WOLFSKRIEGER

the cursed wolf warrior

 DEATH  The dark cloud of it follows him wherever he goes. He hides it well, no one would guess his hands are stained with the blood of those he called friends and family. A weight that hangs on his shoulders for millennia, all the result of his curse that keeps him wandering and unable to join those very loved ones in death.

 rule i.  Hello! Welcome to wolfskrieger, my independent, selective, and mutuals only originall character. I go by Olivia or Liv, both work, and use she/her pronouns. I am 25+ and in the Eastern Time Zone of the US. I am a fulltime working human, so time won’t be fully dedicated to being on tumblr 24/7. But I do try to be as active as I can here and on my other blogs. Most everything runs on queue but that doesn’t mean I’m not here. rule ii.  Seeing as I am over 21 as well as my muse, I would prefer to write with people who are 18+ as it makes me feel more comfortable with the mature themes written here. This is a character with a dark backstory so read on at your own risk. Themes of violence, cursing, pain, and so on. There will be smut on this blog, rarely, but only with those I trust and vibe with ooc. That will be tagged accordingly. Due to tumblr’s NSFW ban, the tag will be tw: sin. rule iii.  I personally don’t have any triggers. There will be triggering content on this blog as stated above with the mature themes. If any of it needs to be tagged, please come to me, politely, and I will gladly tag it. Anything triggering that will be tagged will look like this: “tw: x “. rule iv.  I tend to use small text in my replies but that’s about the extent of my formatting. I also use icons more than anything. That doesn’t mean my partners have to match what I do. I’m fine with anything really. Just please cut your posts. rule v.  I hate that this has to be said but it's happened in the past. Please do not ask me or send me multiple messages about if I’ve done your reply. I will let you know the first time you ask if it is in my drafts or in my queue. I tend to post using the queue anyway once a blog Iis fully rolling so I can regulate my time from blog to blog. If it is not in drafts then it is most likely in the queue. I do not mind being asked politely every so often and if I miss a reply please tell me but please do not badger me, it makes me feel pressured and we are here to have fun guys.

 rule vi.  Please do not God-mod. That ain't cool. My muse is my muse to control and write just as your muse is yours to write. My muse is an experienced fighter and hunter, he cannot die. Do not underestimate him as I am not going to hold him back either. But also remember muse ≠ mun. rule vii.  This is a selective and mutuals exclusive rp blog. What this means is that I will only write and plot with mutuals, those I follow and who follow me back. This is to keep my dash clean and myself sane. But that does not mean my inbox is closed! Non-mutuals can send in asks and memes if they wish to get something going and become mutuals. I will only follow those who have a rules and bio page as well as a tagging system, I am not picky about multi-muses as I have one myself. I will tend to follow if I can see our muses interacting. But please if you can to unfollow, softblock. rule viii.  This is drama free. I’ve been on tumblr for many years and have stayed out of drama this whole time. I do not tolerate it and will be blocked if it is seen on the dash. I do not tolerate call out or vaguing culture. The only time I will not be bothered by a callout is if it is a real threat to the safety of others. rule ix.  Please reblog memes from the source. I am not a resources blog and I would prefer to not have my notifications clogged up by reblogs of a meme. If there is no source available then I completely understand if you must reblog from me. But it does kinda suck when no one sends them in and reblogs from me anyway. So be kind, reblog from the source! rule x.  I have other blogs, if I am not here then I will most likely be found on one of them or discord. Like stated earlier, discord is mutuals only but IMs are open! But for now, you may find me on one of these blogs : becomelions ( multimuse ), m1dfielder ( football oc / sideblog ), and razorfst ( mcu based ). disclaimer. I have nothing to do with Kontra K/Maximilian Diehn or the media they are involved in. I'm just a fan of their work and wanted to make an oc!

❝ Everyone only sees this monster, but not what I feel. Would you still be with me if you saw what would become of me? ❞

 about  raised in the time of myth and legend, heroes rose from the darkness. taught to defend their homes and those they love by mystical means and survival dependent on the forest around them, the time of gods dealt punishment to the great sinners of the time. he was one of those lost to myth, becoming legend rather than man.

 Main 
He goes by Leon, no one will know his past names unless he tells them. He has various jobs, a bouncer of a night club is one most often seen when not going viral from some stunt he's done that someone else caught on camera. He isn't hard to miss, body covered in tattoos that range from modern to centuries old. Leon hides the tortured truth to his life and condition with a crooked smile, chaotic and carefree lifestyle. If meeting him off the bat he seems like any other large teddy bear but he hides the abilities he has underneath it all. One would never guess the life experience or atrocity he committed with his hands. He hides his wolf pelt in plain sight, wealth accumulated over the years helps make it seem like it's something he bought on a whim. It's near a fireplace, in easy reach, but a constant reminder of what he was and still is as it is something he can't let himself forget.

  the PAST 
This takes place over his time in his village, to his curse, and then into the centuries between then and the modern day. An all encompassing verse for any historical thread should they take place.

 what they made 
after his punishment and the changing/reshaping of his heart, leon doesn't feel even remotely the same. there's a part of him that is missing, a hole in his chest that he can't place. the faces of those he loved now nothing but blurs in his mind. sympathy, guilt, all of it gone as they fade from memory, the damage done to his heart more than the gods intended. he has no love in his heart, not that he believes anymore, it is long gone. the only thing that makes him feel alive, searching for that spark, is fulfilling the thirst for violence that has crept into his being. it is all he remembers, all he knows. his hands are stained red with blood and he does nothing to wash them clean. the centuries of his life left a trail that can be traced all the way back to the day the gods meddled.

 Modern 
born and raised in munich, germany, leon didn't have an easy life. his mother and father split when he was very young, the relationship volatile but seeing it early enough to know when it end it. however, his father wasn't entirely someone who followed the law and used to bend the rules to his advantage to bring home money. it meant he had to spend more time with his mother, a mother who didn't entirely seem too keen on having him around. his stepfather even less so, treating him poorly and causing leon to spend time away from home. falling into the wrong crowd to appear tough and on his own. however, he found his true safe haven in a boxing gym. there he had a father figure in a trainer before he was able to truly return to his father who had straightened up his life. however, it was in those lower moments he found outlets in writing songs. and when he wasn't boxing, he was writing. he took that talent and decided to run with it, creating a successful rapping career as one of the top rappers in his home country.

 Mafia 
leon's was born into the crime world, the son of a man and a woman who were forced to be with one another. His father, head of a Russian family, and his mother, heir to a German family, were brought together as a means to bring about peace. Their son, leon, the unifying result of the marriage. They raised their son together, tolerating one another and letting him learn both families that he would be taking over. for he was the one who would combine the families, lead them and build upon it as time went on. he was seen as such, the heir to a powerful combination. and so when his father passed? he took over. his mother now free, went off into retirement before passing not long after herself. He was the only one left, he was the one now holding together the families that had grown used to being one. so, it is in berlin he heads the families and grows them both into a powerful empire where he is treated with the respect he deserves and gives out in turn.

 The Boys 
Born in Munich, Germany, Leon was more or less taught how to survive on his own from an early age. With a father in and out of prison and a mother who didn't seem to care, he was more or less on his own almost all of his life. He found himself making money where he could, whether that was through selling drugs or stealing, he did what he could to survive. And it was in this vulnerable lifestyle that Vought found him. A promise of steady pay if he would be their test subject. Seeing nothing better coming his way, Leon agreed without question. Almost as soon as he agreed the injections began. A new kind of V serum that he had to inject daily, which he did for years. It granted him all the enhanced abilities of supes, specialty aiming towards strength in him. However, after years of injections his temper became shorter until one day at a bar it just snapped. A fight broke out, Leon only sees red as he tears through the building and kills everyone in his path. Only there wasn't a scratch on him, he was invincible to an extent and now? He had more blood on his hands than ever before. What he does now, well, he runs.

 Star Wars 
It wasn't the ideal place to give birth but when one's parents were smuggler's, there wasn't much of a choice. Leon was born on the planet Myrkr in the year 4015 BBY, he remembers the forests of his homeworld but he wasn't there for very long. A planet known for smugglers along a trade path on the edge of the inner rim, it was ignored by everyone until the jedi realized a child was there with abilities linked to the Force. It brought attention then, though his parents didn't fight on handing him over as it let them be free to conduct their business. It was from that moment he was trained to be a jedi. And an excellent jedi he was, more so skilled with his twin purple lightsabers than the force itself. But as time went on he felt something heavy in his chest, building with each mission and passing day. It eventually came to a head during the war with the sith, lead by Revan. A battle on a planet where he snapped, he saw red and let anger consume him when he saw friends die around him. He slaughtered friend and foe alike until eventually he came to in a holding cell in the temple he had called home. He knew what he had done, he gave in to the dark side and he accepted punishment. Though with no time to give it in the middle of war and not wanting him to fall again, he was frozen in carbonite and hidden away until time was right. But as the war raged on, he was forgotten until one day he gets awoken again.

 GOT/HOTD 
Blood of Old Valyria runs through his veins, not from generations of his family but due to what he is. Born before the fall, Alaric was trained to be a warrior. There was no question what he would be, the height of where his abilities would take him was on him. And it was that skill that made the priests of him home choose him. A gauntlet to decide who was to be a warrior of the gods, who was to be a protector of the people, was what he had been chosen for. It wasn't taken lightly, Alaric fought his way through every trial until finally he was the last one left standing. His reward? Their skill with blood magic, experimenting almost on the winner to make him more than just human. And after some time, they succeeded. He was stronger, faster, harder to kill than the average man. And as time went on, they found him un-aging. A side effect but a good one, they believed. And it was there he thrived in this title, this duty. Until one day the unthinkable happened, the Doom. He does what he can to help others escape but in the end he watches as the city falls. His purpose gone, he wanders for years and sells his sword to those who need it. He tries not to stand out, tries to keep what he is a secret, as he wanders from town to town and city to city. He has been almost every where more than once, seeing kings come and go.

 dnd/baldur's gate 3 
A tribe had been his home, known for hunting and farming but deadly in a battle. He had been brought up with that in mind, but his skills with a sword set him apart. Leon was meant to be be more than just a contributor to the tribe, he was meant to protect it. And that was what he did, his life was dedicated to it. Leon used his abilities, enhancing them with tattoos all over his body, to protect his friends and family. It was something he took pride in doing until one day it was those very abilities he used to protect others were then used to cause the greatest harm. Leon lost control, something that was possible and all knew it but risked it anyway. He slaughtered everyone in his way. No one survived, a guilt that sticks with him every day as he wanders and calls no place home. Of course he tries to make up for it, using his abilities to help others but he is afraid if he does it too often then he will only risk losing control again. He is careful, he always tries to be, but there is that dark voice in his mind that craves blood and violence. He fights it every day as he wanders throughout Faerûn. (Leon is a path of the berserker barbarian.)