Macgyver

Mattoe and Elias (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Macgyver was a shaggy, dark gray wolf with short ears and amber eyes. He was a loner in the Domain, traveling with his familiar, a Northern Harrier named Ghostface. His story is ongoing. Macgyver was created and RP'd by Celtic-Barbarian.

## Personality

* ***Calculating***. His actions are thought out, ahead of time. He isn’t one to stupidly head into the lion's den without a plan, it could have been decided hours, days or months even in advance.
* ***Charming***. Despite his rather odd appearance, the battle worn wolf is a rather pleasant wolf to be around. His charms are known outside of the domain, as well as within, and he is easily able to get away with being caught out- if it so happens, with the twitch of his whiskers.
* ***Witty***. He finds humor a fun game, after all who doesn’t? He is a rather dad-like joker, for someone without known offspring. He’s easy to joke with, if the time is right.
* ***Experienced***. Macgyver has seen many years in his adult years, from being a tiny speck of a pup to being a full blown warrior himself, he has experience in the field of fighting. His teeth and sturdy legs are his weapons, and he knows well how to instruct them in a fight.
* ***Diligent***. Being mercenary is hard work, and it means you can’t double back on the same plan once. He has learned from experience, it’s important to keep your eyes sharp and ears focused- even if he is lacking in the ears department. His duties are important to him, and he makes sure he does the best work he can in the sake of Stormgard.
* ***Cold***. Despite his humor, he has a cold snap to his bite. His words are often blunt, cruel at times even if he doesn’t mean them to be. He is a duty driven wolf, emotion can wait.
* ***Brutal***. Like his words, it is not wise to cross Macgyver when he already has reason to distrust someone. If he has to, he will injure someone to prove a point. Cross him, or Stormgard, and you have an enemy… that’s certain.
* ***Stoic***. Emotion is not something Macgyver feels comfortable about, so he does not share his own. Even to those closest to him. It would take someone special to crack the mask that Macgyver carries close. Duty is everything to him, and emotions get in the way of that.
* ***Sly and Cunning.*** His words are used wisely, and he knows how to butter another up to get information he seeks. After all, being a mercenary is more than just fighting. But it means that some wolves do not trust Macgyver, as it's never clear whether he is being genuine or fake for the sake of information.

## Pre-Group History

Born far beyond the Domain, in a land of long winters of ice and snow, where wolves battled for land and glory, is where Macgyver calls home. His parents, Maja, his caring yet headstrong mother and his father, Erik who at the time was the second hand to Stormgard’s leaders. Macgyver was born eldest, with two younger brothers, Elias and Mattoe.

The clan, known as Stormguard, is a fierce pack of experienced and trained warriors. Even their healers were strong warriors.

Being the eldest, his parents dreamt of him being a warrior from the moment he charged at his own brothers. It was clear, as he grew older that he was already going in the path of a warrior for Stormguard. The relatively small family were close, and their connection was strong.

His first real battle was when a nearby pack raided their lands, an assault on the pack that would not be forgotten easily, the wounds caused by this attack would scar the pack to present days. Especially Macgyver.

The young Corsair had only recently joined the rank of being a scout, a fierce warrior for Stormgard when their once allies attacked. The battle ground was already soaked in blood, both of his kin, but of the enemy. The sky was alive, raging and fighting alongside them, and Macgyver imagined that their gods, especially Nemaeyn, the violent and ruthless goddess, were with them in the heat of battle. The young wolf struck down an enemy wolf, and went for another foe, when he saw the staggering form of his brother Elias, the young male could barely stand. His chest was practically torn open, and he was saying something. Macgyver ran to his brother's side, allowing him to lean on him, frantically looking for a place of safety for his injured kin.

But his brother shook his head. **’’Do not take the glory of death from me Macgyver… aid our parents.. M...Mattoe is behind this assault.’’** Macgyver could barely register his brother's words, before Elias sank down to the earth. His blood staining the grass, as his soul parted, leaving for the glory that waited for him in death. Macgyver knew that their more neutral god, Cyaroeth would be waiting for the young male.

With a heavy heart, Macgyver left his brother’s body on the battlefield, swearing he would return for him. His thoughts were focused on his words.. *M...Mattoe is behind this assault.* His snout twisted, risen as he bared his teeth in disgust. His brother Mattoe had always been a coward, he ran from battle, shaming their family. He hid away, going off days at a time to speak to their gods.. But it was more clear that he was speaking to the enemy.

His gaze locked on Mattoe, who stood at the shoreline, not fighting, just watching as his kin died and fought. Macgyver snarled, as he headed towards his brother, gaze unbreaking. **’’Brother! You shame us, you shame Stormgard, but most of all you shame your own path!’’** Words echoed, as the pair locked eyes. This was no longer his brother, this wolf was an enemy, he betrayed his pack. He betrayed his faith in joining the world of glory that waited for them.

He betrayed them all.

The two brothers were locked in battle, fangs ripping and tearing into one another, the panic in Mattoe was clear. He was not a fighter, he was an educator in myths and history, and he unlike others of his rank had skipped out on every training offered to him. **’’Spineless boar!’’** Macgyver snarled, as he pinned his brother, blood soaking his mouth as his wounded brother was held beneath him against the sandy shore.

But as Macgyver had his brother pinned, he saw his father fighting the spineless leader of the foe. The two were locked in a deadly battle, blood clung to their pelts, his mother’s body lay ahead, motionless. His heart felt like it had stopped. **’’..No.’’**

Mattoe took that moment to kick his brother in the face, momentarily stunning him, as he slipped away. **’You weasel, you-**

His fathers cry was heard, something he had heard only once in his life many moons ago. His father had been thrown, pinned to the sand, as his blood stained it red. Before Erik joined Maja in stillness.

**’’Get up.. Mother.. Father.’’** His whines even shocked him.

The leader of the other pack snickered, looking at Macgyver. **’’Your leaders and parents.. They are no more. Leave this land or join my pack, those who still want to live.’’** He snarled, his smirk cutting into the young Corsair. Macgyver almost considered it, but he had nothing left. Other than to protect his packs honour. **’’For Stormgard!’’** Macgyver snarled, as he headed towards the older male. Who stood, unflinching as the youth leaped at him. But his body was knocked down, by the guards of his leader, who were hidden by his blind rage. His head smacked the sandy ground, vision spinning, as his gaze fell on his parents unmoving bodies. Before he was knocked out by one of the wolves.

Macgyver was held captive, tortured by the enemy, before finally being freed by his brethren. The remaining Stormgard wolves banded together, moving away, finding new land. But not before Macgyver killed Mattoe. The two fought as a wildfire broke out in Stormgards old territory, where Mattoe, now somewhat able to fight, knocked his brother over, pinning Macgyver's face into the burning wood of a nearby tree. His face is permanently a reminder of Mattoe’s betrayal, and his death.

Macgyver pushed his dead brother’s body into the flames, watching as the embers claimed his body back for the earth. Years passed, and Stormgard was healing. Though the scars of the past still clung, and Macgyver given word, was given the roll of mercenary. Allowing him to seek information outside of Stormgard’s lands, seeking the enemies and deserters of Stormgard.

His paws have led him to the Domain, where he wonders what he will find.

## Trivia

* His ears are short and scarred because of frostbite making them crumble away.

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