Reinhart

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[/b] Reinhart
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY Unknown
BIRTHDAY: Unknown
CLASS: Guardian
TITLE/RANK: Forest Spirit
OCCUPATION: None
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SPECIES: Wolf Guardian
MAGICAL POWERS: Healing, Angelic Physiology, Evocation, Aura Reading, Elemental Manipulation, Enhanced senses
CANON/OC: OC
TV SERIES: None

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HAIR: Green, white, tan, brown, brownish orange, black, gray
WEIGHT: 80 kg
HEIGHT: 185 cm in length, 95 cm in shoulder height
PLAY-BY: Link Wolf

GENERAL: Reinhart was a European wolf in his days before death one o the larger wolf species out there. However for him he was larger than most of his kind by a few centimeters and kilograms. Even though he is larger than most wolves, his muscular built is average and he is not hindered by the bulk of his body. Rather agile for a wolf of his size. His paws and ears are larger than normal also. His large paws make for walking in the snow easier. His fur coat is a blend of greens, tan, white, black and gray. He has white tribal markings that cover his body and glow either reddish orange or blue depending on the situation. His deep blue eyes are those of a older spirit, they are intense in nature but there is a gentleness there too.

ATTIRE: Fur
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* Protecting his forest and those who need it
* Autumn
* Being Alone

DISLIKES:

* Humans
* Hunters who take more than they need
* Senseless killing

STRENGTHS:

* Wisdom
* His powers
* Intelligence
* His size

WEAKNESSES:

* Having his powers bound
* Short Temper
* Guilt over his past

QUIRKS/HABITS: None

FEARS: Nothing

GOALS: Protecting his forest

PERSONALITY:
Reinhart is known as a noble intellect. Though to understand him now, one must first recognize who he was before the incident. Once a headstrong young pup eager for valor, he has calmed down quite a bit with age. Things are different now. Times have changed and with them interests and ways of thinking. The heart of a warrior, a knight, a hero, still beats within his chest and he continues to uphold many of those values. At the same time he would rather save lives than take another.

He has realized the value of brains over brawn. Brute strength is no longer his solution to every problem, preferring now to think things true. Once upon a time he had been a valiant war hero, noble and true. He was a fine fighter born into a pack bent on conquest. Groomed to be heir, from a young age the principles of honor, loyalty, trust, and leadership were drilled into his mind. He fought for conquest and glory, no challenge too big or too small. He thought himself invincible and wanted to take on the world. Most importantly, he wanted to do his pack proud. Power is a powerful motivator, however, and the path he had been groomed for was not the one he was destined to complete.

He has chosen peace over war and will first try to talk things through. Tooth and claw are only meant to be used as a last resort. And the more he thinks and uses his mind, the more he's begun to realize his own interests. For years he had been groomed for a position he did not truly want. Now, free from those chains, he has been given the chance to pursue more leisurely pursuits.

He is an extremely devoted individual to those that he holds close. He offers out respect and helpfulness to authority figures and would legitimately make a damn good pack member. Loyalty is something that flows through his blood.

On the surface Reinhart seems like the sweetest man around, yet underneath there are some demons within him that he locks up tight. He doesn't believe he deserves happiness, he believes he needs to feel sadness, pain and loss to make up for the negativity he has brought to the life of his past. He carries the weight of the events of his past like a punishment, allowing it to crush him with guilt. He will likely never let this guilt go, and will always have at least a small grating in the back of his mind.

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FATHER: Gael
SIBLINGS: Kamots (Kuh-MOTZ) [brother], Chemukh (cha-MUCK) [sister]
OTHER: Matsi (MOT-zee), Motomo (Muh -TOE-moe) [sons]
FAMILIAR/PET: None
PLACE OF BIRTH: Sawtooth Mountain
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The forest of Aldeon
WEAPONRY:Claws, teeth, his body and his powers

HISTORY:Reinhart was born in a land far from here, his homeland dry and barren. The first born of a litter of three. And as soon as he was old enough, his training began. He was prepped to be an alpha, a warrior, and a fine leader. For the most part he grinned and bared it, believing that this was his destiny. What was there to keep him from becoming the strong warrior his father expected of him? All throughout his first year of life his head was filled with delusions of grandeur and a thirst for valor.

He would bring honor and power to his pack. And when it was time, he would step into his father's paw steps and take over as alpha. Training was constant, leaving little time for play. Reinhart endured though, he persevered, and the more he grew, the more he thrived. He was suited for the life he had been born into, embraced it, and was eager to make something of himself. His father being an ambitious alpha, it wasn't long before the young male got his first taste of war. He was almost two, the winter having been long and hard. If the pack was to thrive, it needed to secure better hunting lands. Across the river lived another pack and it was these lands the Alpha sought to claim. Sending his son out among his best warriors, the orders were to take the land at all costs.

After much bloodshed, Reinhart and his fellow warriors came back victorious. This continued for the next year. So long as his father was the reigning alpha, the pack seemed to constantly be at war. They became a force to be reckoned with, a nightmare to the creatures they shared territory with. On his third birthday he was promoted to lead warrior. It was a position he was eager to earn and more than anything he wanted to prove to his father that he was a worthy leader.

Unfortunately, his first battle as a leader would also be his last. Reinhart was set to lead his pack into battle over area of land that was a great food source. The attack was to be a surprise, an easy victory. Instead the target pack had been waiting for them, prepared. The battle was bloody. Several times Reinhart ordered retreat but his cries were futile. His pack was, they were unprepared for the counter strike. Numbers fell on both sides. Even the lead warrior himself was thought to be dead. He had been locked in battle with the alpha, their prowess even until a subordinate came to the alpha's aide. Ramming into Reinhart 's side, he fell, hard. His head struck a rock, rendering him unconscious. When he fell, the few remaining of his pack made one last run for it. Reinhart was left for dead. It was not surprising really, considering it was two days before he regained consciousness.

For the first time he realized how awful war could truly be. It had cost him everything. His ability to fend for himself had been severely compromised and no longer did he have a network of support. Life as a loner was difficult in the beginning. He was constantly on the move, finding it easier to keep himself protected that way. For a long time he simply wandered, learning to live with his hearing loss and finally having the chance to discover who he really was. Surprisingly, Reinhart was not quite the conquest happy young male he had been raised to be. He discovered that he had a passion for the finer things in life.

To make amends for what had happened, Reinhart set out on the life as loner and traveled, never staying in place for too long. Only stopping to help out those who needed it. It was this way for years until another battle took his life but when he awoke, he found himself surrounded by a heavy mist within a forest. Another wolf before him but see through, it was fellow spirit. In return for his good deeds done and having proven that himself, he was given life again… This time to guard over the forest and protect all that need help…
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