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Wayland #2727
5
Level
645
EXP (Tracker) ⇨
Silver
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
2.5%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
Achievements
Halkeama's Demise
Titles
Elder
Character Details
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Height: 202cm
Weight: 876lbs
Build: Brute
Coat: Short
Genotype: ss/cr/Br/bk/Ash/Hl/Sd/Pn/Mk/Bc/Bl
Phenotype: Ashen Brown with Highlight, Shadow, Pinto, Mask, Bicolored, Blessed
Horns: None
Physical Mutations: Claws, Fangs
Mutations: None
Slots: 17 Used / 20 Available
Design Credits
Rivers-of-red, Personality MrsEvelyn
Personality
One look at the hulking mass of Felvarg is enough to frighten even the bravest of Felvargs. The large, short coated brute is equipped with elongated fangs and claws, looking like he could slice anyone down to size with ease. It sometimes appears like he can hardly close his mouth with the long teeth that lurk there, ready and able to bite through anything in his path. It’s hard to look passed his sheer size and brutish nature, most not even giving him the time of day. It’s a shame as well, given that the truth of the matter is that Wayland is the biggest softy around, nothing like how he may look. The male loves any and all, unlike those that judge him he’s not one to look at someone and make snap choices on if they are good or bad. He even has a hard time hunting for himself, seeing all life as valuable and precious. Knowing that he needs to eat to live, he does it of course, but only when it’s needed. Way is very much a teddy bear hidden within the body of a monster. All Wayland is searching for in life is someone to not take him at face value. He wants companionship above all us, just wishing that someone would take the time to see passed the fangs and claws, see who he really and truly is. It doesn’t seem like a lot to ask, but for the judgemental Felvargs surrounding him, it apparently is. Loneliness seems to be his only partner that follows him wherever he tries to hide, being only thing that does so, and is the one thing that he is doing his best to get rid of. He longs for the day when another will sit at his side and they can chat until the sun disappears, just wishing to share his gentle nature and time with someone else. He’s not just muscle and bulk, but a loyal, respectful friend that would be there through thick and thin. He is a gentle giant with stories to share and love to give, if only someone would receive it. When it boils down to it, Wayland knows that he can be a little clingy and loud, not having the practice of speaking with many others of his kind. He’s grown rusty in the art of conversation, given that he doesn’t get to hold many of them. Once he does get someone who actually speaks to him, he can grow over excited and over boisterous, forgetting to try to keep a somewhat normal appearance - as much as he can. Way just gets a touch excited at the fact, often fearing losing them in the back of his mind. It’s like a little voice telling him that all good things will come to an end, that everything will go back to the way it once was. That makes him attach to them like glue, often pestering them until they leave him once again, only his loneliness remaining. They don’t seem to realize that they would have a good friend in Wayland, what they are throwing away. Sometimes Way has a hard time looking at his own reflection, cursing the things that he was born with to make him look this way. They seem to be the biggest factor, the largest thing holding him back from truly gaining what he has always wanted; companionship. Desperate times call for desperate measures, kicking the brute into exploring as much of the island as he can in search for friends.
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