Player: Soneca

The presence of any Silver Fang is a striking one, and Archibald is no exception. At 185cm tall and with broad shoulders he has the bearing of a warrior, with a defined body inked along with tattoos in traditional celtic style. His face bears strong features, strong jaw and narrow blue eyes, the only embellishments visible are the scars on his face that do little to detract from his handsomeness. On the top of his head there’s the characteristic hallmark of the Silver Fangs, the white silver hair, kept short and disheveled just a little bit.

On the day to day life he is a practical dresser, but stylish. Always with some jewlery or or accessory to highlight his outfit. He does own a number of kilts he reserves for formal affairs and a blue tattered coat bearing the crest of his family on the back, the only belonging he was afforded to keep when exiled. It was but a heirloom after all.

In his lupus and hispo form he appears as a scarred wolf with silver-gray coat, the striking and attentive blue eyes. Making a regal but rugged creature to look at.

As Crinos he towers at 3m tall, scars and tattoos visible. The perfect image of an Ahroun in his prime, the eyes seem to faintly glow with rage.

Archibald is the type that keeps his cards open, he speaks with an unabashedly proud scottish accent. It is not that he lacks tact, he understands social cues well, he is just honest and proud of his heritage. His foul mouth can at times betray the royal bearing which he carries himself when silent. At heart he is fiercely protective of others, living by the motto than “The strong man defends himself, the strongest man defends others”. At times there’s feelings of lacking, that he can not actually protect and that he will never be a hero like his ancestors were. But he has no option but to try, it is all he know. Besides fighting, the Ahroun enjoys other forms of sports, particularly soccer and basketball which he practices as an amateur and vividly watches in his free time.

If left alone or let to introspect he tends to get caught in his own turmoil and brooding. In a while he despises the fact it is expected of him to rise to leadership. He never wanted it, and it is clear he has failed his family when Gleaming Eye came to Scotland. There’s a soft spot in his heart for celebration, good food and good music, a pretty face can easily win his attention and pull him out of the brooding. He values true friendships over favorbrooking or loyalty through heritage. And of course he has the typical fiery temperament of the full-moon, doom driven to battle.

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