Post by Sighani on Aug 22, 2009 0:25:43 GMT -5
Name: Vergilius Patroklos.
Name Meaning: Vergilius: flourishing; strong. Patroklos: glory of the father.
Nicknames: Rarely does he go by his full name. He insists that, if on good terms with another, they use the name Virgil, as it is what his mother called him when he was young. However, he will accept no other callings, believing it impolite to himself as well as the woman who bestowed him with his given monicker. In his youth, his mentor often referred to him as Eromenos, meaning "beloved".
Gender: Male.
Age: 6 years.
Species: Canis lupus fuscus; Mountain wolf. He descends from a most noble and ancient bloodline, and the Patroklos family is even nobler still. Very particular about which pairs have the right to produce true Petroklian heirs, the heads of the family forbid the mingling of breeds within their royalty. Virgil, as the firstborn of the Patroklian King, possesses blood of the utmost purity.
Appearance: Virgil is a wolf of slight build, his stature small and his muscle scant. Lithe, almost willowy, in appearance, he possesses the graceful form of a fatale, the hessian having traded in his bulk for agility long ago. His legs are long and slender, lean muscle rippling beneath the snow-kissed coat that enshrouds his frame, and his paws are rather wide in proportion to the rest of his body, enabling him to distribute his weight evenly to compensate to the unstable terrain in which he spent his childhood. Encased within each velvet sheathe is a wicked set of claws that strike with deadly accuracy, and whether Virgil intends to graze his target or deal out a murderous coup, he rarely misses his mark. He has handsome, well-defined features, held aloft by a distinctly aristocratic crown, that often appear stoic, but at times seem to radiate an aura of a profound lust for life, particularly through his eyes. His alabaster coat is lush and velveteen, Virgil sporting a thick ruff of fur in an almost mane-like fashion, the thick hair acting as protection for his throat in battle. A set of claw-marks slash through his right haunch, cutting deep across his flank to the base of his plume. These scars, jagged and malicious, shine a ghostly silver in comparison to the white of his pelt, and the fur around the ruined tissue grows sparse and thin. Though the old wounds cause him pain from time to time, he has only spoken of their origin to his mate and dislikes drawing attention to the mar on his physique. Apart from those scars, he has no other flaws of real significance, the few others he possesses buried deep under his coat. He can be distinguished from others by the slight scything of his tail and the perk of his ears, signs of his dominance. His most striking feature, however, is undoubtedly his eyes, and they are eyes that his mentor often said "speak silently of times and places they have never seen." Set above the regal curve of his muzzle, they are old eyes, almond-shaped and ebon-rimmed, and they reveal, deep within golden depths, a complex understanding of the cruelties of the world and, deeper still, a thirst for knowledge.
Pelt Color: Virgil's coat is one of virgin purity, unmarred and unfading. He is touched only by snow-kissed hues, the flawless ivory of bones bleached by the sun.
Eye Color: The fires that glow deep in his eyes burn with the golden light of the morning sun, veined through with dark, intricate laces of amber and honey. As the seasons pass and the skies thicken with snows, the celestial gold of his eyes fades to a dull, tarnished bronze, regaining their shine with the spring thaw.
Frame Size: He is a relatively small wolf, particularly for a king, built for politics and deplomacy, not for the battlefield.
Dimensions: 33 inches at the withers; 58 inches from nose to tail; 112 pounds.
Strengths: Born and raised as a prince, he did not receive a warrior's training as most young hessians, but rather an extensive education as a scholar. He is well-learned, having been the pupil of the greatest mind in all the land, and as such he came away with wisdom that far surpasses his age. He is also charismatic and remarkably eloquent, gifted in the arts of speaking and persuasion.
Weaknesses: Having spent a life immersed in studies, he is lacking in physical strength. He has little combat experience, aside from what his father taught him when he was just a whelp, and is clumsy when it comes to physical confrontations. He has not gone through any formal military training and is therefore rendered at a great disadvantage in battle.
Special Designs/Patterns: None. The pelt of a true Patroklian king is devoid of flaws, and Virgil, as the first heir of his family, is no exception.
Scars/Markings: A set of claw-marks slash through his right haunch, cutting deep across his flank to the base of his plume. These scars, jagged and malicious, shine a ghostly silver in comparison to the white of his pelt, and the fur around the ruined tissue grows sparse and thin. Though the old wounds cause him pain from time to time, he has only spoken of their origin to his mate and dislikes drawing attention to the mar on his physique. Apart from those scars, he has no other flaws of real significance, the few others he possesses buried deep under his coat.
Astrological Sign: He was born under the sign his ancestors named Pisces, with a Cancer ascendant.
Religion: Although religion does not govern his life, he still maintains a polytheistic faith in many gods and goddesses, raised to believe that wolves worship the gods because they fear worse.
Sexual Orientation: He is decidedly pansexual, completely genderblind and believing that love is love, no matter what form it takes. His gods dictated long ago that there are four ways to love, only one of them carnal, and throughout his life he has experienced all four forms regardless of gender.
Alignment: Pure.
Companions: Though he has no specific familiar, he has always felt a strong bond between himself and raptors, most notably the eagles. His mother imbued in him a deep respect for the birds, recanting myths of golden eagles that were the messengers of the gods, with the sun in their eyes and the night in their claws. Ever since he was a child he has revered them, perhaps not as angelic messengers, but as his staunchest allies and confidantes, knowing that they possess knowledge at which wolves can only guess.
Maternal Grandsire: Neoptolemus Epirus, a noble brute of most esteemed breeding who was rumored to have descended directly from the bloodlines of the great and mythic Achilles.
Maternal Granddame: Myrtale Epirus. Little is known regarding this fatale's heritage, as she was taken hastily as queen after the death of Neoptolemus's first mate.
Paternal Grandsire: Parmenion Patroklos, a warrior who turned from his scholarly pursuits and instead saught to unite a shattered land, a conquest in which he was highly successful, earning him the title of High King, the first Patroklos to do so.
Paternal Granddame: Nefertari Merytmut Patroklos, a fine and beloved queen prior even to her betrothal who was taken by the Patroklian king Parmenion in order to unite the empires. She became the first High Queen of the Patroklian dynasty.
Mother: Olympias Patroklos, deceased. Her heart gave out in her seventh year, the fragile muscle no longer capable of sustaining life within her body.
Father: Phaedrus Patroklos. Though he is nearing his tenth year of life, he still remains as strong as ever, no weakness in his bones and no exhaustion in his muscles. Many believe him too stubborn to die, desparate to hold onto his title as king for as long as he can. Ever since Virgil's departure from his father's kingdom, Phaedrus has trusted no other to rule after he passes--much to the discontent of Antipater, Virgil's brother, who is second in line to the throne.
Littermates: He shared a den with three other whelps, known as Antipater, Craterus, and Semele. Being the firstborn child of Phaedrus Patroklos, Vergilius was named the family heir, with Antipater second in line to the title. Craterus, against all expectations, felt no resentment toward his elder brothers and lived his life happily as the middle child, third in line but content. Semele received special attention not only as the youngest whelp of Phaedrus and Olympias's first litter, but because she was the only female, and will hold her title as the sole Patroklian Princess for all her life, her parents never again producing a female child.
Siblings: A second litter was born the season Virgil turned one, and it consisted of three brothers named Ilium, Atreus, and Lysander. Before her death, Olympias also gave birth to a third litter, containing only identical twins, Mycenae and Thyestes. Phaedrus, deep in mourning, never took another mate and therefore bore no other children.
Romantic Interest/s: Virgil has a respect for beauty in all forms, and thus he often finds his eye wandering to passing youths. He has no bias between gender, able to appreciate both masculine and feminine grace without shame, and finds enjoyment in their company as he encroaches upon the territory of the elderly. However, his loyalty does not stray from his mate, although she has departed his kingdom indefinititely, and not once has he betrayed her. He has no true romantic interest in any wolf other than his former lover, only an unshakable devotion to beauty as a whole.
Courting/Courted By: His relationship with the fatale has evolved past mere courtship, Virgil having asked for her heart several years ago.
Mate: He was betrothed to a fine princess before his birth, but his destined lover was taken by a fever when he was just whelp. Instead, he wed the princess's younger sister Niabe Delos, a bastard daughter of no social import, with whom he had fallen deeply in love. Although she left him without so much as a farewell, he still harbors deep feelings for her and believes his love will never falter.
Previous Lovers: Was once involved with his mentor Cassander, a boyhood faze he grew out of when he came of age. He had been with no other woman before he asked to court his current mate, although she believes, unbeknownst to Virgil himself, that he had romantic affairs with multiple wolves, not all of them female. This is merely a delusion of her jealous mind, however, with little base for accusation.
Whelps: The blood of the Patroklos family is ancient and noble. Thus far, Virgil has not found a woman suitable of bearing an heir, and in his ripening age, he fears that he never will, being so devoted to his mate Niobe--who, his father dictates, may very well bear his sons some day, but will never produce a true Patroklos.
Ward: He has taken an adolescent called Cleitus, though he regards the boy not as a child, but as a pupil. Much of his free time, of which there is becoming less and less as the pressures of ruling a kingdom encroach upon his personal life, is spent with the younger brujo, training him as a scholar.
