cage he was kept in at night and murdered the old man in his sleep. A spell was cast on that day that left him blinded in one eye and turned it a horrible red.
Warped by years of being beaten by strangers performing strange magic rituals, he also had a loathing for the parents who had not protected him, particularly his mother. He killed them both that night by shooting them with the gun their master had kept in case they ever went rogue and tried to kill him. after the murder of his 'owner' and his parent, Iericho lived alone for a long time, until the age of 25, when he stumbled across another wandering werewolf and murdered him to get at his mate. This mate was the daughter of a local pack alpha, who then sent his beta's to kill the wolf who had murdered his family. Being young and strong, and wickedly clever, Iericho managed to avoid them, and somehow found his way to their home where he killed the alpha who had ordered his death. This left him in charge of the pack, and the rest is history.

Race: half Latvian on his mother's side, and half Greek on his fathers, though born in the UK.

Accent: None, though he is well spoken his accent is rather bland.
Clothing in human form: He tends to wear loose fitting jeans and heavy boots with plain t-shirt or vests and a jacket of some kind over the top if the weather is poor. His favourite is leather but he also frequently wears camo.
Piercings: None
Worn Accessories: just a thick brown leather belt with a brass buckle
Distinguishing features: He suffers with Vitiligo and has three patches of pigmentless skin on his face, as well as one covering his left hand and a large patch around his belly/groin. His right eye is blind, and red like an albino's would be.
Strengths: Physical strength, he is very strong.
Ruthlessness, he is very calculating and does not let feelings get in the way of his decisions.
An understanding of healing thanks to the upbringing he had, this means he can easily make up a poultice to heal a wound without having to reference ingredients or involve other healers.
Weaknesses: Quick temper - he often loses it for almost no reason.
Little empathy - he finds it hard to relate to most people.
Stuck in the dark ages - he does not see women as strong or worthy, one day that will bite him in the butt!

Extras: Would look a lot like this guy if he were real s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/7… (Jason Momoa)
Relationships:
| Friend
| Close Friend
| Respect
| Deathly Loyal
| family
  | Trusted Ally
| Crush
| Lover
| Distrust
| Dislike
| Hate
| Nemesis
| Want Gone
| Want Dead

Tango Vanga || Weretiger || LotL
Nikolai/Rankless/Lair of The Lycan
Dante Vilikas || Lair of the lycan || arpg
Renn || Black Meadow Pack || LotL
Callumn Kent/Beta/Black Meadow /Lair of The Lycan
Ava Syndergaard || Lair of the lycan || arpg
Roderick Morrison || Werewolf || LotL

Role Play Example : The weather was pleasantly warm outside the spectacular walls of the black meadow estate mansion. The summer time always seemed to hit the new forest region early somehow, and that year was no exception. Inside the building however was a different matter, the walls being so sturdy and the windows so numerous that a stifling heat blanketed the place. In his study Iericho ambled over to the huge windows and threw the top set open to let in a bit of air. He had learned from experience that if he opened all of them then no matter how fine he weather seemed to be, he inevitably ended up chasing pieces of paper around the room. Standing by the open windows he peered out over the surrounding land, past the neatly kept mansion grounds and into the forest beyond. He saw no birds in the area save a few ravens, which was nothing new. Avian creatures seemed to be more sensitive to their condition, especially so close to the full moon, and they avoided the mansion like the plague. The local ponies however were a different matter, the youngsters often wandering up to the grounds out of curiosity. They made for wonderful sport. As he surveyed his lands, Iericho suddenly noticed the shape of a car drawing up by the roadside and slowing to a halt. He was sure it was a vehicle he recognised, but for a moment he struggled to think of why, had he seen a photo of it somewhere...? Then a hassled looking chauffeur hopped out of the drivers seat and swung open the door for his passenger and the scent of cigar smoke drifted up to him on the breeze. He only knew of one werewolf who smoked, and it suddenly became clear to him that his guest had arrived early. A crooked smile graced his lips as he considered the meeting that was about to occur. He was well aware of the elitist attitude of the family he was about to have dealings with, and it amused him greatly. It was rare that he had the chance to meet men as wicked as himself. Pushing his greying hair out of his eyes he stretched and turned away from the window, his blind, red eye flashing in the sun. Crossing the room to his desk he seated himself down and pulled an ash tray out of the under desk drawer, throwing it onto the table ready for the man who was to enter his house. Leaning back in his chair he smiled to himself, turning his attentions back to the files he had been reading. As he turned his page a young female happened past the open doorway and he called her inside. 'I have a guest arriving.' He stated flatly 'bring him to me.' The blonde female nodded and scurried away, dashing down the wide stairway and to the front doors, her posture fearful and obedient.
Pre-LotL Update Events:
Accepted Renn & Elmaria into the pack.
Met a weretiger named Tango who he is undeniably attracted to the chaotic and agressive nature of. (working on that plotline!)
Attacked pretty much every non pack member with the aid of his son, resulting in serious wounds to both Ava and Luther, and minimal injuries to various others.
Bought Atarah over from another pack to serve as Albion's mate.
Endured his son Albion's descent into madness and subsequent death, then cared for his twin grandsons as though they were his own children.
Trained his grandsons to loathe bite victims and bought them up to be agressive, loyal and cruel.
Other : minimal changes have been made to the way I draw werewolves (which alters his design slightly): lower-set, longer and more pointed ears, cheekbones always drawn in, canines longer.

XP Earned :

Pre-update- 50xp and 50 HT each

This ref

Albion's Recovery

The birth of a monster

Albion Mistake

Like ships in the night (LotL)

The travelling stranger

The Initiation

Moonlight Mayhem

Dancing flames and full glasses

Vilikas family portrait

Ierecho human

Black meadow pack

[YCH] Alpha of the Night

Under a Blood Moon

Surprise attack

3/4 Art Payment

Woof

Iericho

Bad Moon Rising

A wolf in the dark

Caffeine and Intel

Iericho

Chibi Practice

Meet Me Where the Moon Meets the Stars || LotL

Iericho is too smug for you

Pouty Butt

Werewolf Gimmick [Trade 3/4]

Slaughter Those Who Are Unworthy [1/4 Trade]

.: Keep warm:.

Commission // Iericho Vilikas

Will she, won't she? (LotL)

Merry Christmas?

It must be a full moon!

Pack Goals - AT

Red Moon Run

Blood Moon Forage

Commish - Murder-Mistress 3

YCH - Iericho Vilikas

Black meadow pack

Dangerous territory

Post update art and lit:

Ominous Smile - 30 XP
Bad Moon Rising - ?
If you go out to the woods today... - 65 XP
Ier the red nosed werewolf - 65 XP
Why am I here again? - 15 XP

total - 2,175xp

HT earned - 2,030 HT

Description

Character ref for

Name : Iericho Vilikas

Type: Pure blooded (born a werewolf)

Nickname : His name may be shortened to Ier, but only by his children or mate. Anyone else risks having their head torn off!
Birth Date: 1/4/1884
True Age: 142
Appeared Age: mid 40's - if he were not greying perhaps he would look even younger, though his age is beginning to show more thanks to his wrinkles.
Body Frame: Broad and muscular.
Height: 6"2 (human form) 7"2 (bipedal werewolf form)
Weight: 198 lb's
Muscle Mass: very muscular and stocky, he is not quite body builder muscly, but he's not far off.
Gender : Male
Orientation: Pansexual would be the closest description, though in reality his minset is more 'if it moves and I want it I'll f**k it', not 'I can love anyone.
Rank : Alpha
Pack: Black Meadow Estate
Personality :  He is quick tempered, with so short a fuse it's almost as though he has none at all. His tolerance for what he perceives to be idiocy is zilch and he does not hold back when he is angry. The key things that irritate him are back-chatting pack members and bite victims. He is also incredibly judgemental and sexist and can be incredibly cruel. He believes that only pure blood naturally born werewolves are worthy of existence and will do anything to get rid of any bite victim who is unfortunate enough to cross his path. He extends this hatred to werewolves who fraternise with or tolerate bite victims as well, and will kill them without hesitation as he believes they have tainted their gift by befriending the enemy. He treats women particularly poorly and views females as below males, he is incredibly old fashioned in his views on gender roles. Any female who ended up as his mate would have to endure not only his serious temper, but also his tyrannical attitude towards women in general. Despite all these flaws, he does have his good points, in particular his loyalty to his pack. He would risk his life to save a male pack member, and is not afraid to get his paws dirty when it comes to defending his territory. He is also very good with pups, who he likes to personally put through his own spartan regime for building them up into strong pack members; though his discipline methods can be very harsh. He encourages his pack to be merciless killers from a young age, and he has no empathy for bite victims or human kind at all.
Brief History : Born in Victorian England, Iericho was the child of a pair of immigrants who were bought into the country to serve as guard dogs and servants to a wealthy satanist priest who lived in the suburbs of London. His mother was systematically abused by the house staff and at the full moon both his parents would be chained up and tormented, or let to roam the streets and murder at will. By the time he was 8 years old Iericho was harbouring a deep hatred for his human 'master' and on the eve of his 9th birthday he broke free of the cage he was kept in at night and murdered the old man in his sleep. A spell was cast on that day that left him blinded in one eye and turned it a horrible red.
Warped by years of being beaten by strangers performing strange magic rituals, he also had a loathing for the parents who had not protected him, particularly his mother. He killed them both that night by shooting them with the gun their master had kept in case they ever went rogue and tried to kill him. after the murder of his 'owner' and his parent, Iericho lived alone for a long time, until the age of 25, when he stumbled across another wandering werewolf and murdered him to get at his mate. This mate was the daughter of a local pack alpha, who then sent his beta's to kill the wolf who had murdered his family. Being young and strong, and wickedly clever, Iericho managed to avoid them, and somehow found his way to their home where he killed the alpha who had ordered his death. This left him in charge of the pack, and the rest is history.

Race: half Latvian on his mother's side, and half Greek on his fathers, though born in the UK.

Accent: None, though he is well spoken his accent is rather bland.
Clothing in human form: He tends to wear loose fitting jeans and heavy boots with plain t-shirt or vests and a jacket of some kind over the top if the weather is poor. His favourite is leather but he also frequently wears camo.
Piercings: None
Worn Accessories: just a thick brown leather belt with a brass buckle
Distinguishing features: He suffers with Vitiligo and has three patches of pigmentless skin on his face, as well as one covering his left hand and a large patch around his belly/groin. His right eye is blind, and red like an albino's would be.
Strengths: Physical strength, he is very strong.
Ruthlessness, he is very calculating and does not let feelings get in the way of his decisions.
An understanding of healing thanks to the upbringing he had, this means he can easily make up a poultice to heal a wound without having to reference ingredients or involve other healers.
Weaknesses: Quick temper - he often loses it for almost no reason.
Little empathy - he finds it hard to relate to most people.
Stuck in the dark ages - he does not see women as strong or worthy, one day that will bite him in the butt!

Extras: Would look a lot like this guy if he were real s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/7… (Jason Momoa)
Relationships:
| Friend
| Close Friend
| Respect
| Deathly Loyal
| family
  | Trusted Ally
| Crush
| Lover
| Distrust
| Dislike
| Hate
| Nemesis
| Want Gone
| Want Dead

Tango Vanga || Weretiger || LotL
Nikolai/Rankless/Lair of The Lycan
Dante Vilikas || Lair of the lycan || arpg
Renn || Black Meadow Pack || LotL
Callumn Kent/Beta/Black Meadow /Lair of The Lycan
Ava Syndergaard || Lair of the lycan || arpg
Roderick Morrison || Werewolf || LotL

Role Play Example : The weather was pleasantly warm outside the spectacular walls of the black meadow estate mansion. The summer time always seemed to hit the new forest region early somehow, and that year was no exception. Inside the building however was a different matter, the walls being so sturdy and the windows so numerous that a stifling heat blanketed the place. In his study Iericho ambled over to the huge windows and threw the top set open to let in a bit of air. He had learned from experience that if he opened all of them then no matter how fine he weather seemed to be, he inevitably ended up chasing pieces of paper around the room. Standing by the open windows he peered out over the surrounding land, past the neatly kept mansion grounds and into the forest beyond. He saw no birds in the area save a few ravens, which was nothing new. Avian creatures seemed to be more sensitive to their condition, especially so close to the full moon, and they avoided the mansion like the plague. The local ponies however were a different matter, the youngsters often wandering up to the grounds out of curiosity. They made for wonderful sport. As he surveyed his lands, Iericho suddenly noticed the shape of a car drawing up by the roadside and slowing to a halt. He was sure it was a vehicle he recognised, but for a moment he struggled to think of why, had he seen a photo of it somewhere...? Then a hassled looking chauffeur hopped out of the drivers seat and swung open the door for his passenger and the scent of cigar smoke drifted up to him on the breeze. He only knew of one werewolf who smoked, and it suddenly became clear to him that his guest had arrived early. A crooked smile graced his lips as he considered the meeting that was about to occur. He was well aware of the elitist attitude of the family he was about to have dealings with, and it amused him greatly. It was rare that he had the chance to meet men as wicked as himself. Pushing his greying hair out of his eyes he stretched and turned away from the window, his blind, red eye flashing in the sun. Crossing the room to his desk he seated himself down and pulled an ash tray out of the under desk drawer, throwing it onto the table ready for the man who was to enter his house. Leaning back in his chair he smiled to himself, turning his attentions back to the files he had been reading. As he turned his page a young female happened past the open doorway and he called her inside. 'I have a guest arriving.' He stated flatly 'bring him to me.' The blonde female nodded and scurried away, dashing down the wide stairway and to the front doors, her posture fearful and obedient.
Pre-LotL Update Events:
Accepted Renn & Elmaria into the pack.
Met a weretiger named Tango who he is undeniably attracted to the chaotic and agressive nature of. (working on that plotline!)
Attacked pretty much every non pack member with the aid of his son, resulting in serious wounds to both Ava and Luther, and minimal injuries to various others.
Bought Atarah over from another pack to serve as Albion's mate.
Endured his son Albion's descent into madness and subsequent death, then cared for his twin grandsons as though they were his own children.
Trained his grandsons to loathe bite victims and bought them up to be agressive, loyal and cruel.
Other : minimal changes have been made to the way I draw werewolves (which alters his design slightly): lower-set, longer and more pointed ears, cheekbones always drawn in, canines longer.

XP Earned :

Pre-update- 50xp and 50 HT each

This ref

Albion's Recovery

The birth of a monster

Albion Mistake

Like ships in the night (LotL)

The travelling stranger

The Initiation

Moonlight Mayhem

Dancing flames and full glasses

Vilikas family portrait

Ierecho human

Black meadow pack

[YCH] Alpha of the Night

Under a Blood Moon

Surprise attack

3/4 Art Payment

Woof

Iericho

Bad Moon Rising

A wolf in the dark

Caffeine and Intel

Iericho

Chibi Practice

Meet Me Where the Moon Meets the Stars || LotL

Iericho is too smug for you

Pouty Butt

Werewolf Gimmick [Trade 3/4]

Slaughter Those Who Are Unworthy [1/4 Trade]

.: Keep warm:.

Commission // Iericho Vilikas

Will she, won't she? (LotL)

Merry Christmas?

It must be a full moon!

Pack Goals - AT

Red Moon Run

Blood Moon Forage

Commish - Murder-Mistress 3

YCH - Iericho Vilikas

Black meadow pack

Dangerous territory

Post update art and lit:

Ominous Smile - 30 XP
Bad Moon Rising - ?
If you go out to the woods today... - 65 XP
Ier the red nosed werewolf - 65 XP
Why am I here again? - 15 XP

total - 2,175xp

HT earned - 2,030 HT