Michael Morning

[Michael Morning]

Michael Morning

|Full Name|
Michael Albrecht Morning

|Nicknames / Aliases|
Michael Kulich
Silver Fang
Bone Gnawer

|Age|
31

|Gender|
Male

|Sexuality|
Straight

|Species|
Fenrir Get Werewolf

|Password for that species|
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|Height|
6'5"

|Weight|
230 lbs

|Eye Colour|
Blue

|Hair Colour|
Blonde

|Appearance|
Standing over six feet with a body built to rival such legendary figures as Thor and Hercules, Michael Morning can be very physically imposing. His chiseled features often relay nothing more then contempt or sheer disregard for those around him. However, there are times when his expressions are soft and welcoming.

In his werewolf form, his height comes closer to nine feet and he is easily five feet from shoulder to shoulder. A beautiful white coat covers his body, giving him an appearance of nobility. Though after that coat has been stained with the blood of his enemies, the true monster that he is can be seen.

He despises the humans, and as such remains in his wolf form as much as he can. The wolf of the Bone Gnawer appears as an extraordinarily large wolf with a bristling mane and burnt blonde fur stands before you. Its teeth and claws, even for its extreme size, seem overlarge, but not in the least clumsy.

|Face Claim|
Alexander Skarsgård

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|Personality|
Long ago, Michael accepted his role as a predator amoung men. He hides any fear he may feel beneath a mask of hate. However, he also knows when he is in the presence of a stronger predator and will qwell his anger. After his exile, he keeps his true nature and intentions hidden from other wolves.

|Likes|

• The taste of a fresh kill (especially a young kill)
  
• The terror of his victims (especially a young victim)
  
• Benefits of pack hunting
  

|Dislikes|

• Humans because they don't realize that there time is over
  
• The Eden Wolves because they want to be human
  
• The Hell Hound packs who supported the Kulich pack in exiling him
  
• The vampires because they don't have the common sense to know that they are already dead
  
• Silver - for obvious reasons
  

|Personal Weaknesses|

• Tries to control himself when angered, but eventually loses control
  
• Silver
  
• Overly proud of his heritage
  

|Personal Strengths|

• A talented hunter
  
• Cunning
  
• Powerful demeanor
  
• Even in human form, Michael's physique is in peak condition
  
• Understands how other creatures think
  

|Fears|

• Being exposed for his secrets
  
• Silver
  
• The monster within him that brought about his frenzy
  
• Dying before regaining his honor
  

|Goals|

• To find packmates and form together
  
• To see the end of the Hell Hound packs
  
• To see his kind take their rightful place in the world and stopping settling for scrapes from the Horde's table
  
• Redemption; to prove that he is not the rabid wolf his pack mates exiled his as
  

|Secrets|

• Committed cannibalism when he consumed the heart of his pack mate in a frenzy
  
• Admires humans for their ingenuity and survival instincts
  
• Is prone to fits of madness and rage
  
• Is beginning to question his beliefs in wolf superiority over humans
  

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|Family|
Karl Kulich ~ 90 ~ Father, Pack Alpha
Kiril Kulich ~ 25 ~ Brother (Deceased)
Sonja Kulich ~ 65 ~ Mother, Pack Matriarch
Dominic Kulich ~ 44 ~ Half-Brother

|Connection to Horde|
None

|Connection to Host|
None

|History|
Michael Morning was born, Michael Kulich. The eldest of the Kulich Pack, he was heir to become Alpha when his father was no longer fit. The Kulich wolves were a proud pack, claiming to be descended from the great Fenrir Wolf who took the hand of Tyr. As outrageous as their claim may have been, the ferocity with which they defended their heritage left few wolves to content it. Michael himself, fought more than his fair share of challenges to the family claim, earning himself the title 'Silver Fang.'

The Kulich pack used their brutality and 'birthright' to claim dominion over all of northern forests. Any pack within their territory was required to pay tribute to the Pack and Fenris at the rise of each full moon. This was the way of the wolves of the area for two centuries.

Michael, full of life and ignorant of the concept of his pack's tyranny, grew into adulthood with pride. His eight younger littermates, forever in the shadow of the great Michael, grew resentful of his place as the future Alpha. Seeking the title of Silver Fang for themselves, each challenged him one after another. Too proud to care about anything other than himself, Michael accepted each challenge. It was not until the final challenge, against his youngest brother, that Alexander failed. Although he was victorious in battle, his rage at being disrespected like this by his own kin took hold of his heart.

Lost in the frenzy, Michael killed his brother and devoured his heart. The tale of this crime quickly spread through all the packs of the area. Stripped of his name, honour and claim to the pack, he was given the title of Bone Gnawer. He was exiled from the pack and sent to wander as a solitary hunter in the wastes of the world upon punishment of death should he return. It has been nearly ten years since that day. Ten years of loneliness. Now, the Bone Gnawer has returned to civilization. In the Empire of the Horde, he seeks out a new pack; a new beginning.

|RP Sample|
"You are no longer a member of this pack. You have no claim to our heritage. You are no longer a wolf. Let it be known that the Silver has been lost. You are now nothing. A Bone Gnawer; a rabid wolf. Wander your last days int he wasteland and never return. For should you, this pack and all it's allies will hunt you down and destroy you without hesitation or mercy."

The words of his father, alpha of the Kulich pack, awoke him form his nightmares every day.

Isolation is the greatest enemy of the wolf. They are creatures of the pack nature, and to be without a pack is to be condemned to death. Most die with a year, killed by another predator, or even another pack. Those who survive that first year learn that there can be no boundaries or rules of engagement if they intend to continue alone. For an exile like the Bone Gnawer, this meant that he had to abandon his honour. Descended from the great Fenrir Wolf who took the hand of Tyr, honour was the lifeblood of the wolf. But to survive ten long years of solitude, that life was left behind on the day his pack banished him to the wastelands. To the rest of the Noapte Loup-garoux, he was a rabid wolf, below even the humans. A Bone Gnawer; devourer of wolf flesh.

Ten years. After ten years the greatest enemy is not starvation or even another predatory. No, after that long, one has learned how to survive. After that long, survival of the fittest is the driving force. The greatest enemy, is sanity. Isolation tries relentlessly to strip you of that. But the Bone Gnawer was determined to survive even that. He had lived out in the wastes for a decade on his own, and he would not alow himself to become the rabid insane wolf.

The time to return had come. He would risk death if his pack discovered him. But he would not risk his sanity. Tonight, he would rejoin the world. Nothing else mattered as he looked out over the horizon to see the silhouette of the Horde's empire. "It doesn't matter what happens," he growled to himself in the tongue of the beast. "Let the others take my life. I want my honour back."

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