Vilu

Rasvier (Biological Father, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Vilu was a white-furred male wolf with facial scars and goldenrod yellow eyes. He was born outside of the Domain, but when he arrived, he remained as a loner, remaining on his own even as the threat of the Hive Wars loomed. Eventually he joined Robin and a few other wolves for safety in numbers. He was created and RP'd by ThorinFrostclaw.

## Personality

* ***Brave.*** If needed, Vilu will overcome all his fears to show strength. Though, there is not much scaring the young male in general, not even bears which he loathes. He would still, carefully, rush to attack them if they meant harm.
* ***Loyal*.** If someone has earned his trust and Vilu begins to like them, he will become fiercely loyal. Whether it be just a single wolf or a pack - caring, defending and helping are his main focus.
* ***Independent*.** With his pack being destroyed and scattered, Vilu had to learn to be independent - turns out the young male is quite good at it! He has no trouble hunting, finding secure places to camp and simply living alone.
* ***Careful*.** As brave as he is, he is not stupid. Rushing into trouble only works if you are able to come out of it alive, which is why Vilu assesses the danger of a situation before taking any steps to get involved.
* ***Faithful*.** After the slaughter of his pack, Vilu decided that it could not have been something “normal”. Something must have directed the bears, something must have brought Eisbrun bad luck. Some entity perhaps. Despite his upbringing without any kind of faith, Vilu looks up to some kind of powerful being, though he does not know what it is yet.
* ***Withdrawn*.** Only if he truly trusts someone, Vilu will open up. Before that happens, he will only watch from afar - watching and judging.
* ***Judgmental*.** Vilu believes in a certain type of wolf - loyal, hard working and brave. If something does not fit this description, the white wolf will judge one for it.
* ***Hard Working.*** Taking his tasks very seriously, Vilu sees it as his responsibility to make sure that the job is done properly. He not only expects the best of him, but also of others.
* ***Arrogant*.** He is the best at his task and skills and everybody should know this. Vilu survived the attack of the bears and was able to settle into loner life without an issue - to him, it means that he is destined for something great and everybody should know how good he is at everything.
* ***Choleric*.** Vilu can enter phases of rage without being triggered much - a wrongly spoken word might already set the young male off.
* ***Bitter*.** Why care for something if there’s the risk of it getting ruined? Since he lost his home, family and friends, Vilu can not bring himself to care for anything that would mean stability, resulting in a bitter mood most of the time.
* ***Controlling*.** He needs to have total control of everything - perhaps if his old pack had been in better control, they would not have been wiped out.

## Pre-Group History

Vilu was born in a northern pack called Eisbrun as an only pup to his biological mother Janis. Together with her partner and Vilus adoptive mother Silruh, the white pup was raised lovingly - and in a strict way.

The pair feared for their only pups safety, which meant a lot of rules for the young male and while he was allowed to play with others, one of his mothers always kept an eye on him.

This constant surveillance did not bother the pup at this time, no, it only made him become a strict follower of rules.

His mothers were both Jagrigs of the pack, hunters, so due to packlaw he was destined to follow the same path.

Once he became a juvenile and was allowed to officially begin his training, Vilu found his calling - it was essential to follow all the rules, otherwise the prey would disappear, but at the same time he was given the freedom to do something without his mothers holding him back. This newfound freedom made him realize how much he had missed out during his puphood, which then resulted in the young male spending a lot of time away from the densite practicing his hunting skills.

As a result of this, Vilu quickly became very skilled and successful, bringing back prey when even his mentors or mothers failed. This skillset brought him a lot of admirers in the younger wolves, which he easily accepted as his group of trustworthy friends.

***“If he likes trash that much, we can give him some more!”***

The older Vilu got, the more he began to notice packmates slacking off or not following the rules the way he did. He told a lot of them off, forcing them to change their habits for the good of the pack - much to the pride of his mothers. To them, Vilu had grown into a reliable, loyal and hardworking young male, always doing the best for Eisbrun.

His younger peers followed him around everywhere in camp, however, they were not as strict as he was and not wanting to lose their admiration, Vilu allowed himself some slack when it came to enforcing his own rules.

One male, just a little bit older than himself, slowly became a thorn in the young males eyes.

He was not slacking off, no, the young Arb was still doing his job of collecting materials and building structures for the densite, but he wasted a lot of time with a strange and weird hobby - collecting trash in his den.

At first Vilu and his group just barked laughing comments at Talni, the weird one, which the white youngster hoped would influence him enough to stop this nonsense and use his time for the *pack*.

But Talni continued hoarding branches, bones, stones and rotten foliage- useless trash.

The small group started playing tricks on the Arb, leaving clutter in front of the den, rearranging it, or even creating their own little barricade out of sticks so that the older one could no longer enter his own sleeping place.

Over time, it became a fun pastime for Vilu and his peers to annoy Talni -  and it no longer mattered if he would ever alter his behaviour.

He was weird, unwilling to change, so he was fair game to the young ones.

***“Don’t you see how he puts us all at risk with his idiotic trash collection?!”***

On an early winter day, Vilu and his group snuck into the Arbs den after he had left - nothing had changed for better, no, the trash pile had even grown! Finally enraged at the older one's carelessness, Vilu began to break the pieces apart, planning to remove all the rubbish from the den. Perhaps then, with everything broken and gone, the foolish older male would realize that he could use his spare time for something better.

The younger wolves joined in the rampage with great enthusiasm, breaking the old sticks, ripping apart the moldy foliage and cracking the useless bones and skulls.

Soon, the inside of the den was no more.

As if something had told the older male what was going on in his den, he appeared while the youngsters had started to drag the trash out - pleading with them to stop. Vilu could not believe his ears, how ridiculous, how pathetic! Talni was begging them to stop *“ruining his collection”*. He laughed at the Arb, echoed by his friends, until he found himself down on the ground.

Claws had slashed his face, ripping through his right cheek fur and leaving painful deep bloody marks, Vilu was shocked. The older one had attacked and *wounded* the young Jagrig.

Screeching, Talni continued snapping at Vilu and his friends, who had already begun to hare out of the den once the Arb had started to become enraged.

Screaming in panic and pain, the white youngster chased after his friends straight towards his mothers.

On the next morning, the pack's alpha forced Talni to remove his trash and to never start a new “*collection*”.

Vilu was satisfied with this, as his only goal had been to make the other male spend his energy on the pack and not useless trash piling. And while he missed their game of messing up the den, the white youngster began to use this new free time to focus even more on his training.

As winter deepened and started to become even colder, so much more than his mothers had ever seen it, Vilu’s excellent hunting skills combined with his pure-white pelt became an asset to Eisbrun. He brought back prey when others failed and was praised by the whole pack for his devotion.

While Vilu was doing well and felt content with his place in the pack, another male wasn’t and before the weather worsened even more, Talni had left Eisbrun for good.

At first the Jagrig was disappointed, but soon decided it was for the better. If the young Arb couldn’t live without his precious trash, they would be better off without him.

Good riddance.

***“I can’t follow you...I want to find my own path.”***

Like the rest of his pack, Vilu was relieved when the harsh cold finally started to disappear.

It had not been a normal winter, the elders had muttered before many of them froze to death, unable to keep up their frail bodies safe from the deadly cold. Something had not been right, their lands were always snow covered and cold, but it had never been *this* cold. Some packmates feared that they had somehow angered something - but it surely wasn’t possible? There was nothing, no higher power watching over them, right? Vilu wasn't too sure anymore, but still, this winter had been abnormal.

Once it finally stopped snowing without a break and the air became less harsh and painful, the whole pack's mood brightened. For sure, the worst was behind them now!

Until one morning when Vilu was woken by sounds of breaking foliage and packmates screaming in anger and pain. Confused and alert he rushed out of his den just to find himself in the middle of a bloodbath - bears, a whole group of them, had come to attack the wolf pack.

The Arbs defenses had not been able to hold off the bears anymore, or perhaps it had just been the growing resentment between the two groups, paired with the harsh winter that had finally driven the giant beasts to fight back. Whatever had caused the bears to become enraged enough to attack the wolf pack in a group, Vilu was unable to save his home. One by one, his packmates fell, slain by giant bear claws or ripped apart by their fangs.

He watched his alpha die in front of him, trying in vain to save his dying wolves, saw the elders who had survived the winter lose to other beasts, as well as his younger peers who, in foolish bravery, tried to fight the beasts.

And as a bear turned towards him - Vilu ran.

When night fell, not much was left of Eisbrun.

Vigilantly with his white ears pricked, he had returned to the densite, to see if there were any survivors needing help, but Vilu could only find dead packmates.

Not wanting to leave them to rot, the young male began digging graves as it was tradition to give their deceased to the earth. It was the last he could do for his former packmates. To his surprise, others returned as well, with the same drive as him, to check if there was anything they could do to help - but the number of dead ones exceeded the survivors.

Silruh arrived shortly before sunrise, but there was no sight of Janis. As relieved as he felt about having one of his mothers back, Vilu feared deeply for the safety of his other one.

Desperately, he turned with his silent cries for help to *something*.

Perhaps there was *something* watching them, perhaps the harsh winter had been a warning, perhaps they should have *listened*.

*Perhaps...*

Once all packmates had been safely buried and mourned - as possible as it even was after this traumatic experience - the small group of Eisbrun wolves set off to find their missing packmates. The silence of the forest unnerved Vilu, it felt as if nothing had happened, as if life was going on as normal, but he knew that nothing would ever be the same anymore. A few days after the attack, the small group found more survivors in a makeshift densite at the edge of their territory - including his mother Janis.

Spring slowly turned into summer, not fully melting the snow of his former home, but thinning it out, making life relatively comfortable. However, the survivors could not bring themselves to stay in their territory or even just close to it. Too much had happened, too many friends and family had been lost - this was not their home anymore, Eisbrun as a pack no longer existed. After every wolf had fully healed, they decided to travel west, to see what lay behind the towering mountains that bordered their former territory.

Perhaps they would at least find peace in a different place.

Vilu did not feel like he belonged to them anymore, even though his mothers had both survived the attack, the young male wanted to *forget*. As much as they did not want to let their only offspring go and stubbornly argued with him, in the end they sorrowfully accepted his decision.

With one last sad glance at his mothers, Vilu set off towards the south.

## Trivia

* Vilu highly values prey and treats it, living and dead, with as much respect as possible. Even though he needs to kill a critter to survive, he thanks the animal for its "sacrifice" and will give badly treatened prey, like mangled abandoned corpses, burials.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* ThorinFrostclaw's deviantART Gallery