Erik McCloed {The Celtic Wolf}

[Erik Ragnor McCloed]

ERIK RAGNOR McCLOED

UNIQUE - TRAVIS FIMMEL - CENTRAL - SIMSIM

the basics.

get to know me a little

NICKNAMES

Wolfman, Celt

AGE

1000

BIRTHDATE

August 10,1000

SPECIES

Unique

POWERS AND ABILITIES

Acute sense of smell
Acute sight
Supernatural strength
Supernatural speed
Supernatural agility
immortal
Badass Celtic warrior so he knows how to use most weapons and is even better with his hands.
Can shift into a steel grey wolf at will. 

CHARACTER TYPE

 original

LIKES

Meat
Women
Alcohol
Music
Playing his guitar
Singing
Fights

DISLIKES

Anyone who threatens him
Champagne
Morning people
Classical music, contrary to what they say… It doesn’t tame the savage beast
Liars 
Men who abuse women and children
politics. 

WEAKNESSES

Silver bullets
Silver knives
Fierce temper with pissed off
Pretty women
Beheading will kill him.Who can live without their head right?

STRENGTHS

Acute sense of smell
Acute sight
Supernatural strength
Supernatural speed
Supernatural agility
immortal

FEARS

The Goddess hes in service too
Getting to attached to anyone
Humans discovering his true identity
Piling his bike up someday and not being able to get another custom made. That shit would suck.
Watching those he loves die again

SECRETS

Hes an immortal shapeshifter in service to a forgotten Celtic Goddess
He lost a family as a mortal that he still mourns
He secretly has nightmares of long ago battles
Fears his goddess finding him again
Has a thing for silk boxers when he wears em. 

personality.

all about me

Erik is a fiercely loyal man with a dangerous edge. Usually cool and level headed, hes hell on wheels and nice to have at your back in a fight. Being centuries old, he has more wisdom and knowledge than most suppies and he chooses to blend in where he can. Only his friendship with Alexis James, now Blair, has helped distill his distrust of hunters and he isn't an easy man to get to know. There is a hard edge about him that assures a person he can been unmerciful when needed and isn't afraid of taking action if its deserved. His Celtic heritage is stamped firmly upon his demeanor and bearing.

history.

this is the story of my life

Born to a mid evil celtic tribe, Erik McCloed was raised in the highlands of Scotland. In a time where war was rife with the King of England and people were highly superstitious, he grew up among whispers of fallen warriors and tales of horrific monsters that roamed the night. It was a test of bravery at manhood if you could spend a full night out in the hills by yourself without losing your courage. Erik managed this fine and went on to become the war chief of his tribe.

As he grew to full manhood, he fought bloody battles. In one such battle, he was wounded to the point of death but somewhere in the fog of his mind, a picture of a beautiful woman emerged and gave him comfort. At her touch, pain faded away and his agony was eased. When he awoke from the dream, he was alive and well on his way to healing. Unable to explain the vision, the Celtic warrior put it to the back of his mind and went about living his life.

The summer of his 28th year, an terrifying siege on his tribe left it desimated. Driven by the need for revenge, he called upon the gods and goddess's for help in defeating the pilliagers responsible for the anilelation of his village. Nehalennia, goddess of home and hearth, was the first one to show up and she promised retribution if Erik promised his soul to her. Without thought to the concequences, the young warrior gave his word of honor and then set about in a fury to destroy those who took his world from him. Once his revenge was meet, the goddess “blessed” him the with form of a wolf so that he might represent her to all who worshiped her.

However, it turned out to be a curse as much as a blessing. Over the centuries, his form was mixed up with that of a werewolf and he was hunted as much as the other by superstitious clans. Forced to flee his home, forgotten by the Goddess he was suppose to represent, he roamed from area to area until hearing about the new world across the water.

Stealling aboard a ship bound for the new world, Erik was able to find a home in the wilderness. Over the years, he saw wars fought and frontier settled. Moving as needed to keep his identity safe, he sought a safe harbor and finally found it when an old friend opened a club.

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[Derek Hale]