 __________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Luther Coldfang • Nickname(s) | Iceman/Frostmane • Age | 26 • Gender | Male • Birthday | November 17th • Race | Lycan • Rank/Status | Son of Alpha Wolf Appearance __________________________________________________________ • Height | 6'3"/ 190cm • Build | Lean muscle with long legs. • Eye Color | Light Blue • Hair Color & Style | Golden Blonde. Faded sides with longer top. (See Picture) • Skin Tone | Light Tan • Notable Marks | Three line scar on right bottom of chin • Typical Clothing Style | Dress Casual • Aura/First Impression | Welcoming • Voice | Insert Relationships __________________________________________________________ • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 ("I want to have fun while I can.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 ("I'll just hurt them in the end.") • Romantic Preferences | Quick Flings • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | Accepting • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Self-Confidence ✦ Playfulness ✦ Intelligence • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Possessiveness ✦ Innocence/Naivety ✦ No humor • Known Friends | Angel Beaumont • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Harold Coldfang (Father), Felicia Coldfang (Mother - Absent) | Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Star-gazing ✦ Taking apart/fixing tech ✦ Fate Readings/Prophecies ✦ Exploring the other factions ✦ Clubbing ✦ Parkour ✦ Board games • Likes | ✦ Honesty ✦ Banter ✦ Open-mindedness ✦ Bold & Driven People ✦ Talking to new people ✦ Rock/Metal/EDM music • Dislikes | ✦ Back-stabbing ✦ Fae Soothsayers ✦ Concept of Fate ✦ Feral Lycans ✦ Bitter food/drink ✦ Meditation • Fears | ✦ Becoming the monster of his nightmares ✦ Letting down his father ✦ Hurting those close to him ✦ Tight spaces ✦ Full moons • Habits | ✦ Plays with butterfly knife when nervous ✦ Runs in morning after hitting the gym ✦ Devours one bag of salt n vinergar chips a day ✦ Sings when in a good mood ✦ Defensive about messing up his fur/hair • Vices | ✦ Liquor ✦ Hallucinogenic drugs ✦ Fighting with his father Core Motivation Luther's one, singular drive is to live life as best he can and do what he is able to help others. The small glimpses into his future actions when he meets someone he tries to use to help them instead using what information he can gather from them. He wants to leave no regrets behind before the madness shown in the 'prophecy' comes to pass. While resigned to his perceived fate, Luther is constantly in search of methods and concoctions to keep his sanity in check and hold himself together for as long as possible Personality Overview Luther is called 'Iceman' for a reason by many of the circles within Haylcon for a reason. His conditioning has allowed him a great control over his emotions and he rarely gives anything away when he is on his own. Those who have seen him work a job or fight understand that he takes his work seriously and is ruthless in the execution of his duties. His signature icy stare is a well-used tool to ward off those looking to cause him issues or waste his time. Below this outer shell, Luther is energetic, friendly, and more open-minded than most. He doesn't let himself be bound by any social rules or expectations and lives for himself. Despite his nature, Luther avoids letting relationships dive deeper than surface level camaraderie. He doesn't like to pry into the secrets of others and never lets anyone get too close to him. He freely uses flirting and banter as a way to change serious subjects. Luther feels immense guilt for the visions he has and strives to make those around him a bit happier. No matter what happens he tries his best to keep a positive attitude and does his best to guide others through their own troubles. At the same time, Luther doesn't disdain the more criminal or vicious citizens of the city. How could he chastise those people when he is destined to be so much worse? |
| Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Pack Runner/Scout • Level of Schooling | Master's Degree (Cybersecurity) • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Upper Class • History Summary | Luther was born as the eldest son to one of the oldest packs operating within Halcyon. The Cold-fangs's loyalty to the city goes beyond even the other packs. They are the ones called in to 'handle' those that go against the natural order and chaos. In particular, they excel in taking care of those who go feral and lose themselves to the more primal instincts of their nature. It is for this reason that every member of the Coldfang Pack undergoes intense mental conditioning on top of their physical training. This mental condition uses the effect of hallucinogenic drugs to induce states of panic and rage that each young pup must overcome before being accepted into the pack. These special substances are procured from the one of the prominent vampire families and has established close ties since the practice began early in the city's history. Luther was no exception to the brutal training and was pushed harder than any other of his group due to his position. He recalls curling up into a ball on the concrete floor of a small cell. His clothes drenched as a cocktail of hallucinogenic drugs coursed through his senses. His muscles and bones shifted constantly as his body kicked into flight or fight over and over, causing him to shift partially and revert back quickly. However, it proved to be an error on his father's side. Luther was still inside the cell writhing in agony from the drugs when the full moon hit. Luther breached the heavy iron door of his cell before the overseers watching the trial could react. They were the first to be torn apart. Luther clawed his way into the other cells and devoured those within, his mind on the verge of turning fully over to his primal instincts. He felt bigger, stronger than he had before. Free and unrestrained. That was until he met her. A lone Fae woman bolted to the wall of a cell with iron clamped on her ankle. Easy pickings...or so he thought. Luther had never tasted the flesh of a Fae before so he took his time approaching the vulnerable woman. The blankness of her silver eyes told him she must have been blind, but her ears should have made her more than ware of his presence. She did not show fear. Instead, her gentle hands reached up with an expression of sadness. Luther's addled mind was so caught off-guard he froze for a moment as her soft palms cupped his wicked, bloodied maw. It may have been the drugs, but Luther saw her eyes light up as their gaze connected. What he saw next scarred him deeper than any wound. Visions flashed through his mind of his future and the tyrant he would become. A monster that even the most wicked of this city spoke of in hushed whispers. It showed the vile betrayals and cruel abuse he would inflict onto both the innocent and his close allies. The pain and suffering of those he would terrorize flooded into his mind all at once, exacerbated by the various magical drugs in his veins. His body acted on its training and instinct, driving his sharp claws into the chest of the Fae. The vision faded as did the rage coursing through him. The first scene his more coherent mind registered was the fading smile of the fae woman. Luther emerged from the hellish underground of the Coldfang's dungeon bloodied with scraps of cloth clinging to his human form. It was only the stern, appraising glare of his father surrounded by his personal guards that took his mind off what he had just endured. They stood sizing each other up for a brief moment before his father embraced Luther and his father's guard howled into the night. Luther had been glad his father could not see the look of confusion and shock that colored his face at that moment. It had all been a test to prove his resolve and power as the next alpha of the pack. He had torn up friends he had grown up alongside just to prove himself to his father. His father was less than pleased to find out later about the Fae woman Luther had killed. She had apparently been quite valuable, but his father never went into any detail about it. Luther, however, would never be able to forget her. Each time he made a connection with another a vicious vision would slam into his mind. Images of how he would either ruin their life or brutalize them in one way or another. Each instance accompanied by the sinking feeling of dread of something lurking deep under the surface. From there, Luther went onto to studying at a prestigious academy finishing with a master's degree in cybersecurity. His father was quick to pull him into the family business where he excelled as both a runner and scout within the pack. It was his responsibility to comb the city looking for contracted targets and gather intel on them. Something that his experience with digital footprints and electronics made easier. "To be on top, someone has to stay on the bottom." Luther thought about that small bit of 'wisdom' as his orders took him all over the city. A Coldfang was supposed to be resolute and steadfast yet the more he saw the more he began to question his father and the role his pack truly played. All the while the curse, as Luther called it, continued to plague every interaction he had with others. The visceral experience of each vision ate away at him that he chose to believe them as inevitable. There would be a time he would change, like a switch or gradually he didn't know. He hoped that when the time came...someone would be able to stop him. Currently, Luther shields himself from forming meaningful friendships and anything more serious than a fling. He spends his time lost in a haze of drugs and alcohol when not performing his duties, abusing his abilities as a future alpha to ward off the worse effects. It isn't rare for him to pick constant fights with his father, which the latter seems to enjoy more and more. That said, Luther is trying to do what little good where he can. The guilt from crimes yet committed wearing him down as he tries to make a few lives better in the time he believes he has left. | Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Lycan (Alpha's spawn) ▸ Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Born • Reaction to Full Moon | Can resist stronger effects with meditation. Will try to track down enemies if he succumbs. • Pack Loyalty Level | Failing • Views on Mortals | Indifferent • Views on Vampires | Cautious • Views on Fae | Resentful Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Pursuit of Happiness • Favorite Food | Lasagna • Favorite Animal(s) | White Tiger • Favorite Music Genre | Synth Metal • Favorite Haunt | Bumps in the Night (Nightclub) • Signature Weapon | Crowbar • Preferred Vices | Alcohol, Hallucinogens • Pet Peeve | Picking at fingers • Guilty Pleasure | Hot bath with chocolate ice cream |
