[hider=Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/0g844mK.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/AJmBwpD.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/NQz43mg.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Qbz6UBO.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/0g844mK.png[/img][/CENTER] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/enFb8a5.png[/img][/CENTER] [color=14100F]π—™π—¨π—Ÿπ—Ÿ π—‘π—”π— π—˜[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent]Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman[/indent] [color=14100F]π—”π—šπ—˜[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]24. (24)[/INDENT] [color=14100F]π—”π—£π—£π—˜π—”π—₯π—”π—‘π—–π—˜[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]If it weren’t for Wolfrik’s gauntly skinny frame, his height might be described as imposing. His mother and her family were not tall people, so Wolf believes that his unknown father is to thank for this gene. Although his sharply defined bone structure and pitch black, messily-styled hair could be referred to as handsome β€” especially in the alternative community β€” there is an off-putting aura to Wolfrik that most people can’t quite put their fingers on. With pallid skin and circles under his eyes so dark that it’s a mystery if they’re from eyeliner or exhaustion, it comes as no surprise that the dhampire practically has one foot in the grave. On his best days, Wolfie looks a bit edgy, and on his worst, he is straight up ghastly. This does not deter Wolfrik from making a fashion statement, however. He wears his grim aesthetic well, outfitting himself in a plethora of tattoos β€” some by his own hand β€” as well as dark, purposefully worn out clothing with a certain gothic-grunge appeal.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]π—’π—–π—–π—¨π—£π—”π—§π—œπ—’π—‘[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Tattoo Artist β€” Worked at a shop called [i]TΓ€towierhandwerk[/i] in DΓΌsseldorf, Germany prior to arriving in Edgetoun.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]π—™π—”π—–π—§π—œπ—’π—‘[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Being fresh to Edgetoun, Wolfrik is currently unaffiliated with any of the local factions, though he is not close-minded to the idea of joining one.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]π—£π—˜π—₯π—¦π—’π—‘π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Everything about Wolfrik is [color=50565A][b]unapologetic[/b][/color], from the way that he speaks, to his style choices, and especially his attitude. He inherited his [color=50565A][b]free-spirited[/b][/color] nature from his mother, as he was always encouraged to vocalize his emotions while he was growing up. [i]β€œUse your words.”[/i] She had told him, and he hasn’t stopped doing just that since. This behavior has only been magnified by his discovery of who he is, and what it means to be a dhampire. Wolfrik now has something worthwhile to fight for, a greater cause, Other equality… a cure. While he dabbles in his own form of [color=50565A][b]activism[/b][/color], Wolfie has also embraced the β€œyou only live once” lifestyle of his species β€” including some of the more taboo aspects, like [color=50565A][b]drug use[/b][/color] and [color=50565A][b]alcoholism[/b][/color]. That said, he hasn’t lost his [color=50565A][b]humanity[/b][/color], it’s one of the few things that he has left of his mother, and it would crush him to relinquish it. No matter how intense the pain gets, he refuses to drink human blood to alleviate it. There are other forms of escape, they might be ugly, but at least they aren’t cannibalistic. Despite his somewhat [color=50565A][b]intimidating[/b][/color] appearance, Wolfrik is not a monster. He hopes that he never will be. Wolfie is the type of soul that would give up his umbrella in a rainstorm, take the shirt off his back, or donate the last bit of the food in his cupboards to a person that seemed like they needed more than himself. Years of sitting on the other side of the tattoo artist’s chair has also made him a [color=50565A][b]good listener[/b][/color], he loves hearing other people’s stories, and it often can improve the quality of their tattoos if he truly hears them out. He’s [color=50565A][b]selfless[/b][/color], and he has a hell of a lot of love to give, with very few people left to give it to. Wolfrik breathes his [color=50565A][b]emotional[/b][/color] states into his artwork, whether it be in the form of spray paint on brick walls, or the ink under one’s skin, this is his legacy. Without a cure, Wolfrik may not live past the age of 35, but through his living artwork… he can be [color=50565A][b]confident[/b][/color] that at least [i]some[/i] part of him will.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]π—›π—œπ—¦π—§π—’π—₯𝗬[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Born and raised in DΓΌsseldorf, Germany, Wolfrik lived a simple and content life. Although his mother raised him as a single parent on a starving artist’s dime, he wanted for nothing. Having inherited Ilse’s creativity, the refrigerator of the Wasserman household was often plastered with the young boy’s pencil sketches and crayon drawings. His mother would proudly boast to her friends and colleagues about his gifts, fully believing that he would surpass her own artistic abilities one day. He was a talented kid, never very studious, but talented enough to make up for it, at least that was his mother’s hope. The pair had a bond like none other. While Ilse had a decent sized family in Germany, having a child out of wedlock as a university student had unintentionally distanced her from them. Instead of letting her family’s cruelty depress her, Ilse poured all of her familial love into her only child. Wolfie was her rock just as much as she was his. This made keeping the truth of his heritage hidden from him difficult, and as the years progressed, keeping this secret grew even harder. Unfortunately for the both of them, the time for honesty came in the most brutal of ways. Wolfrik was sick, but his mother was sicker. His brief, mysterious bouts of pain were nothing in comparison to the way that cancer had tore through her body. Wolfie was seventeen years old when he dropped out of school to support himself and his mother. Ilse hated this choice, but even she could not deny that him picking up work would ensure that the rent and medical bills got paid on time. Isle still struggled with how to admit the secrets she had been keeping from Wolfrik. Thankfully for her, she didn’t have to yet, as the treatments Ilse received were surprisingly effective, and she was soon in remission. During this time, Wolfrik became established as a tattoo artist. He truly found himself in this profession. He was passionate about art, dedicated to his craft, and β€” despite his undiagnosed medical condition β€” he thrived. Although he could have afforded to strike out on his own, Wolf continued to live with his mother. He’d almost lost her once, and he’d be damned if he was going to leave her side. Fate disagreed with this sentiment, however, as Ilse’s cancer returned. She knew her days were numbered this time, so she finally told Wolfrik everything. Ilse admitted that his father was not some meaningless one night stand, as he had been led to believe up until then. His father was a professor at the university where Ilse had studied, whom she had fallen in love with, and his name at the time was Loki Albrecht. He had left town without notice before Ilse could tell him that she was pregnant with his child. It was as if he had died, gone like a ghost in the night, without any way for Ilse to contact him. Loki had broken her heart, he had changed her life, and... he was a vampire. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RklR7od.gif[/img][/center] That last part was the hardest piece of information to swallow. Wolfrik might have attributed her tales to nothing more than the ramblings of a dying woman, if there wasn’t something within him that resonated with this truth. He had to believe her, she was his mother, and there was no other explanation for his condition to date. When Ilse passed away soon after this revelation, it was both a devastation and a relief, for she was only living half a life towards the end. The loss of her broke Wolfrik, but not enough to keep him down forever. Ilse had left him with a drawing and half of a name, and that was all that Wolfrik needed to begin the investigation of his paternity. For years, it was nothing more than dead-end searches and rabbit holes. Wolf discovered the term dhampire, and what it meant for him, but his father remained a mystery. It wasn’t until the mass outing of the Other that Wolfrik got any real leads. It was much easier to find the whereabouts of old vampires named β€˜Loki’ with the sudden rise of β€œDhampire Meetup” groups online to join and discuss your paternal search with, especially when you have a hand drawn picture of the man to reference. Wolfrik now finds himself with a full name, a one-way plane ticket to Edgetoun, and an indescribable amount of emotions swirling within himself.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗒𝗨π—₯π—œπ—§π—˜ 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗑𝗧𝗦[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Full list to be decided upon Wolfrik’s arrival in Edgetoun. He has researched the local tattoo shops on the internet and has an interest in applying as an artist at [b]STRAIGHT EDGE[/b] for the duration of his stay in town, however long that stay may be.[/INDENT] [color=14100F]𝗙π—₯π—œπ—˜π—‘π——π—¦ & π—™π—”π— π—œπ—Ÿπ—¬[/color] [color=50565A]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT][b]Ilse Wasserman[/b], mother, [i]deceased[/i]. [b]Loki Van Stenberg[/b], father, [i]alive[/i] [b]Monika Linnewerth[/b], ex-girlfriend, [i]alive[/i][/INDENT][/hider]