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Tomas

Name Pack
Tomas Hodova Hellmaw Empire III. Unproven
Gender Status
Male Healthy
Age Skill Points
Young adult
(3 yrs, 11 mos.)
0 SP

Character Information

T O M A S H O D O V A

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A P P E A R A N C E

S O U T H W E S T E R N S T O C K - M O N G O L L O N M O U N T A I N W O L F

A handsome soul that is perhaps better bred for looking pretty. Immaculately groomed, the wolf is overwrought in tones of brown and copper, often leaving some implication that he might be easily mistaken as a black phase wolf.

Standing at around 110lbs, he is on the large side of life, but far could compete with some of the pushier sizes in the valley. Not the brawniest, he allows his apparent to be more suitable for a mix of cuddly and fierce.

With pale green eyes, he looks quite etheral on occasion. Long legs, and a tail that seems a little extra wry-like, rather than soft and inviting.

* N o t e d

- Tomas has a tail that looks slightly longer than average, as it does not match the length of his body.


P E R S O N A L I T Y



Tomas as the wolf he was always meant to be seemed to be righteous with intent to serve a higher purpose, but with the past, his higher purpose is usually to serve himself. This does not leave him selfishly forgetting others, only mistrusting of the intentions of those who claim to be sharing for the greater good. 

While there is some conventional belief system that keeps him morally stable, Tomas can be an ease met liar. Lying, as it seems, is almost second nature to him. Enough that he wonders often if his own truth is even a beginning of what he was supposed to say or not. 

Tomas is charming, and loud. His voice is the sort that seems to come from a bigger wolf than what he is - husky and purposeful in everything he says. His words, he feels, could charm a wolf out of their own pelt. While he's not been successful in that endeavor, hope springs ring eternal. He is perhaps fairly suave, and thoughtful. He pays attention.

Outwardly, the attention he does pay is one of the things that could be almost most off putting about Tomas. Tomas is, at the base of it all, a wolf watcher. He stares, he makes mental notes incessantly about what reactions may be gifted in any situation. Even as he ponders his own words, he looks for an assessment of what others are thinking and doing.

Manipulative, undoubtedly, but Tomas has some good intentions at the core. He enjoys the warmth of the sunshine on his back, and being social. Being able to be present had been forever one of his biggest concerns, and being connected is what he strives for in almost any situation.


K E Y N O T E S

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H I S T O R Y

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A typical way of being born to a pack who thought they had all the answers. All the power. At least they were fed, protected like precious gems.

The storms we bad that particular year. But the wildfires were worse. The fires, flickering and powerful in the summering climate had resulted in devastation. Life in the form of prey continued to dwindle, vanish. Hunger accumulated. Without food, war was destined.

By the end of his first year, the battles that had hit amongst territories was out of desperation. To expand the few breeding grounds of prey that may have still traversed.

Death was… not comforting. But it played a role in existence. It shaped the youth that was ripe with expectations.

His siblings blossomed. Leadership, expectation, battle.

Tomas found his way through different routes. He worked his magic, he became less visible. Perhaps this was cowardly, but it was not without cause. The boy rose with the ability to spy in the enemy territory if only because his colour was impure for its starkness - diversity being preferred, in belief it would promote healthier future generations. A standard that never should have been upheld.

Territory after territory, he led himself to victory in his own heights. Fed information false and true. It mattered not, he could swing his tongue. He learned to hide the ticks of nervousness, the growing self-doubt. This was what he was meant to do.

It shouldn’t have bothered him that his own kin within the birth grounds he had been brought to began to forget his name. That it took a name, even, to bring that spark into his sibling’s eyes.

But the wildfires continued, and the wars, into the next year. Driving packs Southwards, until they began infringing on other predators. Tipping the life balance.

Tomas struggled with the new challenges, but adapted. He pushed. Pushed to the point where he could swindle other species into thinking he was safe. He was well bred. Well looked after. Useful.

But all good things come to an end.

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Birthplace
Outside of Horizon
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