Name: Wolfstorm NEW HOPE CHARACTER PROFILE
Gender: Male
Soul name: Ahhrl
Soul name known by: Silvercloud
Others' soul names known: Silvercloud's (Nim)
Generation: 10th or later
Date of birth/death: Born TWR 1178/NH -2
Original tribe: the Village, a small protected elven enclave in the Brightcolor Desert (they are about a moon's journey east from the BCD elves' settlement.)Hair color/length/style: Auburn, to mid-back, straight and shaggy
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Medium fair, tans well
Height: 4'0"
Build: Rangy-athletic
Voice quality: Undistinguished light baritone, tends to the loud and rambunctious
Physical attributes: Dead averageParents: Firewolf of Clearwater Holt, mother; father Greensage, (of the Village, a small tribe in the Brightcolor Desert (actually an offshoot of the BCD tribe--they lost an internal squabble several thousand years ago and got kicked out.)
Siblings: None
Other close relatives: Probably some in Clearwater
Current mate: Some casual flings
Recognized? Not yet
Previous mate: Open
Children: none
Closest friends: Likes Quicksilver (don't know if he likes him back.) Thinks Malra is the absolute end (and Malra probably eats it up.) Hangs around with the younger crowd but I don't think he's got any really close buddies. (Considers Mischa a punishment from the High Ones. "But what did I DO????!!!" When Silvercloud shows up and starts pulling the same kind of bullying without even the excuse of wolf blood, it's the beginning of the end.)
Magical talent: Animal bonding, wolves of course. However, has never attempted a bond and has little idea what it entails.
Skills: Hunter/scavenger/trapper/fisher/general outdoorsy sort. Has survived on his own for the several years it took him to get from the desert to New Hope (started out when he was 13 or 14, is 16 or 17 when he arrives.) Has learned most of it on his own and deeply resents any suggestion that he hasn't learned it well.
Hobbies: Dancing, drinking, dreamberries, getting into trouble.
Bondbeast: none
Weapons: Flint knife, short bow. Competent with both (no Strongbow, but can feed himself quite nicely, thank you.)
Jewelry/special possessions: Polished stone pendant he got from his mother, worn around his neck on a leather thong.
Outfit most often worn: Breeches, loincloth and calf-high boots. Long-sleeved shirt and vest in the winter. Nothing fancy. Likes dressing up for special occasions, but has no taste in clothes and will cheerfully go for whatever is brightest and shiniest.
Personality/history: Wolfstorm's mother was a wanderer, injured in a rockslide near the Village. The tribe's healer Recognized her in the middle of fixing her up--unfortunately, he was repulsed by her wolf blood and had little love for the son he was compelled to sire upon her. Firewolf's injuries were severe, too severe for the healer's skills (she had lain untended for several days before being found) and he was unable to save her legs which turned gangrenous and had to be amputated. Trapped in a tribe which looked upon her and her son as little more than elf-shaped animals, Firewolf raised her son on a diet of bitterness and tales of the glories of wolf-blood. She died shortly after Wolfstorm turned ten.
Wolfstorm remained with the tribe for several years, until puberty set in and he began to get interested in some of the village maidens. The elders of the tribe took a dim view of this, and to prevent further pollution of their bloodlines with the mortal taint, Wolfstorm was given the choice of leaving the village, or remaining on the condition that his father render him sterile. Wolfstorm left.
For some two to three years he wandered aimlessly, trying to find his mother's tribe, until he was discovered by one of New Hope's patrols. Having met the Caravan and others with Clearwater connections, he is planning to travel there at some point to find the rest of his family.
At bottom, Wolfstorm is a mass of insecurities and inferiority complexes, which he disguises very well with a veneer of brash overconfidence. He has had the fact of his mortality pounded into his head from the day he could talk, and is desperately afraid of dying, and jealous of pure-blooded immortality. On the surface, however, he looks down on the pure elves and takes every opportunity to display the physical advantages wolf blood gives him. He cannot resist a dare, and will try anything once, no matter how idiotic. He is a flirt and a party animal, loves practical jokes, and absolutely has to be the center of attention in everything he does.
Wolfstorm can be very territorial and possesive about both people and things that he considers "his." He has a very touchy temper and is willing to interpret almost anything as a slight when he's in a bad mood. He often views females (especially pure-blooded females) as "possessions" which prove that he is indeed a worthy person, and he is a very jealous and demanding lover. (That he gets any action at all is due to the fact that he IS rather good in bed--lots of raw talent there, if anyone ever forces him to develop it properly!)
Wolfstorm is (at least unconciously) very aware that he is under-educated, socially inept, and generally a pain in the tail--but he hates to admit he is wrong, especially to himself. He bristles at any hint of patronizing treatment, and tends to see ANY atempt at teaching him
anything as patronizing--and so is caught in a catch-22. He had a number of clashes with Mischa early on, which shocked and disappointed him greatly, as he had entertained fantasies of being truly accepted and loved for the first time when he finally encountered his wolf-blooded kin. In their altercations Wolfstorm labors under the psychological disadvantage of being the intruder into Mischa's "territory." Still, the two of them are more or less of an age and reasonably well-matched so far as skills and training go, and he manages to more or less hold his own... until Silvercloud enters the picture.
Wolfstorm's personality is tailor made to annoy Silvercloud, and he and Silvercloud tend to get into a lot of disagreements which sometimes erupt into physical violence--most often disguised as "training fights" so as not to get the Powers That Be too upset with either of them. The two of them accidentally learned one another's soul names during a moment of panic and exhaustion cleaning up after a hurricane, and this did not help matters in
the slightest.
Wolfie sees his relationship with Silvercloud as baffling, infuriating, and totally unwanted. That Silvercloud, with his warrior's training, can beat hell out of him any time he likes is a deep and lasting wound to his pride. To Wolfie's eyes, Silvercloud seems to be following him around for the express purpose of picking on him. If he were all wolf, he'd expose his
throat and surrender to the alpha male--but he's an elf, too, and his pride won't let him. So he keeps goading Silvercloud, and Silvercloud keeps beating hell out of him--though after a while of this Wolfstorm gets good enough to give Silvercloud back some of his own--and Wolfstorm spends a lot of time beseeching the High Ones to tell him just what it was he did that was so terrible as to deserve this punishment.
When Silvercloud is not actually present, he's not nearly so abrasive about him, but the minute the hawkrider actually shows up it's instant antagonism. Although Wolfstorm does not articulate this to himself, many of Silvercloud's personality traits (the rigid self-control, reluctance to form connections to the people around him, and the lack of ability to kick back and enjoy life in particular) seem to represent to him "The Way I Don't Want To Be When I Grow Up". He sees Silvercloud as a transformed, repressed and unhappy version of himself. (Actually, if you could mush the two of them together you might get a half-way balanced personality...)
In New Hope, Wolfstorm is a hunter, tracker, and part of the ground patrol forces. Despite his occasional obnoxiousness and his inexperience upon arriving at New Hope, he's not an incompetant--he's a person of average competance with a deep need to prove to himself and everyone else that he's extraordinary. The only reason he comes off as an idiot is that he
constantly bites off way more than he can chew. When the Stormriders invade, Wolfstorm, pride bruised by several centuries of (as he sees it) being used as a punching bag by the "popular" Mischa and mean ol' Silvercloud, is very much taken by the idea of a warrior elite and is ripe for seduction to the enemy. He turns coat in the hopes of gaining revenge for past slights, and for a time revels in his new position--until people start dying, at which point he realizes he's made a big mistake.
In the Battle of New Hope following the Hostage Crisis, Wolfstorm does the equivalent of charging a machine-gun nest and dies, as gloriously as such death ever manages to be, in defense of the tribe of which he was never really a part.Trolls: Never saw one before coming to New Hope. Likes them because they seem to have fewer social pitfalls for him to stumble into--they're rude, crude and obnoxious and darned proud of it.
Preservers: Stupid little bugs.
Humans: Wary of them at first--back at home, humans and elven tribes had a lot of contact with each other, but didn't actually live in the same tribe together. Crossing the continent, searching for his mother's people, he ran into some nasty customers. Not totally against them but not about to leap into their arms either.
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