Vilar

Name: Vilar
Soul Name: Gwyr
Preserver Name: sneaky-trick-highthing
Title: Tracker, hunter
Age: Young Adult, 100
Gender: Male

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Face Claim: Samuel Larson (Glee)

Hair: Pale, nearly white blonde, worn in dreads that are usually held at the base of his neck by a leather thong while hunting
Eyes: Gold-brown
Height/Build: 4'2", lithe and lean, very little mass but what is there is all muscle
Skin: Tanned, has a large number of pale jagged scars on his back

Clothing:
Warmer climate: A simple linen vest and calf-length pants.  Usually goes barefoot or wears sandals
Colder climate: A heavy wool shirt with leather vest, leather pants tucked into thick boots.
 
Personality:
-Sassy, snarky, trouble-maker
-Busybody, like knowing everything that’s going on but he’s terrible at keeping it to himself
-Fiercely independent and cocky
-Knows a little bit about a lot of things, had a spotty education growing up

-Can be quite charming when he chooses to be (mostly thanks to Leyna)

Magic:
Type:
Strength: (weak/average/strong/excellent)
Description of powers:

Skills: 
Sending: Average
Hunting: Strong
Tracking: Excellent
Fishing: Weak
Weapons:
     - Atl-atl: Strong
     - Bow: Average
     - Sword: Weak
     - Bolo: Average
Swimming: Weak
Sneaking/hiding: Strong
Riding (jackwolf): Strong

Likes/Dislikes/Phobias:
+ Sneaking up and surprising people

+ Successful hunts

+ Furring & flirting

+ Stargazing

+ Riding

+ Jokes & pranks

- Mud (harder to sneak through)

- Bad hunts

- Being caught while sneaking

- Injuries

- The idea of falling in love
- Water
= Drowning

Family/Friends:
Father: Alduin (deceased)
Mother: Beesong (deceased)
Siblings: Open (older)
Lifemate: None
Lovemate: Open
Cubs: None
Mentor: Open 
Student: Open

Freesharer: Yes, male or female (does prefer females), open

History:

Vilar was orphaned as a young teen. While he was not abandoned, he was also not taken in by anyone either(mostly because he didn't want to be). As a result he ended up being taught a little bit about a lot of things by the whole tribe. He never wanted for friends or fun, but everyone expected someone else to discipline and teach him right from wrong. Since no one was, he pretty much ran wild.

When he was a few decades old, he had an encounter with one of the tribe’s jackwolves that didn’t go very well. He ended up with long, deep scratches on his back. Embarassed and knowing he’d get in trouble for going near the predatory bonds, he didn’t tell anyone about what happened. The scratches ended up infected which found him in the care of the tribe's healer, Leyna. She tended him and understanding his predicament and feeling that he’d already learned his lesson, she kept his secret. She also began keeping an eye on the lad, trying to steer him towards being productive in the tribe and filling in gaps in his education.