Name: Risyil Sykora
Nickname: Risyil
Species: werewolf
Sex: Male
Sexual
Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 6'6"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Amber
Coat Color: Black
Eye Color: Amber
Coat Color: Black
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 2'8"
Length: 5'2"
Past
Past
Risyil had been born in a society where honor and glory could only be found through the blade, and the only path to heaven was death upon the battlefield. They sought their honorable deaths by invading other lands, or offering their services to those willing to pay the prices. Risyil was raised to understand his people's virtues, and from an early age he proved to be a remarkable warrior. There was nothing he enjoyed more than being in the mist of chaos that was the battlefield that was until he met her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon, and he wanted nothing more than to spend time with her. His people were not happy about this. They didn't care that he got married or have children, in fact they encouraged such things. It was the idea that he put down his blade and seemed to have forgotten about it for his lady-love that they did not like.
They decided that the only logical explanation was if the woman whom had his affection was an evil spirit whose purpose was to lead men astray and keep them from entering heaven. They needed to find a way to get her claws out of Risyil, and after some searching they found their answer. It was found within an ancient tome, even for the time. They waited until Risyil had gone away for awhile before they attempted their spell. They knew that he would try to stop them from sending the evil spirit back where it had came from. However, they did not count on Risyil getting the feeling that something was wrong, and rushing back to his beloved. He discovered his love within a middle of a circle, and his enter tribe surrounding her chanting.
There were something dreadful about the words they were chanting, something that brought a cold sweat down his back. He didn't know why but he had this sensation that the spell they were casting was going to erase her soul from existence rather than send it back to wherever it apparently came from. Risyil rushed forward and knocked the book from the lead chanters hands, and the loud thud the tome made when it hit the ground caused everyone to become silent. They stared at each other for a few moments while Risyil rushed into the circle to try to untie his love, and bring her out of the circle before his tribe regained their senses. He didn't move quick enough because his people scrambled to grab the fallen book as just seconds after he entered the circle. They knew if they allowed the spell to linger in the air for too long that it would disappear, and they would not have another chance to complete the spell for a very long time.
They decided that the only logical explanation was if the woman whom had his affection was an evil spirit whose purpose was to lead men astray and keep them from entering heaven. They needed to find a way to get her claws out of Risyil, and after some searching they found their answer. It was found within an ancient tome, even for the time. They waited until Risyil had gone away for awhile before they attempted their spell. They knew that he would try to stop them from sending the evil spirit back where it had came from. However, they did not count on Risyil getting the feeling that something was wrong, and rushing back to his beloved. He discovered his love within a middle of a circle, and his enter tribe surrounding her chanting.
There were something dreadful about the words they were chanting, something that brought a cold sweat down his back. He didn't know why but he had this sensation that the spell they were casting was going to erase her soul from existence rather than send it back to wherever it apparently came from. Risyil rushed forward and knocked the book from the lead chanters hands, and the loud thud the tome made when it hit the ground caused everyone to become silent. They stared at each other for a few moments while Risyil rushed into the circle to try to untie his love, and bring her out of the circle before his tribe regained their senses. He didn't move quick enough because his people scrambled to grab the fallen book as just seconds after he entered the circle. They knew if they allowed the spell to linger in the air for too long that it would disappear, and they would not have another chance to complete the spell for a very long time.
However, before they reach the book the spell decided to finish itself. The next thing they knew was Risyil let out a bloodcurdling scream. Everyone stared at him, unable to tear their eyes away from the horror that was happening before them. First, Risyil started to twitch than they could hear the sound of his bones breaking and reforming until a wolf stood where a man once did. The way the wolf stared at them brought chills down their spines. It was not the look of a normal wolf, and they were filled with this overwhelming desire to flee. It was an urge that was impossible to ignore, but they were too slow. He killed them all--including his beloved. Slowly, human thoughts and feelings that had clearly not been there mere moments before slowly started to return, and he realized what he had done.
He begun to howl--a sound he continued even as he changed back into his human form. Once he return to his human form he gathered his beloved and pulled her upon his lap where he held her there for a long while. He knew he couldn't stay there forever and eventually he knew that it was time to go. He kissed his love one last time before laying her down upon the ground and leaving. He did not bury her or anyone else whom he had killed. Someone else would give them the proper burial they deserve. It wasn't within his right. He was no longer human and therefore no longer a member of the tribe. He didn't know what he was. It would be a long time before he figured out what he was---a werewolf.
He begun to howl--a sound he continued even as he changed back into his human form. Once he return to his human form he gathered his beloved and pulled her upon his lap where he held her there for a long while. He knew he couldn't stay there forever and eventually he knew that it was time to go. He kissed his love one last time before laying her down upon the ground and leaving. He did not bury her or anyone else whom he had killed. Someone else would give them the proper burial they deserve. It wasn't within his right. He was no longer human and therefore no longer a member of the tribe. He didn't know what he was. It would be a long time before he figured out what he was---a werewolf.
He wondered around for some time, carelessly changing people into what he was along the way until one day he decided to start a pack. There were safety in numbers. He became a ruthless leader whose motto was "The Strong rules and the weak serves" He expected everyone within his pack to obey him without question and those whom didn't were severely punished. One of the wolves whom decided not to obey him was a female wolf that he had decided that he wanted, but she did not share his affections. Worse yet, she decided to fall in love with another and run off with him. If that wasn't bad enough the male whom she ended up giving her heart to wasn't even a werewolf, and to add even more salt to the wound she decided to have a child together.
Risyil decided to make an example of her disobedience to the rest of his pack by killing her, her child, and the man whom she had ran away with. Killing her and her lover was easy enough, but when it came to killing the child he found that was not a task he could complete because staring back at him was his beloved. He didn't know how he knew this was whom she was, but he just did. He decided to take her in so he could watch after her and protect her. The girl, however, came to believe that Risyil was only keeping her around to replace her mother---an assumption he made no attempt to remedy. He believed that if she knew the truth that she would hate him more than she already did, and he would be force to face his guilty conscience for the first time in centuries. He ruled his pack for awhile longer until one of the werewolves-- the incarnation of his beloved had made-- overthrew him, and took Risyil place as alpha.
He wondered for a bit the desire for vengeance growing within him until he decided that it needed to be sated. He decided that he would destroy the pack and slaughter every last member, well expect for the woman whom he believed to be his beloved's incarnation. He would keep her under lock and key, and ensure that the relative amount of freedom he had given her before she helped overthrow him was just a long forgotten dream. He will show her that no matter how bad she thought he was he could be worse. He slowly built a new pack, taking in those whom viewed the world as he does. One being a vampire-werewolf hybrid whom he had made into his second. Now, they just have to wait for the right moment to strike.
Risyil decided to make an example of her disobedience to the rest of his pack by killing her, her child, and the man whom she had ran away with. Killing her and her lover was easy enough, but when it came to killing the child he found that was not a task he could complete because staring back at him was his beloved. He didn't know how he knew this was whom she was, but he just did. He decided to take her in so he could watch after her and protect her. The girl, however, came to believe that Risyil was only keeping her around to replace her mother---an assumption he made no attempt to remedy. He believed that if she knew the truth that she would hate him more than she already did, and he would be force to face his guilty conscience for the first time in centuries. He ruled his pack for awhile longer until one of the werewolves-- the incarnation of his beloved had made-- overthrew him, and took Risyil place as alpha.
Present
He wondered for a bit the desire for vengeance growing within him until he decided that it needed to be sated. He decided that he would destroy the pack and slaughter every last member, well expect for the woman whom he believed to be his beloved's incarnation. He would keep her under lock and key, and ensure that the relative amount of freedom he had given her before she helped overthrow him was just a long forgotten dream. He will show her that no matter how bad she thought he was he could be worse. He slowly built a new pack, taking in those whom viewed the world as he does. One being a vampire-werewolf hybrid whom he had made into his second. Now, they just have to wait for the right moment to strike.
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