Viktor Rasputin, The siberian Wolf

Name: Viktor, Rasputin

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Animal Form: A black timber wolf with glowing green eyes

Weapon: N/A.

Appearance: His hair is jet black, and hangs down to his shoulders, he has a moustache and a short, pointed beard (the same color as his hair). His skin is as pale as the snow, his nose is sharp, his brow is set low, and his eyes burn like green fire. He wears a brown Russian-style fur cap on his head, a pair of black jeans, and a light leather jacket with a fur collar. His hands are adorned with fingerless gloves, and his feet with black, knee-high boots. He also has a very thick Russian accent

Personality: He often goes about his days in peace, he only commits murder when someone challenges him, insults him, is just plain arrogant, or if he needs a subject for a new experiment, and the subject NEEDS to be human. He is relatively nice, compared to other witches. He is never very expressive, and he saves speech for when it is important. He is terribly practical, and takes no time for leisure, unless it involves reading old, arcane text, and smoking his cherry-wood pipe. He finds irony in absolutely everything, and it will always bring an unsettling grin to his face.

Likes: The cold, solitude, blackjack, rare meat, and vodka (cliché? Yes, do I care? No)

Dislikes: Sunny areas, he is annoyed by young children, arrogant people, and stereotypical Americans (often the same thing)

History: He grew up in Krasnoyarsk Russia, with his uncle Ivor who raised him strictly, and cruelly. Yes, he was beaten, but he was somehow not left scarred or broken. As steel strikes steel, these experiences only made him sharper, and stronger, at age sixteen, his uncle died, and he was left to fend for himself. He lived as a beggar for a few years, and nearly died from the cold many times. The final time changed his life forever. He snuck onto a train to Moscow, and when the engineers discovered him they tossed him out, and into the cold, dark, forest. He tried to make it back to civilization, but he knew not the way, eventually, he blacked out from hunger, and fatigue. Days later, he awoke in a coven of witches, based in a secluded old castle, and led by the descendants of the legendary revolutionary (and notorious traitor) Rasputin’s faithful. There had once been a prophecy that the descendant of Rasputin would come to them, shrouded in snow, and near death. Young Victor was treated like a king, and was taught the arts of the coven; he took to them with incredible speed, and soon became far more powerful than the rest. The heads of the coven took notice, and consumed by greed, made plans to take his life. During Viktor’s daily meditations however, he caught wind of their plots, and in a fit of righteous anger, turned into a Black, Siberian wolf, and tore their limbs asunder. For this, the other witches, and warlocks disowned him, and he was once again thrown into the world, all alone. With his newfound powers, he traveled to Moscow, and joined up with the Russian mob, as their live-in psychic. One incorrect prediction landed him on the mob’s blacklist. Knowing how terrifying gangsters are, and how Russians In general are just so goddamn scary, you can understand why he fled to America. Once there, magic became an obsession, he returned to the texts he had managed to take from the coven before his exile. The books were entitled “Elemental mysticism”, “A pocket guide to America”, “English for Dummies”, and lastly, “The Necronomicon”. He studied these books with great fervor, and is currently living in death city undercover, hopes of learning more about death himself In order to improve his dark arts. If a stray cat…or dog…prostitute…or thick-headed, arrogant drunk goes missing, he’s probably doing some little experiments with them for his dark education, however, as I stated earlier, him killing humans in incredibly rare. Believe me; it isn’t for lack of wanting to. He wishes to remain hidden, and discreet, therefore, his actions are done in the dark, and in secret.

Ice Beam	An icy blast of wind channeled through his hands, freezes his enemies for a short period of time.	Wulver Ice Fang!
Shadow Form	He becomes a shadow for about ten minutes.	Wulver Night-Fur!
Swiftness	He can move with the speed of a hungry Wolf for a short time.	Wulver Swift-Feet!
Clairvoyance	He calls upon the future seeing ability of his ancestor Rasputin, and can predict one future attack from an enemy per battle.	Wulver Mind Eyes!

Other: His alias/nickname is “The Siberian Wolf” from his mob days.

Have you read the rules?
(Let’s go, SOUL RESONANCE….n’ stuff)