Hanz

## Application Sheet

Hanz was a large, near-black male wolf with bright orange eyes. He lived for a time in Vektren before leaving the Domain. He was created and RP'd by VilkasVale.

## Personality

* ***Unpredictable.*** A creature of unpredictable nature, Hanz quite likes working along and with the peace he finds in solitude… until he finds the likes of Vektren. Hanz is hard to follow and makes a game of mentally twisting wolves up and leaving them a mess of fear and uncertainty. He finds humor in weak minds and those who scare easily; they make for the most delicious of prey. They remind him (fondly or not so much) of his own brother…
* ***Manipulative and Cunning, but Capable of Chivalry.*** Hanz is generally cunning and silver tongued. He loves mind games and manipulation, especially if there is a goal in mind. He isn't always this way, however. He can be very courteous and uses his knowledge and tongue for tasteful chivalry and can be quite the gentleman at times. If he trusts the individual he faces can put their common sense and brains to use, then he is generally docile and less snakey.

## Pre-Group History

Hanz had never known his mother.

She'd supposedly been killed during a hunting accident; presumably gored. He was too young an age to mourn. It hadn't mattered, anyways. A band between a brother, him being the elder, and their father to guide them, Hanz set out on his life. It would prove to be long, despite the odds. Life had again and against struck Hanz down.

And again and again, life would find Hanz rising back up.

The time spent between the three had been short. He learned all that he must from his father, and dealt with his younger brother simply existing beside him.

His brother had been born a sick wolf. Hanz couldn't stomach such a sight- he stunk of old blood and even at a ripe age, watching the wolf move made Hanz sick. Yet, father had allowed his existence. He'd have to play along, and thus forced Hanz to grow faster yet. Season shifts proved to be harsh on the younger wolf, yet Hanz was expected to hunt for his brother and care for him, perhaps the way a mother should.

There came a *new* face. Hanz would never forget her… he'd never lose memory of her face.

She was smaller than the two, and she'd grown a liking for his young brother. Hanz could only avoid the two, with disdain filling his heart and throat. There were more important matters to tend to. Their father, cursed with bad blood and an unhealthy body, had grown a steady decline. He'd mostly stay by his side and hunt for the older wolf, dismissing the playful nature of this new wolf and her friend. His *disgraceful* brother…

The minx never left. In fact, their tie had grown *stronger*, despite Hanz's growing hatred and tasking responsibility for caring for his father. He had taken it upon himself to bring the she wolf a hunt for their pack. Hanz knew it to be a desperate cry for help, as the exchange called for medical aid. Through gritted teeth and devotion for his father, Hanz would take his place… and bring the wretched girl her meal.

Apparently, she hadn't been a fool. Well aware of his hate for her and his brother's blossoming friendship, hell had been set out and planned for Hanz. He'd found a herd of deer, and ears pinned, body clinging to the earth below, set eyes upon a sickly being of the bunch…

Hanz would never know there to be *two sides* of this story.

The seasons began to shift… and the pair of growing brothers had lost their father that year, their second snow. Hanz could only watch in silent terror as snow piled atop his form, blaring out any other sound… it grew deafeningly silent.

Hanz turned towards his brother, sick and irritable. With the come of winter, food had been scarce… and with their father's declining health, it had been up to him to hold the wolves together, alive.

He had *failed*, and as punishment, chained with his brother. Something dark and something *full* had twisted within the young wolf, and he turned and snapped to the younger.

Time passed, as Hanz had been so familiar with. He grew, perhaps larger than most… but his size came with its vantage, as well as its cons. Hunting considerably easier, though his great size proved for health problems he'd soon repent for down the line with age. Fortunately, with keeping activity low and neutral, he'd managed to avoid them at an early age. Hanz would not survive, but *thrive* in his state.

Hanz would travel these barren lands, and with journey came knowledge. He learned of the terrains he scoured, held enough respect for the living things around him. After all, hadn't they fought as long and as hard as he for survival?

With time and years to pass, Hanz entered what he'd learn to be of the domain… and curiosity culminated within the wolf. He set out, sneaking around this land… careful of the thick scent of wolf he'd caught.

It was a particularly unforgiving night, as Hanz trudged through thick wood onwards. The land had been forming into something most unstable and foul… he'd taken careful measure and precaution of where to step. Mud thickened and rose up his legs.

Yet, through the muck and the torment nature hurled onto Hanz, rain dully slicing through his pelt and filling his nose… something *else* caught his attention. There had been the scent of another. A *wolf.*

Hanz was miserable. Aged to withhold complaint and using his physical size as a mental threshold, there were few things that could ignite strong reaction within him… but tonight, his misery sat on top its peak. He gave *chase*.

Gratefulness struck him briefly, as he began to take full speed and charge the stranger. Had he strained himself sooner and chosen to wear down on his frame… Hanz had not known if he'd survive such strain, especially on this evening.

He succeeded in catching the wolf, as they appeared helpless to the clogging of rain and mud. They skidded about pathetically, yelps and cries prominent that they had known Hanz not to be good company. A flash of fangs, the strike into flesh and fur met. Hanz now held the corpse between his jaws after a clumsy struggle on the stranger's behalf. He'd reign king, at least to himself, after such a struggle. After all this time… he'd earn *something*. Life would play his way, whether it liked to or not.

A hazy dawn greeted sleepless Hanz, who'd made his way through the night. Now entering what felt as though…

This was a swamp; miserable territory to those inexperienced. Hanz himself had only briefly been through one- and a small marsh, at that- but the dangers that could be lurking and pulsing within were very real and very, very deadly. He tugged the carcass along.

And then, he'd met her .

He'd play along, he decided. He'd humor this pack, who'd so far shown so much potential, and pledge his loyalty and obedience to their Gods.

*Mother* *had been found.*

## Group History

Hanz arrived in the Domain shortly after a new leader took charge of the pack. This new leader, Nimh, brought him to the heart of the territory, willing to give the strong-looking male a chance to prove himself to the gods. Nimh escorted him to the Nest, where her mate, Vieste, showed him where to make a den, and told him a bit about the pack.

Hanz was eager to start the Trials to prove himself a full Vektreni. A Scythe, Fornax, escorted him to the heart of the territory to initiate the Trial of Shadows. He completed his Trials with ease, and Hanz was welcomed into the pack as a full member - a *Viper*.

Vieste was quick to enlist his help watching the Horde - thirteen pups born within a few days of one another, including hers and the Mistress's. The pups were quite interested in him, because he was so *massive*! Caramel was particularly interested, because he had gigantism, just like the older male.

He discussed his craft of being a Viper with Saint - he was intrigued to learn that some of the young Horde were interested in their task. Saint had lamented the small number of Scythes in Vektren, and the two realized they had a lot in common, becoming fast friends. He wasn't as quick to win the friendship of Andromeda, who seemed rather annoyed by Hanz.

Hanz *did* inspire a wolf he met to put her paws on the same path: a she-wolf named Meria. Hanz met Ria in a thunderstorm, when they shared a den. He spoke at length about his philosophies on Vektren, and made small talk with the smaller wolf. Another wolf he got along well with was Makenna; the pair spent a late autumn observing an owl, realizing their admiration of the nocturnal bird was shared by the other.

The longer he spent in Vektren, the more curious he grew of its customs. He was particularly interested in the Pits, and the wolf who had been designated to remain in its darkness...Demogorgon. What was this specimen within the Pit? Curious, very curious.

The winter was the harshest the Domain had ever seen. Hanz used whatever hunting skill he could to help feed his packmates, and managed to find prey like rabbits to offer Vektren. He crossed paths with Amaris, who recognized him as a former *pup-sitter*, but she explained that she could help him with a hunt, if she'd let him. Hanz agreed, and the pair set off, Amaris holding her own against Hanz's remarks and earning, perhaps, a bit of his respect?

Spring came, and Hanz sensed something...off. He vanished in the midst of the thaw, his fate unknown by his packmates. What had become of the enormous black-furred male has been theorized, but nobody had any proof of what happened. He simply...vanished. He hasn't been seen in the Domain since.

## Trivia

* Hanz had gigantism, and an eye mutation.
* Hanz has a keen liking for striking fear into other wolves, as he has on his own for so long. Mind games are his specialty, and he not only regularly participates but indulges in them.
* He's very drawn to females and usually, isn't without a charming remark and a sophisticated smile sent their way.
* He strongly dislikes stupidity and weakness. He also hates when his own plans are foiled, but the wolf has learned with age to reroute his plans and begins to recraft what he wishes to be true.

## Quotes

* "Mistress Nimh was the first to welcome me in, and I do hope to further my stay in Vektren. I doubt I shall ever forget your kindness for showing me around, either. Vieste, was it? A name I shall remember for truth, and hold to memory closer than flames to the sun. Thank you." (to Vieste, *The Crimson Tour* *Guide*)
* "I find alot of Vektren's aspects to be interesting. How wolves draw to the shadows, and seem to guard secrets within the cloaked walls...you see, I've always been alone, and in all my time of wandering and fending for myself, I hadn't found any need for staying so alert such as these wolves. Especially when they must rely on one another as an ignited brotherhood of banded blood. But that's just what *I* see, what *I* find interesting. A musing of many… and I intend to emerge myself and see what Vektren has to offer for myself. After all…we are all united and knitted together by force of our Mother and Father, are we not?" (to Meria, *Raindrops and Smalltalk*)

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