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Aug. 1st, 2013 11:55 pmwolf is more or less the wolf. the big bad wolf. in his world-- the world of grimm tales-- he was doomed to relive his tale over and over. that is, to chase the girl, get gutted and drowned by way of rocks sewn into his belly only to wake up fresh and new to do it all over again. he's very aware it happens (they all are), but it's his duty.
or was until he woke up on earth with pasty white skin and a distinct feeling something was very, very wrong. he can't remember the year (that time is pretty fuzzy) but it was somewhere in the 1820's where he quickly adapted and fell into his role once again. wolf learned how to use body effectively, play the part of the human and as per his role, he was enamored with a less than savory lifestyle. he became an outlaw, a criminal, a ne'er-do-well and the worst kind: the kind with legends about how he just wouldn't die. and sadly, it was true, he couldn't. or, more appropriately, he wasn't allowed. he would get filled with bullets, gutted, dumped in ditches, buried deep and wake up the next morning sucking air (or dirt), grasping at bloody clothes and freshly healed flesh.
he doesn't age either, though time does go by agonizingly slow for him, probably because he feels so aware of it. and over all this time, he has seen wars, became a gangster, a greaser, a petty criminal (even spent quite a few years in jail between 1960 to 1980), a serial killer (never caught) and what made him stop? he got tired of it. they say you can take the wolf out of the tale but you can't take the tale out of the wolf, but he's been subdued, humanized-- conscious, finally, in a way he never was on his own world and he almost feels ashamed took him so long now and it all came down to realizing that he actually had a choice. he didn't have to keep playing the same part, as much as he had come to revel in the taste of blood and the way fear looks on a human's face. that's why he's no longer big bad, just wolf.
at this point, wolf has eased into shades of moral grey, less apt to kill but not quiet good either. there's a hunger in his stomach that food can't satisfy and a twisting in his muscles that feel wrong in human skin but time has taught him to repress it, to mix in, to be a wolf among sheep so to speak. and it seemed to be working just fine, him living in a little shitty shack of a house that he built himself way too long ago (ask him if it has a toilet) (it doesn't)-- that was until he smelled it. something familiar, someone he knew.
and so the hunt begins again. maybe if he finds them, he can figure out what the fuck he's doing here (and them too i guess) and what the fuck happened to their world.
tl;dr: he's based off grimm myths but heavily created otherwise by me. he can still change into an awkwardly large wolf and still has many impulse instincts (he was an animal first, after all) but otherwise he's a non-threatening smooth talker with dubious intentions.
a few other facts:
➽ he has a scar from the top of his sternum to his navel. he's had it since he came. it's a reminder of what he was before and what could happen again.
➽ he sleeps on his stomach
➽ he's completely 98% illiterate but likes audio books and tv way too much for his own good
➽ (he likes romance audio books like disgusting harlequin dime novels)
➽ (he also likes westerns because it makes him nostalgic)
➽ he has a plethora of tattoos from all eras, most of which are faded but they come down to a kneeling lamb on his forearm, a cartoony snarling wolf on his chest (left side on his pec), a list of names that are no longer readable on the back of his right shoulder (10 approximately), an anchor on his ribs, a twisting snake with it's head cut off on the inside of his right wrist and more that i'm too lazy to detail rn but will eventually shit
➽ he literally has no concept of personal space i'm sorry
➽ he is the ultimate creep usually without meaning to be I'M SORRY
➽ idk more later
if you have any questions please feel free to ask! i'd be happy to answer anything.
or was until he woke up on earth with pasty white skin and a distinct feeling something was very, very wrong. he can't remember the year (that time is pretty fuzzy) but it was somewhere in the 1820's where he quickly adapted and fell into his role once again. wolf learned how to use body effectively, play the part of the human and as per his role, he was enamored with a less than savory lifestyle. he became an outlaw, a criminal, a ne'er-do-well and the worst kind: the kind with legends about how he just wouldn't die. and sadly, it was true, he couldn't. or, more appropriately, he wasn't allowed. he would get filled with bullets, gutted, dumped in ditches, buried deep and wake up the next morning sucking air (or dirt), grasping at bloody clothes and freshly healed flesh.
he doesn't age either, though time does go by agonizingly slow for him, probably because he feels so aware of it. and over all this time, he has seen wars, became a gangster, a greaser, a petty criminal (even spent quite a few years in jail between 1960 to 1980), a serial killer (never caught) and what made him stop? he got tired of it. they say you can take the wolf out of the tale but you can't take the tale out of the wolf, but he's been subdued, humanized-- conscious, finally, in a way he never was on his own world and he almost feels ashamed took him so long now and it all came down to realizing that he actually had a choice. he didn't have to keep playing the same part, as much as he had come to revel in the taste of blood and the way fear looks on a human's face. that's why he's no longer big bad, just wolf.
at this point, wolf has eased into shades of moral grey, less apt to kill but not quiet good either. there's a hunger in his stomach that food can't satisfy and a twisting in his muscles that feel wrong in human skin but time has taught him to repress it, to mix in, to be a wolf among sheep so to speak. and it seemed to be working just fine, him living in a little shitty shack of a house that he built himself way too long ago (ask him if it has a toilet) (it doesn't)-- that was until he smelled it. something familiar, someone he knew.
and so the hunt begins again. maybe if he finds them, he can figure out what the fuck he's doing here (and them too i guess) and what the fuck happened to their world.
tl;dr: he's based off grimm myths but heavily created otherwise by me. he can still change into an awkwardly large wolf and still has many impulse instincts (he was an animal first, after all) but otherwise he's a non-threatening smooth talker with dubious intentions.
a few other facts:
➽ he has a scar from the top of his sternum to his navel. he's had it since he came. it's a reminder of what he was before and what could happen again.
➽ he sleeps on his stomach
➽ he's completely 98% illiterate but likes audio books and tv way too much for his own good
➽ (he likes romance audio books like disgusting harlequin dime novels)
➽ (he also likes westerns because it makes him nostalgic)
➽ he has a plethora of tattoos from all eras, most of which are faded but they come down to a kneeling lamb on his forearm, a cartoony snarling wolf on his chest (left side on his pec), a list of names that are no longer readable on the back of his right shoulder (10 approximately), an anchor on his ribs, a twisting snake with it's head cut off on the inside of his right wrist and more that i'm too lazy to detail rn but will eventually shit
➽ he literally has no concept of personal space i'm sorry
➽ he is the ultimate creep usually without meaning to be I'M SORRY
➽ idk more later
if you have any questions please feel free to ask! i'd be happy to answer anything.
