Viktor Kalavacio O'HannonCall him;;
Viktor, or Vik.Age;;
Appears to be 18.Breed;;
Modern Werewolf. They can transform at any time (by choice or by anger). They do not live forever, but they live an average of 700 years. Hair;;
Deep, Dark Brown.Personality;;
He is very serious. He is very proud of his pack, and he refuses to ever give up. He will battle to his d3@th if he has to. He enjoys the company of other werewolves. Likes;;
His pack: He has known many of the people in his pack since he was little.
Winning: Losing is for the weak.
His friends: His only friends is his pack.
His older brother: He looks up to him alot.
Watching movies with whoever is willing to watch them with him.
Running: Gets out stress, energy, and calms his nerves.
The exhilaration you get when you change forms.Dislikes;;
Humans: He is actually incredibly intimidated by them. He would never admit that, but they are so different from him and common that he is more intimidated by them than vampires.
People who talk alot: He is pretty quiet and reserved. He enjoys people who fill silence, but he does not enjoy people who never stop.
Vampires: He wants them all to die.Dreams;;
To box professionally. That will never happen because of his heritage as a werewolf.Disclaimer;;
He does not treat New Werewolves very well. He wants them to be put in their place as soon as they join the pack; after a few weeks, he loosens up and becomes your friend though. He is just a little rough at first.
Learn His Past
His mother: She died when he was 13 years old.
His father: Left Vik's mother on his 12th birthday.
His brother: He is also a werewolf, but he leads his own tribe in North Dakota.The story;;
Viktor!" His mother called from the kitchen.
Yes?" He said.
Come here," she said in Italian. He picked his pocket knife up and slipped it into his pocket. Vik waddled into the Kitchen to reveal a birthday cake laying on the table.
Mam'a!" He said with his accent ringing true. "I love it!
She grinned. "I do as well," she said in her native language. "It took me all day yesterday to make because it was my first time.
It looks delicious," he said, replying in her language.
Since moving from Italy to Grayville, Kentucky, his mother had struggled to learn English. She could say simple sentences, but she spoke slowly. Not only did it frustrate her to speak so slowly, it annoyed Viktor to death as well. She always resigned to Italian; it was easier for her.
Viktor's father walked out to greet them. "Hey there big guy," he said in perfect English with a grin. His grin seemed strange. He gave Vik an up and down look.
What's wrong?" he asked his father in English.
Nothing," he said absent minded. Viktor gave him a strange look. Viktor's brother walked in and sat down with a silent yawn. "Happy Birthday," he said to his younger brother.
Viktor sat down and cut himself a piece of cake. He ate the whole piece in one bite. Then another piece. And another.
Slow down!" his mother scolded as Henry, his brother, laughed. "No cake more," she said in English.
Viktor grinned, a few crumbs tumbling to his lap. "I'm hungrier today than I have ever been in my life," he said.
His father gave him a quick look out of the corner of his eye. "You also gained muscle and got taller.
Overnight." His parents met eyes.
What's wrong with that?" Viktor said defensively as Henry looked him over with a judging eye.
Nothing," his mother barked at her husband in English. His father left the room.
That was the last time Viktor saw him. He left a note for Viktor explaining the sudden changes; he was becoming a werewolf. He explained everything this entitled him to, and everything that would happen.
He left a note for his mother, but she never allowed for Vik or Henry to read it.
Henry revealed to Viktor that day that he was also a werewolf; he had been since his 13th birthday as well, but had to hide it from Vik to keep him safe.
That night, Viktor writhed in pain at his first transformation. It was an excruciating pain like he had never experienced before. He flailed about; Henry was barely strong enough, even in his wolf form, to hold him down.
Viktor's limbs began to grow. His head screamed in pain. His skin was burning. He had a cold sweat.
Henry's wrist slipped. Viktor's half-transformed hand flew out. His claws ripped across his mother's stomach. 3 days later, she died. Henry was emancipated and had taken Viktor in to live with him until Vik turned 16.
2 days after Viktor's 16th birthday, he was living on his own. His brother, instinct bringing him somewhere new, moved to North Dakota with his entire pack, leaving Viktor to start a pack and protect Grayville.
2 years later, Viktor has led his pack to many victories and also helped his pack out of the ashes of defeat. Viktor is a brave, great leader; at 18, he has accomplished more than many werewolves have accomplished in their lifetimes.
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