Vidar

Alvah (Sister, NPC)

Nikolai (Brother, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Vidar was a white-and-brown-furred male wolf with terracotta orange eyes, one of which is blind and the other developing cataracts. After a long, sometimes tragic, life outside of the Domain, he joined the pack of Damasca as an aged adult. When the pack left the Domain, Vidar moved to Xassa, where he took the task of Marduk and acquired a familiar - a mouse nicknamed Sig. He died fighting in the Hive Wars. Vidar was created and RP'd by IraWolfeh.

## Personality

* ***Vindictive, Aggressive, Malevolent, Particular, Blunt, Narcissistic, Dutiful, Adaptive, Confident, Regretful, Persistent, and Altruistic*.** A grouchy old man bent on pushing everyone away. He's suffered a lot of losses in his life and his MO is making sure he no longer has any attachments to lose. Even if someone manages to make him feel even a little something close to friendship, he will push those feelings deep down inside of himself and you'd never even suspect a thing. He has little tolerance for anything or anyone and his short temper is enough to drive even the most patient souls away. His violent side shows even in his old age and his packmates can catch small glimpses of it if they pay attention. He's immoral though he believes that he is leagues above everyone else. He'll call anyone out on their misdoings but refuses to accept his own flaws.

## Pre-Group History

Cousins, Atlas and Penelope, had lived in the pack of Kiowa, a pack notorious for its incestuous members, for almost their entire lives. Their parents, loners who’d come from lands far from Kiowa’s territory, had come to the pack in search of a better life. Atlas, slightly older than his cousin, had been born during his parent’s journey to Kiowa, while Penelope had been born in Kiowa. The two got along well and as they aged, they spent much more of their free time together. Their relationship, like most relationships, was imperfect as they often fought about trivial things. Later on, they became mates and were soon expecting their first litter. Sometime in the spring, Penelope bore a healthy litter of three: Nikolai, Alvah, and Vidar.

Even from a young age, it was evident that Vidar was going to be a rather large wolf, and after having heard many comments about it from both his parents and other members of Kiowa, Vidar became extremely big-headed. In his mind, he was all powerful. He and his siblings played games of their own invention, these games often involving either Nikolai or Vidar being something viewed to be of great strength. Atlas found humor in the games of his children and would join in their play whenever he had the time. Penelope, however, did not. She had had a different idea of what being a mother would be like in her head, and the reality wasn’t living up to her fantastical expectations.

As soon as Vidar and his siblings came to be 6 months old, Penelope had nothing more to do with them. Atlas, it seemed, had no intention of changing his mate’s mind about their children and grew distant along with Penelope. Vidar and Nikolai handled their “abandonment” well, but Alvah reacted differently. Alvah, the youngest of the litter, was far more sensitive than her elder brothers and took her parents’ distance personally. On a particularly emotional day for Alvah, Vidar found her alone at the edge of the pack’s territory and sat beside her. He wasn’t one for being a shoulder to cry on, and he couldn’t think of anything comforting to say. All he could think of to say, were the facts of the situation. Their parents may have gone their separate ways, but Nikolai, Vidar, and Alvah all remained together. After Vidar managed to comfort his sister as much as he possibly could, Alvah thanked him and never mentioned their parents again.

**6 months - 4 years |** Kiowa required its members to complete a “rite of passage,” at the age of one and training began swiftly for the siblings around the time they were 6 months old. This rite of passage was prepared for through the practice of hunting techniques. Vidar, Alvah, and Nikolai hunted together along with their mentors who often stayed back to allow the siblings to do most of the work. Hunting was something Vidar enjoyed, and the best part of it for him was the kill itself. Each hunting trip made him more obsessed with violence and by the time he had reached a year of age he knew what his calling was even before he had received it as his task: Brave. He was the brutish type required for the task, and he took this as a sign that he was a sort of "elite" wolf and believed that he was, therefore, better than wolves not belonging to his task. He was a protector, a guardian, and protecting his packmates was certainly important. Both Nikolai and Vidar had become braves; a task which required them to keep the pack safe. Alvah, far smaller and more nimble than her brothers, had been chosen to become a hunter. Despite the fact that Alvah had a different task than her brothers, they still all remained in contact with one another.

By the time they were young adults, the siblings had begun to spend much more of their time apart. Nikolai had since been promoted to Guard, a gamma task, leaving Vidar without another Brave that he actually liked. Soon, only Vidar and Alvah continued to spend their free time together. There was something about Alvah that was intriguing to Vidar, something that made her extremely special to him. She was everything to him, and whenever he was alone, he found himself wishing for her company. There was nobody who could possibly have been more unaware of their emotions than Vidar, but even he came to realize what he was feeling. He loved her. Sometime during their fourth spring, Vidar made Alvah promise to meet him at the edge of the territory, the same place he had comforted her sometime after their “abandonment.” In Kiowa, ram horns were considered an extremely valuable and prestigious gift and were even used by some wolves as a proposal for becoming mates. Vidar, having gone through his decision over and over in his mind, had managed to bring down a decent-sized ram and had, after much effort, pried the horns from the animal. With the horns clamped tightly in his jaw, Vidar had traveled to the edge of Kiowa’s territory, nervously awaiting Alvah’s arrival. Alvah came within the hour, and she stopped abruptly when she saw what he held in his jaws for she knew what he wanted: he was proposing. They stood motionless, neither uttering a word yet both understanding each other perfectly. After having been 100% positive that she was correct about Vidar’s intentions, Alvah rushed to embrace him. Her answer was obvious: yes.

Soon after Vidar’s proposal, his parents left Kiowa without a word. Alvah was the first to notice as she had never really stopped caring for them and had kept a close eye on them when she could. She had gathered both Vidar and Nikolai and told them the news of their parents’ disappearance. Nikolai was somewhat interested, while Vidar simply couldn’t care less. They had hardly done anything for him, why should he care? He voiced his opinion: his parents hardly cared for him, so he didn’t care about them. His comments were met with silence as well as a furious glare from Alvah. Relating a bit to Vidar’s feelings on the matter, Nikolai said nothing more and excused himself. With nobody within earshot, Alvah began reprimanding Vidar, disgusted by his opinions and his belief that they were sound in their assumptions. “Do you have no heart or is all that fills your chest a gaping hole?! How could I have been deceived into loving such a heartless monster?!” Vidar was left stunned, unable to utter a word. With that, his semi-official romantic relationship with Alvah was over and Vidar was left truly alone.

Around two years later, both Nikolai and Alvah had already had families while Vidar remained without. There was never a moment where Vidar didn’t think about what he had missed, but he made sure that nobody, especially not Alvah, could tell that he had regrets. She had moved on, but he had not. Vidar’s Brave skills weren't put to the test until a dispute with a rival pack put the pack in a dangerous situation. Fighting the other pack wasn't wise, and so the Kiowans were forced to find a new home, and during all of this, leadership was transferred to a male by the name of Ifrit. Vidar wasn't very fond of a change in leadership during such hard times, but he was willing to trust that Ifrit would get them through. The journey was long and difficult causing many of the pack to either leave or die. Many hardships were faced, and Vidar quickly began to feel hopeless. Alvah, starving beyond belief, had eaten berries on the trip and as a result, had had hallucinations that caused her to try and eat her daughter, Sophie. In order to protect the pack, Ifrit had killed Alvah. Alvah’s death was greatly disturbing and heartbreaking to Vidar. They had drifted apart after their argument, and the thought of never seeing her was hard for him to handle. He was beyond furious with Ifrit, for he believed that the pack could have helped Alvah instead of killing her. At times, Vidar badly wanted to confront Ifrit, but Nikolai convinced him not to. Vidar had always been trusting of his brother, but after Alvah’s death, Vidar began to confide in his elder brother about many personal things including his feelings about their sister.

Even later in the journey, wolves still continued to die. Nikolai had been giving his rations to Renia, his daughter, and soon his choices caught up to him: he collapsed and was presumed dead. The loss of his brother made Vidar even more distant from everyone and soon he became bitter. His brother was dead, and the pack that had forced them to leave was to blame.

Months later, the dilapidated pack arrived at what would become their new home. Vidar was broken beyond repair: he had lost so much. His grief had faded slightly with time, but there was no mistaking that he’d never be the same.

**4 years - 5 years |** The pack’s brief stability quickly took a turn for the worse as Ifrit, the pack’s alpha, fell in love with Savanni, the alphess of a pack known as Tauriguard. The pair negotiated an alliance between their pack’s and this pact was sealed once the two were expecting their first litter. This alliance received much scrutiny from members of each pack, and none were more furious about this alliance than Vidar. Kiowa had already experienced far too much hardship and this new alliance would only weaken the pack further; there was only so much the pack could take. Soon after Ifrit made an announcement regarding the alliance, Vidar bombarded him with questions and reprimanded the alpha on his extremely poor choice. Vidar suggested that the pack seek out new blood for the pack and Ifrit accepted his suggestion.

A week or so passed and Vidar received news that would change him even further: his niece had died. He no longer had any family and his feeling of loneliness ate at him. He found that he no longer had anything tying him to his pack, and that he no longer had any reason to stay. In the night, he left the pack and traveled to the edge of the territory, where he knew his rats had been living for as long as he had been watching over them. Once there, he tried grabbing them in order to bring them wherever he was to go, but the rats did not know this and simply evaded capture. Vidar impatiently began to grab them far more roughly and in his anger, crushed the life out of one of the younger ones. Finally, he had managed to snag Loki, his favorite of the mischief, and began his trek out of Kiowa, during which he met Nahimana who soon became his alpha.

**5 years - 6 years |** It was there that he lived lived for a while, doing as he was told by the alphess as well as his superiors. He was assigned to be the mentor to his alphess’ son, Taran, and Vidar did his best to teach the male what he knew. When he was not occupied with his duties he often made trips to the edge of the territory to keep an eye on his rodent companion, Loki. Almost a year passed before anything of great importance transpired: the alphess went missing. Vidar saw this as a good thing for the pack. As much as he hated to admit it, he was following a female that was weak both physically and mentally. The pack, in his mind, was better off without her. Vidar even thought her plethora of children would thrive without her. After all, the alphess seemed to hardly keep a watchful eye on her younglings and Vidar had even once run into one of them, Nancy, trying to escape. Being who he was, Vidar had let her wander outside of the den. It was not his job to watch after children.

Shortly after Nahimana’s return from her kidnapping, Vidar found himself spending far more time with Loki. Friends, he’d found, were hard to come by so it was nice to confide in his rat companion, even if the mangy thing couldn’t understand a word that escaped his lips. It was on one such occasion that Vidar’s life would change forever. He’d gone farther out to the edge of the territory than usual, and yet he had not yet found Loki. The rat’s scent had been faint, but surprisingly it didn’t take the large male long to find the rodent’s corpse. Rage overcame him as he discovered that the scent of another wolf clung to the rat’s pelt, and Vidar stormed off in the direction of the wolf’s scent. Within minutes, he was upon the alphess’ daughter, Nancy, and without thinking, he threw her to the ground. She put up a fight, but he was far too big for it to matter. It was over far faster than one could have imagined. His mind slowly cleared as he returned to the rat’s body, and once he got there, he came to realize that his companion’s body showed no signs of foul play. His rat friend had simply died of natural causes. With his mind cleared, Vidar felt something he’d never felt before: fear. He’d murdered a child. He’d murdered a wolf he’d met before, a wolf he’d talked to. He’d murdered the alphess’ daughter. He was the real murderer. With that realization in mind, Vidar fled the territory, fearful of the scrutiny from his packmates.

**6 years - 9 years |** For years after, Vidar steered clear of all others. His conscience was no longer clear, he’d done something unspeakable, and he felt as though others would be able to see what he’d done in is eyes. It wasn’t until he grew older that he began to realize he couldn’t stand to live alone much longer. His strength wasn’t what it used to be and one of his eyes was beginning to glaze over. Soon, he’d be unable to take care of himself. He needed to find a pack, whether he liked it or not.

He followed whatever scent trail he could, but often found they died out before he could reach their origin. As he continued further north, his luck changed. The lands had a thick smell of wolves, and Vidar knew he would most definitely find others here.

If he didn't, he would only keep searching.

## Group History

Vidar arrived in the territory of Damasca in autumn, and fell into the ranks of the raiders with some ease. He partook in a raid with several of them shortly after his arrival, stealing prey from some unsuspecting wolves with the help of Vargas, Shera, Samsara, Gabriel, Soulstorm, Roanoke, Nightheim, Ashley, and Agana. His packmates were generally disdainful of him due to his appearance (such as Dare), but a few, like young Wick, rather liked the old male. Mostly though, he was a grump that nobody, even Nysien, could get through to. A guest to the territory, Barbosa, would be a pain in his tail as the two of them argued about the difficulty of fishing. He would continue living in Damasca until he no longer could.

When Vargas led the Damascans from their homeland, Vidar chose to remain in the Domain, finding himself at the borders of Xassa, where Cyrus Nineveh welcomed him with open arms. He had no choice at first - he was exhausted from heatstroke - but decided to remain once he'd healed. Wick was ecstatic that his old friend from Damasca had come to his pack! Sensing loneliness in the old male, Wick decided to bring him a present - a kangaroo rat he'd found. Vidar named him *Sig - Significant Annoyance.* The rat insisted his name was Charlie, but Vidar refused to call him anything but Sig.

Vidar didn't know what to make of the gift at first, but eventually decided to let the little creature stay with him as a companion. He wasn't a rat like he was used to, but a rat nonetheless. Besides, sometimes Sig could be amusing - especially when he scared Dodge when he tried to share a shady spot with Vidar!

Vidar elected, for a time, not to join the ranks with a task. He mostly avoided engaging with the pack as a whole, ditching the wedding feast celebrating the marriage of Majavis and Anshar. He "welcomed" Majavis's sister, Zarina, when she showed up and he was part of a border patrol with Aisha and Mekhit. He was a bit grumpy, but then, so was Zarina!

Later, he didn't want to participate in Ba'aru, and served (more or less) as a judge in the first Ba'aru under Nineveh's reign. Nineveh and Vidar were to watch the wolves return with their prize and declare the winner if things cut close (they, unfortunately, did not, and so the winner was pretty obvious).

However, as the danger of the Hive progressed, Vidar decided to take up the task of Marduk, putting his strength and skill in battle to good use. He began to join more patrols, disdainful of the Hive and the carcasses they left behind. He still didn't engage much with his packmates, though, actually refusing to meet Malia when Sig suggested they introduce themselves! He did enjoy an amicable silence with Xochipilli once!

He went with his packmates to battle against the Hive twice. First, he went to rescue Fellfang from the Hive's forces, managing to come out of it fine. He insisted Sig remain behind in Xassa, which hurt the rat's feelings immensely. Vidar did it for his buddy's safety, however. The battlefield was no place for a morsel like him.

The second time he was called upon was in the final fight - the battle against the Queen. They were uncertain what to expect, but Vidar was *ready*. He relished in the violence of the battle, and in the pouring rain, he saw two of his packmates needed help (Anshar and Malia). He arrived just in the nick of time, saving their lives and ready to draw more blood, exhilarated by the battle.

But he was overcome, lost in the violence until jaws met in his throat. Vidar's final thoughts were of the one wolf who'd cared for him despite every barb and grumpy remark flung his way...Wick. He thought of Sig, who'd been a dear little companion for several seasons. He thought, even if he wasn't going to make it back to Xassa, he could *believe* they would win this fight.

Secure in this comforting thought, Vidar closed his eyes and his life flitted out. Vidar is now honored amongst Xassa's fallen, a loss in the pursuit of freedom from the Hive scourge.

## Trivia

* Vidar hates outsiders to his pack and blames outsiders for the deaths of his siblings.
* Vidar has a fascination with rats, and once considered a mischief of the critters as "his" in his home territory, observing and holding them (rather against their wills); ironically, his favorite prey is a relative of rats - mice.
	+ For a brief time he had a rat companion named Loki - the small scars on his face were acquired defending the rat from foxes.
* He does not like to swim or be submerged in water.

## Quotes

* *"*You can’t just leave an old wolf to his own devices, can you?*"*

## External Links

* Vidar's toyhou.se
* Official Application Sheet
* IraWolfeh's deviantART Gallery